And now, seeing that look again, he understood her unspoken threat. If he dared to speak even half a word to Fu Jingrong… he would pay dearly.
What made his heart sink even further was the knowledge that the man backing Fu Lianhua in the shadows was no less harsh—just as extreme and even more dangerous. If both came after him, he would have nowhere to hide.
At that moment, all Dr. Chen could do was resign himself to fate. He lowered his gaze and stood frozen like a statue, praying that somehow this night would pass without him being dragged further into ruin.
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Upstairs, the atmosphere was starkly different.
Dr. Liang Wenhao entered the bedroom with long, purposeful strides. The nurses following behind him immediately spread out, quietly preparing their equipment.
Seated by the bedside, Fu Jingrong raised his head at the sound of the door. The gloom in his eyes softened slightly as he recognized the newcomer.
