The sound of sirens pierced the morning air, waking people up.
Fang Ming knelt outside the operating room, his clothes stained with blood, wet and sticky, and emitting a foul stench.
Nurses hurried to and fro at the operating room door, none of them lingering on Fang Ming for even a second.
drop!
The operating room lights went out.
Fang Ming immediately stood up.
He had been kneeling for too long, and his legs went numb, causing him to stumble and fall forward.
The surgeon who had just come out caught him.
"I'm sorry..." Fang Ming's lips trembled as he struggled to speak, "My parents..."
"Fortunately, he was brought in in time." The doctor helped him sit up and removed his mask. "He will be transferred to the ICU for two days of observation. If there are no adverse reactions, he can be transferred back to a regular ward."
Fang Ming nodded to himself, his face full of lingering fear.
"Remember to go downstairs to pay the fees." The doctor patted his shoulder, gave him some instructions on postoperative precautions, and then left.
Fang Ming didn't seem to be listening; he just kept nodding and didn't even notice when the doctor left.
*
Outside the ICU ward.
Fang Ming pressed himself against the tempered glass, looking at his unconscious parents inside, and experienced the terror of Tang Song for the first time.
Tang Song merely raised his hand slightly, and Tang Song lost control of his actions, even contemplating killing his parents in his mind.
Fang Ling... must feel the same way, right?
My thoughts are clear, and I know what I'm doing, but my body is out of control, like a puppet being manipulated and forced.
Fang Ming slammed his head against the glass with a loud thud, leaving a red mark on his forehead.
"Hey! What are you doing! This is the ICU! Why are you smashing the glass? If you're going to go crazy, go downstairs!" The doctor on duty noticed the noise and rushed over to stop it.
Fang Ming straightened up, leaning against the glass, his dark eyes staring intently at the doctor, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
The doctor frowned when he touched the messy bloodstains on his body. He glanced at the ward and then softened his tone, "Go change your clothes. You can't go in now. You can go in 24 hours."
Fang Ming nodded silently, glanced at the two people in the ward one last time, and dragged his feet downstairs.
*
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the office door.
"Go in." Tang Song stared at the computer screen, not blinking for a moment.
Zhu Qing opened the door and walked to Tang Song's side, glancing casually at the computer screen.
The Human Marriage Proposal Process
What should I prepare for a marriage proposal?
What should I do if my girlfriend won't accept my marriage proposal?
...
Zhu Qing: "..."
"What's wrong?" Tang Song asked casually, engrossed in browsing the posts. "By the way, do you have a girlfriend?"
Zhu Qinggang put down the photo in his hand, only to be immediately hit with a blow: "No."
With his workload, how could he possibly have time for dating?
"That's a real pity." Tang Song shook his head as he rolled up his sleeve, revealing a couple's bracelet that Chao Jue had inadvertently shown. "I only found out a few days ago that the bracelet Zhu Hao gave me was a couple's bracelet."
Zhu Qing twitched the corner of her mouth, "..."
“President Tang,” Zhu Qing pointed to the photo on the table, “After Fang Ming went back, he stabbed Fang’s parents in the back, and now they are both in the ICU.”
Only then did Tang Song deign to turn his gaze to the photograph.
The above scene shows Fang Ming taking his parents to the ambulance.
Tang Song's eyes trembled slightly, then she focused her attention on the screen again. "I understand."
Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow, put away the photo, nodded slightly, and suggested very humanely, "Mr. Tang, why don't you ask Miss Zhu about her preferences? After all..."
After all, he had previously bought a red rose and a bunch of strange animal dolls as Tang Song had instructed, and felt he needed to offer some human advice.
Tang Song glanced at him sideways, "After all what?"
"After all, everyone has different preferences." Zhu Qing smiled his standard eight teeth. "Miss Zhu may not like a proposal scene that suits the general public."
Tang Song pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the highly-rated answer on the screen.
[Throw money at her, throw money at her until she dies, or I'll eat shit.]
"I understand, you can leave now." Tang Song waved his hand. "Keep an eye on the Fang family."
"yes."
After Zhu Qing left, Tang Song commented on the highly-rated answer.
If she doesn't agree, I really will send you shit.
*
"Waaaaah..." The moment Geng Ying opened the door and saw Zhu Hao, his eyes instantly filled with tears. The tall man, who was 1.7 meters tall, looked as aggrieved as a child.
She pulled Zhu Hao inside, her steps hurried, "Come quickly and see what's wrong with him."
Tang Wu, feeling somewhat awkward being ignored, stood at the doorway.
He peered cautiously into the room.
If the Wolf Lord knew that he had secretly accompanied Zhu Hao to rescue Song Shang, his head would probably be chopped off!
"Tang Wu! Come and take a look!" Zhu Hao's voice rang out from inside the room.
Tang Wu replied with a wry smile, "Coming!"
He tossed the medical kit in his hand and carefully went inside.
"Woof woof woof!" A Samoyed suddenly darted out of the house, looking at Tang Wu warily, its fur standing on end and its sharp fangs exuding a threatening aura.
"Wangcai!" Geng Ying's voice, trembling with tears, rang out from inside the room, "Come back!"
Tang Wu and Wangcai stared at each other for two seconds. Wangcai reluctantly wagged its tail and went back to the room, quietly nestling beside Geng Ying and occasionally licking the back of her hand.
Tang Wu breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the bedside.
On the two-meter-wide bed, a small white fox, about the size of a palm, was curled up, barely visible, almost disappearing from view.
Tang Wu frowned instantly. "He can't even hold up his kitten disguise. He can only appear in his fox cub form. He's seriously injured."
"What should we do? Please save him." Geng Ying's eyes were red as she looked at Tang Wu with hope.
"He's doomed." Tang Wu shook his head as he put down the medical kit and rummaged through it.
"Waaah!" Geng Ying cried even louder.
Watching Tang Wu's swift movements, Zhu Hao felt a sense of calm settle in. She knew Tang Wu liked to exaggerate. "You can save him, right?"
"It's hard to say." Tang Wu shook his head. "His phenomenon is a backlash after the contract was formed."
“I don’t know what kind of contract he made, but if he breaks the contract, he will be reduced to ashes. That’s what he’s in now. Whether he can be saved depends on fate.” Tang Wu was unusually serious.
"Moreover..." Tang Wu drawled, glancing at Song Shang's remaining tail, "A nine-tailed fox has nine lives, each tail representing one life. Now that he only has one tail left, it means he only has one life left, which is insufficient to offset the backlash of the contract..."
Tang Wu's tone was serious, not like he was joking, which made even his best wishes uncertain.
She glanced at Geng Ying, who was lying by the bedside with tears streaming down her face, and sighed softly, "Then give it a try."
Tang Wu carefully took out a red flower and placed it on Song Shang's nose.
Song Shang, who had been unconscious, twitched his eyelids and let out a muffled groan.
"Song Shang?" Geng Ying leaned forward and pried open his eyelids. "Are you awake? Look at me."
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