At this moment, in a hospital within the Imperial Capital War Zone.
Inside the intensive care unit, Ah Fu knelt in front of the hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages and cheeks swollen high.
Behind him were two guard officers, also kneeling with their injuries bandaged and treated.
All three were hanging their heads low, their faces pale, not daring to breathe heavily.
"Is this how you take care of my son?"
Shen Yueli, who had hurried in, stood by the bed, clenching her jaw tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with a deep sense of heartache.
Lying on the hospital bed was a figure wrapped like a mummy, covered in thick white bandages from head to toe.
Were it not for those familiar eyes that were exposed.
Shen Yueli almost couldn't recognize him.
Could this bedridden person really be her once lively and spirited good son?
Bang!
Mrs. Ying Sr., who was standing beside, grimaced with a pained expression, also full of heartache.
She slammed the bedside table fiercely.
