Hospitals at midnight witness more deep affection and loyalty than churches, and this is indeed true.
In the face of parting from life or the bodily harm of a loved one, human emotions are hard to control, and those who can control them, simply do not love enough.
The surgery concluded at two-thirty in the morning, and at that time, all the operating rooms in the hospital were empty except for the one Yu Yanshen was in.
The results of the surgery were fairly good, it was just that dealing with the glass shards in the skin took up a lot of time.
There were no major injuries, and one could boldly guess—Yu Gusi was just venting his anger, with no real intention to harm Yu Yanshen.
After all, he was done for, and the bloodline had to be passed on.
When the man on the hospital bed was pushed out of the operating room, he was still under anesthesia.
