Hospital inpatient department.

A military jeep sped to a stop at the entrance.

Zhao Tingguo, who had just finished a meeting, hurriedly got out of the car and went straight to the second floor.

As soon as Zhao Tingguo, dressed in military uniform, appeared at the nurses' station with his bodyguard, the group of playful nurses immediately stood up respectfully to greet him.

Before Zhao Tingguo could speak, a sharp-eyed nurse immediately replied, "You're here to visit your son, right? Sir, you and your son look so alike. He's in bed number 34!"

"How about I take you there?"

The nurse subconsciously thought of Zhou Jiuzhen, who had just been brought out of the emergency room by the military.

Thinking that the leader's son was also a soldier, I automatically assumed that the two were father and son.

The young nurse enthusiastically led the way.

Zhao Tingguo was taken aback, and inexplicably thought of his youngest son, Er Gou.

Actually, compared to Big Dog, many people say that Second Dog is more like him.

After thanking the nurse, he followed her straight to the ward.

Upon entering the ward, the group was stunned by the scene before them.

Chu Mei was seen being pushed to the ground, seemingly quite injured.

Meanwhile, a burly man in a hospital gown with a bandage wrapped around his head was swinging his fists and frantically punching Zhao Jingxiang in the face on the hospital bed.

Without thinking twice, Zhao Tingguo rushed forward to pick up his wife from the ground, and then, together with his guards, rushed over to pull away the crazed Zhou Jiuzhen.

Seeing the thugs who had been beating his wife and son being pulled away, Zhao Tingguo didn't think twice and punched Zhou Jiuzhen in the left cheek.

The fist slammed into his face, producing a dull thud.

The nurse who had just led the way cried out in surprise and rushed forward to stop them, "Sir, you've hit the wrong person! Isn't this your son? Oh dear, why are you fighting!"

The nurse was so busy that she turned around and was about to go out to call someone.

Zhao Tingguo, who had just finished beating someone, felt a sudden, inexplicable pang in his heart. When he looked up, he met Zhou Jiuzhen's bloodshot, tearful eyes.

He grabbed the nurse who was about to leave and muttered, "What do you mean? You're saying he's my son?"

The young nurse was completely baffled and asked in confusion, "Isn't he your son? You two look so alike..."

Zhao Tingguo's head exploded with a buzzing sound.

The hand that had just punched Zhou Jiuzhen was trembling slightly.

The nurse stared at Zhou Jiuzhen's cracked lip and clicked her tongue, "What a pity that such a good-looking face is ruined." She said, "Comrade, wait a moment, I'll go get someone."

Seeing that only the four of them remained in the ward, an eerie and indescribable atmosphere permeated the space.

Zhao Jingxiang, his face bruised and swollen from the beating, lay on the hospital bed. His eyes, swollen shut, wandered around the three people in the ward, each with a different expression. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

Fearing that the nurse's words might have revealed something, Zhao Tingguo, the father, was worried.

They were also afraid that if Chu Mei saw Zhou Jiuzhen, she would recognize him as the youngest son she had been longing for day and night.

Fortunately, Zhou Jiuzhen was so emotional that the wound on his forehead that had just been stitched up reopened, staining the gauze on his forehead red.

Just then, Political Commissar Hao and several others pushed Ling Huanwu in on a stretcher.

The group didn't notice Commander Zhao and his companions in the next bed, but they immediately saw Zhou Jiuzhen getting up and panting heavily while holding onto the bedside after his surgery. They all went over and pulled him back onto the bed.

"Xiao Zhou, go lie down on the bed. You have no idea how much Comrade Ling suffered to save you."

Political Commissar Hao earnestly advised Zhou Jiuzhen to go and rest.

Zhou Jiuzhen shook off Zhao Jingxiang's hand that came to help him up. When his gaze fell on Ling Huanwu, who was pale on the stretcher, he seemed to be ignited with a fire again. He rushed over, grabbed Zhao Jingxiang from the hospital bed, and dragged him towards Ling Huanwu.

Chu Mei, who had just been pushed away by Zhou Jiuzhen and bumped her back, rushed over and punched and kicked Zhou Jiuzhen when she saw her son being bullied. While hitting him, she anxiously called for help to Zhao Tingguo, who was standing there in a daze, "Old Zhao, come and help! Come and save your son!"

When the guard next to Zhao Tingguo saw that the commander's family was being bullied, he couldn't wait to go and help, but Zhao Tingguo stopped him by raising his hand.

Zhao Tingguo turned around and stared at the chaotic scene, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His gaze was fixed on Zhou Jiuzhen's face, which resembled his own by seven or eight points. With a complicated and uneasy expression, he asked him, "Comrade Zhou, what exactly happened? Why did you hit Jingxiang? You have to explain clearly. It's not because of his previous act of hiding your marriage records, is it? But the investigation department has already punished him. Why are you still holding onto this issue?"

Zhou Jiuzhen dragged Zhao Jingxiang, who was injured and unable to fight back, with one hand. His resolute gaze was fixed on Zhao Tingguo. He pointed at Chu Mei, who was still punching and kicking him, and said through gritted teeth, "Your wife just stole the blood my wife donated to me and used it to give to your precious son. Later, my wife donated blood again without knowing it. Now she has fainted from blood loss. If you kill her, I will make your precious son pay with his life!"

Zhou Jiuzhen practically roared out his last words, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone present, except for Chu Mei, gasped in shock.

Zhao Tingguo stared at Chu Mei in shock, completely unable to believe that his wife would do such a thing for his son.

Political Commissar Hao and Guard Wang were so angry that their faces turned red. They looked at Ling Huanwu, who was still unconscious on the stretcher, and the two grown men's eyes turned red.

"Commander Zhao, this is tantamount to treating human life like dirt, do you understand?"

"Which nurse is so heartless as to do such a thing? Where is the hospital director? Get rid of this scourge immediately! If no one takes action today, I will report this to the organization!"

Faced with accusations from his subordinate, Political Commissar Hao, Zhao Tingguo shook his head repeatedly, still trying to defend his family, "It definitely wasn't my Meimei who did it. My Meimei isn't that kind of selfish person, taking other people's blood bags to save her own family..."

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