Song Zidong was so angry that tears came out, but fortunately there was a sharp-eyed witness nearby who cleared their names.

Lin Lu roughly understood what had happened, but was most worried about Song Chen's physical condition: "Has he come out of the operating room now?"

Song Zidong looked at the red light in the operating room and said, "Not yet. I've been in there for half an hour."

Zhao Xunyou bought some food, but he couldn't eat it anyway.

Lin Lu hung up the phone and told Lin Jingbei the whole story.

Lin Jingbei was angry. Why would there be such bad people in the world?

Arriving at the airport, mother and son stood in front of the terminal. Lin Lu wiped his tears and said, "It's going to be okay. Take good care of grandpa and grandma. I'll call you when I land."

"Okay, be safe, Mom."

The terminal was brightly lit, and a flight to Shanghai was waiting for arrival in half an hour.

There weren't many people at the airport at this time, so Lin Lu quickly passed security and boarded the plane.

Arrived in Shanghai two and a half hours later.

She was lucky. She didn't encounter any red lights on the way from the airport to the hospital and the journey was smooth.

She didn't shed a single tear until she arrived at the hospital, but her palms were sweating as she held the bag.

Guessing that he should have come out of the operating room by now, Lin Lu called Song Chen directly to ask for the ward number, but the phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

Lin Lu felt upset and turned to call Song Zidong.

"I'm here. Which ward are you in?"

"302 this way." His voice didn't sound happy.

Lin Lu quickly climbed up the stairs, and gradually pain began to arise in the soles of his feet.