Yeh Huang crouched beside the hospital bed, tightly gripping Long Linger's hand, refusing to let go. It seemed that he too had suffered greatly in these days; his face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and his chin stubbled with beard. Aside from Yeh Huang, the medical room was packed with Stephen and numerous secret agents, making it impenetrably secure.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth calmly removed his suit and donned a white long gown, his handsome face indifferent. Faced with Tang Qingxue's panic, he simply reached out to pull her into his arms, glanced around, and calmly said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the President, this isn't a hospital, and it's inconvenient for me to treat anyone here."
Upon hearing this, everyone present turned pale.
Tang Qingxue reacted most fiercely, "Husband, what do you mean by this? Lingling is so close to me, are you planning to stand by and watch her die?"
