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Ming Dongheng stood with his arms crossed outside the door, not appearing overly focused, but his presence was impossible to ignore.
Next to him, Gao Shu listened to the doctor speak.
Old Master Chen, holding his cane, coughed twice and peered through the glass at Jiang Fulai on the hospital bed.
On the hospital bed.
Jiang Fulai's eyes were closed, his right hand resting on the snowy-white blanket, faint blue veins and a patch of bruising visible on the back of his hand, next to which a nutrient solution was being administered.
His complexion was as pale as snow, with hardly any trace of color.
The ventilator and heart rate monitor were both beeping steadily.
After the doctor finished speaking with Gao Shu, Old Master Chen asked, "The Luo family hasn't arrived yet?"
"No," Gao Shu waved her hand to dismiss the doctor, her expression worried, "They've given a condition."
