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Li Hong saw his grandfather gently patting his back, and he burst into tears, crying out, "Dad, Xiao Lun is gone! Xiao Lun is dead!"
Zhao Changsheng was frantic. "What happened? Speak clearly!" Ouyang Xiong was equally anxious; his daughter was still in there. If Zhao Lun was truly dead, then his daughter would likely be in danger as well.
"Yes, Chairman Zhao," someone urged. "Please tell us what you heard so we can figure this out together."
Zhao Changsheng understood their concerns. It wasn't just about solving the problem; it was about whether their children were safe. With Li Hong in such a state, their hearts were in their throats, unable to rise or fall.
"Don't worry, they're all fine. Only Xiao Lun was shot. The group that fired the shots is said to be from the Wokou Nation," he reassured them.
Upon hearing this, everyone finally relaxed a bit. But as Zhao Changsheng pointed out, if only Zhao Lun had been shot, it meant she had protected the others. In that critical moment, she had ensured their safety. For those parents who might have harbored doubts or grievances against Zhao Lun, all of that vanished in an instant. They knew that entrusting their daughters to her meant they would not suffer.
"Don't panic, Zhao Changsheng," someone said. "The Lake City First People's Hospital is nearby. Everyone hurry over! Time is of the essence; we can't delay!"
"Zhao Changsheng, get in my car! And you too—what's your name? Get in as well!" The person Ouyang Xiong referred to was Hu Yao's father, Hu Zhi. He rarely spoke, and if it weren't for Zhao Changsheng's invitation, he wouldn't have shown up at all. So it was understandable that Ouyang Xiong didn't know his name. As Hu Yao's father, hearing that his son had been shot made his heart tremble. Though he wasn't good with words, he was still Hu Yao's father. When he heard that only Zhao Lun had been shot, he felt a sense of relief.
As Ouyang Xiong spoke up, everyone began to move. Meanwhile, Zhao Changsheng stood still, watching Li Hong being supported by his parents toward Lin Tian's car.
"What are you waiting for? Get in the car!" she urged. "You’re just saying that out of anger. As long as Zhao Lun is okay, you can apologize later; everything will be fine. Our priority now is to get to the hospital!"
She was right; the most important thing was to confirm Zhao Lun's safety. As long as she was alive, everything else could be dealt with later. Once inside the car, Zhao Changsheng immediately made a call. "Get everything checked! Use all connections to pull up the surveillance footage from my house to West City District! A group from the Wokou Nation dared to attack my son; I don’t care who’s behind them—I’ll do whatever it takes to make them pay! If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility! Even if you have to turn Lake City upside down, find those people!"
At this point, Zhao Changsheng had a good idea of who might be behind the attack.
Outside Lake City First People's Hospital stood Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi among others. They were all worried about Zhao Lun inside—praying fervently or breaking down in despair; their emotions ranged from silence to anger.
Ouyang Zhirou suddenly turned her ire toward Wang Ju'en. "It's all because of you! If it weren't for your presence, how could Zhao Lun have gone out and gotten shot? You’re the prime suspect!"
Her eyes glinted with malice as she looked at Wang Ju'en, her face revealing extreme hostility. "You better explain yourself clearly! If not..."
Wang Ju'en's patience wore thin under Ouyang Zhirou's accusations; she shouted back angrily. "I told you it wasn’t me! If I wanted him dead, I would have done it already—why wait until now?"
"Can you two stop arguing? This is a hospital!" Lin Mu Xi interjected sharply. "Zhao Lun’s life is uncertain inside and you’re still fighting? We’ll know the truth once his father arrives."
Lin Mu Xi had also suspected Wang Ju'en but was more concerned about whether Zhao Lun would be okay; otherwise, she would live with regret forever.
Hu Yao remained silent throughout it all. Although it was summer, the air around him felt unusually cold. He felt like he was standing on a powder keg—one spark could set off an explosion that would obliterate everything around him.
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