Song Yunuan handed the file to Hospital Director Zhuang, "Uncle Zhuang, this is very important. Please keep it safe. I want to ask about my uncle's condition."
At that moment, Xia Bowen stood before Xia Xindong.
He froze on the spot.
Xia Xindong resembled him the most among his children, so often he wondered, when Shangguan Heng whipped Xia Xindong, did he feel like he was beating him?
But had he ever wronged him?
He asked himself, and he had never offended him.
Therefore, his hatred towards Shangguan Heng only grew stronger.
But now, this son, Xia Xindong, who looked most like him, was tied up by belts around his limbs, fastened to a special bed.
The entire person lay on the bed; only his head could move.
His hands and arms were bound with gauze.
Xia Bowen turned pale.
Xia Xindong looked at Xia Bowen.
He actually came.
