Xiao Jian was burning with rage, his anger reaching its peak, like a volcano about to erupt.
However, at this critical moment, Xiao Mengjie, who was standing behind him, gently tugged at his sleeve.
This subtle gesture was like a cool spring, instantly extinguishing the raging flames in Xiao Jian's heart.
He snapped back to his senses and immediately realized that this was not the time to argue with others.
So he took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions churning within him.
Those eyes, which were originally filled with anger, were now glaring fiercely at the deputy section chief, as if trying to pierce him with their gaze.
But in the end, he suppressed his impulse, picked up the pen on the table, and signed his name on the surgical consent form in a flamboyant manner.
The overweight, round-faced section chief was holding a bulging bag full of banknotes tightly in his hands.
At this moment, her face showed an extremely awkward expression, a complex mix of guilt and unease.
She moved cautiously closer to Xiao Jian, then timidly reached out and handed the money bag back to him.
At the same time, he spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm so sorry!"
As soon as she spoke, she lowered her head quickly, like a child who had done something wrong, and hurriedly retreated back into the crowd, disappearing from everyone's sight.
At the same time, Gao Hu was slowly wheeled out of the CT room.
He lay on the hospital bed, covered with a snow-white sheet, looking extremely weak.
Several medical staff in white coats surrounded the hospital bed, escorting him straight to the elevator.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, the elevator car, carrying Gao Hu's hopes for life, began to rise, speeding towards the operating room.
Judging from his appearance alone, Gao Hu's condition is becoming increasingly dire.
Several hours have passed since he was shot and injured at the time of the incident.
The bullet embedded in his head was like a time bomb, relentlessly eroding his fragile body every moment and bringing him unbearable pain.
Now, Gao Hu's once resolute and energetic face is as pale as a blank sheet of paper, devoid of any color.
The breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
His life was now in a precarious state.
The group followed closely as the elevator slowly ascended, eventually stopping in front of the operating room on the sixth floor.
With a solemn expression, Zhang Chaozhong led several professional doctors from the operating room quickly toward the hospital bed that held Gao Hu's hope for life, and together they walked through the tightly closed door.
Immediately afterwards, the red light above the operating room suddenly lit up, like a heart hanging in mid-air, causing great anxiety.
The transparent glass door ruthlessly kept Liu Ye and the other two outside.
At this moment, the three of them looked at each other, none of them speaking, but deep in their hearts, they felt a deep sense of blessing and concern for Hu Zi.
Even Liu Ye, despite having far less contact with Hu Zi compared to the other two, had come to regard Hu Zi as her own younger brother over the past two years due to Xiao Weiguo's subtle influence.
As for Xiao Jian, there's no need to mention him.
Over the years, they have shared joys and sorrows, and gone through countless trials and tribulations together.
It is no exaggeration to say that in this complex world, Xiao Jian and Hu Zi are undoubtedly the brothers who understand each other best.
Now, they have all grown up and each has their own career.
However, thanks to Xiao Weiguo's meticulous arrangements, the two of them not only did not part ways, but instead became even closer and more like brothers.
Having been reborn, Xiao Weiguo's deepest fear is the heartbreaking scene of family separation and brothers turning against each other. Therefore, he tries his best to make proper arrangements for every one of his brothers and sisters.
He racked his brains and tried every possible way to keep them from being too far apart.
Xiao Weiguo deeply understands the preciousness and rarity of family affection. He hopes that through his efforts, every family member can be bathed in the warmth of family affection and feel the love and care from their family.
So he tirelessly traveled around, searching for suitable housing, work, and living environments for each of his brothers and sisters.
However, despite Xiao Weiguo's best efforts, he was ultimately just a mortal, not an omnipotent god. No matter how hard he tried or how much effort he put in, he could not guarantee the absolute safety of every one of his loved ones.
After all, life is full of countless variables and surprises, and even someone with the special experience of rebirth can hardly predict all possible events.
Sometimes, fate seems to like playing tricks on people, and unexpected disasters and hardships always come quietly.
Tiger's current predicament is largely due to his connection with Xiao Erbian.
That's just how fate likes to play tricks on people; the more you care about something, the more it will take it away.
The young Xiao Mengjie stood there, her face full of bewilderment.
Although Liu Ye and Xiao Jian were by her side, at this moment, she felt as if she were in an empty world, and everything around her seemed so unfamiliar and distant.
Ever since Hu Zi was wheeled into that cold operating room, Xiao Mengjie felt her world collapse instantly, and an unprecedented sense of loneliness surged into her heart like a tide.
It seemed that all the warmth, joy, and hope, along with Tiger, were locked behind that tightly closed glass door.
My thoughts drifted back to the past, to when the textile factory had just been established and I still vividly remembered the scene of Tiger receiving his first paycheck.
Overjoyed, he drove to the county town to pick out an expensive pink dress for her.
That's a fashionable style that female students in the city often wear!
For Xiao Mengjie, who was going through puberty at the time, such a dress was actually a bit childish and not quite suitable for her age.
However, when Tiger handed her the dress with anticipation and asked softly...
"Mengjie, do you like this dress? Xiao Jian said that girls all like this color."
Xiao Mengjie was muttering something.
"Silly boy, these clothes are more suitable for children."
But deep down, he couldn't suppress his joy.
She carefully took the dress, as if holding an incomparably precious pearl, and then solemnly stored it at the very bottom of the box.
I was afraid that I might accidentally damage or lose this first gift in my life, which is full of deep affection.
But now everything is just a memory; her world and Tiger's world are separated by a door.
The red light above her head represents life and death; the moment it turns green is the moment fate pronounces its judgment on her.
Time seemed to stand still as the three of them were plunged into a long and agonizing wait.
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