Chapter 12
But Lian Sixuan was still one step faster than him. The blade only scratched Rong Huan's skin, without harming the child at all.
Lian Sixuan held his hand tightly, his voice filled with anger and coldness: "Listen to me, Rong Huan, the child in your belly is mine! You have no right to touch him. He can only die when I tell him to!"
Rong Huan looked at Lian Sixuan, who was so high and mighty that he trampled on him wantonly, with tears in his eyes. He collapsed instantly, his eyes went dark and he fainted.
When he woke up again, Rong Huan was silent.
He was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes from time to time, as if he were dead.
Seeing this scene, Lian Sixuan's heart was actually moved, and he couldn't help but look away.
"Mr. Lian, regarding Mr. Rong's health..." one of the doctors spoke.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Lian Sixuan interrupted the doctor and took him to the door.
As soon as the two left, the male doctor who bandaged Rong Huan's wound took off his mask.
Rong Huan recognized him at a glance. The male doctor was a fellow student of Xu Dongning. He had met him several times before when he accompanied Jian Lu to see Xu Dongning.
"Are you Fu Jing?" Hope suddenly lit up in his eyes. Maybe he could ask him for help!
The man nodded. Under his gold-rimmed glasses, Fu Jing looked at Rong Huan with a look of heartache. When he first met him, he was still the proud young master of the Rong family, but now he has become a bird in a cage...
"Can I ask you a favor? Please." Rong Huan's eyelashes trembled slightly, full of hope.
Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, Fu Jing found it hard to refuse. After making sure that Lian Sixuan wasn't paying attention, he nodded and said, "Go ahead."
"Can you help me check on Rong Xi? You're a doctor, you'll definitely know his condition if you just ask around. Even if he really is... I want to hear accurate information!"
Maybe Lian Sixuan was lying to himself...
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he cannot give up!
"I can promise you, but you have to take care of yourself now. If he were still alive, he would definitely not want to see you like this." Fu Jing said seriously, having already thought about how to help him.
"What are you doing?"
Lian Sixuan walked in at some point with a gloomy expression.
Fu Jing pushed his glasses, stood up and prepared to leave, and Rong Huan quickly hid the spare phone Fu Jing gave him under the sheets.
"Mr. Rong's wound has been bandaged. If everything is fine, I'll leave first." Fu Jing packed the medical box and turned to leave.
Lian Sixuan seemed to be somewhat hostile towards him, and said condescendingly, "Next time, just let the attending doctor come. You don't have to follow me anymore."
Fu Jing just nodded lightly and walked out.
Lian Sixuan returned and looked at Rong Huan, threatening him expressionlessly, "I'll send someone to keep a close eye on you. You'd better not do anything to me."
After saying that, Lian Sixuan said that he had something urgent to do and left in a hurry.
The days that followed became torturous. Rong Huan anxiously waited for Fu Jing's reply, and each day felt like a year.
Finally, on the next night, Fu Jing sent him a text message.
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