Just then, the door of the emergency room burst open, and a doctor rushed out.
"How is it?" Song Yun's voice rarely carried emotion.
"I've fulfilled my duty!" The doctor, aware of Song Yun's identity, said, "Brother Song, Brother Hu's child has been saved."
Song Yun nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please make sure this child survives."
"Understood!" The doctor nodded earnestly.
"Let's go, let's go see Wang Hu." Song Yun turned and led Zhao Yan and the others toward the hospital's morgue downstairs.
Wang Hu's body had been stored there, having been simply processed; the wound on his neck stitched up, he lay in the freezer as though he were merely sleeping.
Song Yun looked at Wang Hu, with whom he had met and chatted just a few hours earlier, and his body swayed slightly.
Zhao Yan hurriedly reached out to support Song Yun.
