Wang Song didn't want to look at that porcine face anymore. He turned his head away, his expression grim. "Well then, in for a penny, in for a pound. Shall we go with what I suggested earlier?"
"Yes, Song, I will listen to you now," Wang Qing said.
"Give me the phone." Wang Song ordered.
Wang Qing dialed a number and held the phone up to Wang Song's ear. Shortly afterward, a nurse arrived to assist her. She was taken out of the room for medical treatment. Wang Song, having finished his call, was wheeled into the operating room.
When the hospital ward finally emptied, a shadowy figure emerged from a corner. After taking one last glance at the empty hallway, the figure left.
Rong Tianshi, who had been thrown out by the security guards, lay sprawled at the hospital entrance. People passing by gazed at him, pointing fingers and murmuring among themselves, yet no one came to his aid.
