Gu Lin was extremely distressed

Lin Jiating was so frightened that her whole body trembled, and her face instantly lost all color, becoming paler than the hospital walls.

She suddenly retracted her hand that was holding Lin Yu'an as if she was scalded, looked at the screaming phone in horror, and then looked at her brother's pale face, his lips trembling, and she was completely at a loss.

"Answer..." Lin Yu'an closed his eyes, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible, with a kind of resigned fatigue, "Put on speakerphone... Say I'm in the hospital... Asking for leave..."

The phone was still vibrating wildly, like a bomb ready to explode at any moment.

Lin Jiating stretched out her hand tremblingly, her fingertips were cold. After trying several times, she finally swiped the answer button and pressed the hands-free function.

"Lin Yu'an."

A cold, low, and flat male voice immediately came out from the receiver. Every word seemed to be tempered by ice, carrying an oppressive feeling that penetrated the space and instantly froze the air in the ward.

"Now, immediately, give me a reason why you're absent from work."

The voice was not loud, but it carried a kind of dead silence before a storm, like the calm before a snowstorm, which could crush one's nerves.

Doupi was so scared that he shrank behind Lin Jiating, his little face pale.

Lin Jiating was frightened by this cold questioning. She took a deep breath and her voice trembled.

With a heavy voice of tears and extreme panic, she said: "Gu... Mr. Gu! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm Lin Yu'an's sister! He... he's injured! In the hospital! Very seriously injured! Can't go to work! He..."

She was incoherent, and the immense fear made her want to just shout out everything that had happened in an instant, seeking some glimmer of forgiveness.

There was deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

The silence lasted less than two seconds, but it felt as long, cold and suffocating as a century.

Lin Jiating could even imagine the suddenly gloomy face of the arrogant man on the other end of the phone, and his cold eyes that could see through people's hearts.

There was no response.

There was no questioning, no rebuke, not even a single syllable of understanding.

Only the busy tone of "beep-beep-beep" sounded abruptly in the ward, cold and mechanical.

The call was hung up.

Clean and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.

Lin Jiating held her cell phone, her whole body frozen in place, like a plaster statue with its soul sucked out.

The color on her face completely drained away, leaving only the ashes of despair.

It's over... My brother's job... is completely over... With Mr. Gu's status and temper...

She put down her phone in despair.

Lin Yu'an turned his head and looked at the dark night outside the window.

The glass window reflected his pale and blurry reflection.

The sharp pain in his ribs seemed to numb, replaced by a deeper, colder fatigue.

Okay.

That's fine.

At least... I don't have to face that cold face anymore.

He closed his eyes and let the heavy feeling of fatigue overwhelm him.

Time slowly crawls by amid the smell of disinfectant and the cold dripping sound of drops of water.

Lin Jiating sat on the stool in a daze. Doupi leaned against her and seemed to feel the heavy despair as well. He was unspeakably quiet.

Lin Yu'an was drowsy, his consciousness floating on the edge of the severe pain and the drowsiness brought on by the drugs.

Sudden--

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the light door of the ward was suddenly slammed open from the outside with an extremely violent force!

The door panel slammed against the wall, making a deafening groan.

The three people in the ward were startled by the sudden loud noise.

At the door stood a tall figure.

Gu Lin.

The young president of Gu Group, who was always meticulous and worked like a precision instrument, now looked like he had just escaped from the center of a storm.

The expensive black cashmere coat was casually opened, revealing the messy torn collar of the shirt underneath.

A few strands of black hair, which had always been smooth and docile, broke free from the constraints of hairspray and fell defiantly on the full forehead.

He was breathing slightly, his chest heaving, obviously having run up in a hurry.

The pale light from the corridor ceiling lamp shone from behind him, outlining his tall figure like a descending judge, and his whole body exuded a suffocating low pressure that could freeze the bone marrow.

His deep, sharp eyes, without a trace of warmth, penetrated the darkness of the ward the moment he pushed the door open.

It was nailed firmly and precisely to the pale and fragile figure on the hospital bed.

The air froze.

Time seemed to have been paused.

Lin Jiating opened her mouth, too horrified to make any sound.

Doupi was so scared that he buried his head in his mother's arms, and his little body was shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Gu Lin's gaze was like a real ice cone, scraping across Lin Yu'an's face inch by inch - the bloodless skin, the cracked and bleeding corners of the lips, and the heavy bruises under the eyelids.

Then, her gaze moved downwards, landing on the glaring purple bruises faintly visible beneath the collar of his loose hospital gown. The marks meandered downwards, disappearing beneath the fabric.

The temperature in the ward suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The air seemed to be sucked out, leaving only a heart-stopping, silent pressure.

Gu Lin walked in step by step.

The shiny leather shoes made a clear, heart-pounding "click" sound when stepping on the cold floor tiles, and every step seemed to be stepping on people's nerves.

He walked straight to the bedside, his tall figure casting a thick shadow, safely enveloping Lin Yu.

Lin Yu'an was locked in that compelling gaze, his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

He struggled to prop himself up, at least to sit up, instead of lying there facing him in such a miserable state.

But as soon as he moved, the intense tearing sensation coming from deep in his chest made his eyes go black. He couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan of pain. Fine cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead, and his body fell back into the pillow exhausted.

"Who did it?"

Three words.

Gu Lin spoke.

The voice was terrifyingly low, like a turbulent undercurrent surging beneath the ice, and every syllable was filled with a chill that was enough to freeze a person's soul.

That was not a question, but a final, cold declaration from the edge of the abyss of rage.

Lin Jiating shuddered suddenly and subconsciously hugged Doupi tighter, not daring to even breathe.

Lin Yu'an was pinned to the bed by that gaze, his throat dry and tight, making it almost impossible to breathe.

He avoided Gu Lin's gaze that seemed to be splitting his soul apart, and spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and broken: "Mr. Gu... I... I'm fine... It was just a small accident..."

He wanted to explain, to gloss over the situation, to maintain the last bit of pitiful decency.

"Let me ask you," Gu Lin's voice suddenly rose, like a sudden storm on an icy plain, carrying an almost violent sense of oppression that instantly crushed all of Lin Yu'an's attempts to conceal his words, "Who did it?"

His gaze was like a poisoned dagger, fixed on the glaring purple under the collar of Lin Yu'an's hospital gown. The content in his eyes was no longer simple anger, but some kind of bottomless and terrifying desire for destruction.

Lin Yu'an was so shocked by his sudden outburst of anger that his heart went numb and all his excuses were blocked.

His lips moved a few times, and finally he could only weakly utter two words: "...ex-brother-in-law."

The voice was as light as a sigh, carrying endless fatigue and humiliation.

He stopped looking at Lin Yu'an and turned his head abruptly. His eyes, burning with icy flames, swept towards the shivering Lin Jiating in the corner. His voice was as cold as iron: "Where is she?"

Lin Jiating shuddered when he looked at her, her teeth chattering, and she could barely utter a complete sentence: "Next...next door...307...there are...there are police..."

She held the bean skin tightly as if it were her only driftwood.

Gu Lin got the answer without any extra expression.

He suddenly turned around, with a cold and murderous aura, and walked out the door with his long legs.

That resolute posture was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at the target.

"Mr. Gu!" Lin Yu'an didn't know where he got the strength from, but he suddenly propped up his upper body. The violent movement pulled the injured part, causing him to feel so painful that his eyes went black and cold sweat dripped down.

Gu Lin's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The tall figure froze at the door for a moment.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he turned around suddenly!

He moved as fast as a flash of black lightning and returned to the bedside in just a few steps.

The hem of the windbreaker, carrying the cold air from outside, brought in a gust of cold wind.

Lin Yu'an didn't even see his movements clearly, he just felt his wrist suddenly tighten!

A cold and powerful hand, like an iron clamp, grasped his wrist that was trying to support his body. With irresistible force, it pressed his body, which had just been lifted a little, back to the bed mercilessly, but with a strange restraint!

"Lie down." Gu Lin's voice was still low, but strangely, he had restrained the destructive rage just now.

Lin Yu'an was forced to fall back onto the pillow, gasping for breath. The severe pain in his chest made his vision go black and blurred.

He could only see Gu Lin's tall silhouette against the light, like a silent mountain pressing down on him.

The power transmitted from the hand on my wrist was huge and steady. The coldness of the fingertips penetrated through the skin and into the bone marrow, but strangely brought a strange sense of... security?

He must be confused by the pain.

Gu Lin leaned down slightly and got very close.

Lin Yu'an could clearly feel his hot breath brushing against the hair on his forehead, with a barely perceptible urgency.

Those bottomless black eyes, at such a close distance, clearly reflected his miserable appearance at the moment - pale, fragile, with dried blood at the corners of his mouth, like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.

Gu Lin's gaze was like the most sophisticated scanner, scanning every scar on Lin Yu'an's face inch by inch, passing over his painfully furrowed brows, and finally stopping on his lips that were trembling slightly due to pain and weakness.

That look was extremely complicated.

The ward was eerily quiet, with only the cold dripping sound of the dripping drip and Lin Yu'an's uncontrollable breathing, which was slightly rapid due to the pain.

Gu Lin finally spoke again.

The voice was extremely low, like a muffled thunder rolling past the earlobes, with a strange hoarseness and unquestionable, decisive power:

"Secretary Lin, remember——"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Yu'an's confused heart.

"No matter what happens, please come to me first."