No regrets.
She profited.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jingrong’s lips curled into a gratifying smile.
Heavens were kind to her.
In the end, the heavens were not cruel to her.
At this moment, the police officers broke in, "Let go! Let go now!"
With the collective strength of seven or eight officers, Zhao Yu finally released her grip.
Zhao Jingrong’s face was pale, looking like she was about to breathe her last. She taunted Zhao Yu, "You little bastard! If you have the guts, kill me then! Come on! Kill me! Kill me and avenge that bitch Ni Yang!"
"Ah!" Zhao Yu, already in a state of extreme anger, couldn’t tolerate such provocation, breaking free from the restraint of two officers as she charged toward Zhao Jingrong.
Seeing this, two tall officers quickly rushed over, one of them delivering a chop to Zhao Yu’s neck.
Given the circumstances, they could understand Zhao Yu’s feelings.
Zhao Jingrong would face legal punishment, but if Zhao Yu acted, it would be different.
Zhao Yu blacked out and fainted right then.
Just then, the 120 ambulance arrived.
Mo Qishen carried Ni Yang onto the ambulance.
The rest of the Ni Family also got on the ambulance.
Outside the Emergency Room, everyone else was pacing anxiously, except Mo Qishen who stood there silently, his chiseled features seemed covered with impenetrable frost.
His eyes stayed fixed on the doors of the Operating Room.
It was half an hour later when Mr. and Mrs. Mo arrived, "Old Six! How is it? How is Yangyang?"
Mo Qishen remained silent.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo had never seen Mo Qishen like this.
At this moment, he was like a soulless statue, his cold demeanor unsettling everyone around.
"Old Six? Old Six?"
Shangguan Dehui walked over, "In-laws, don’t worry, Yangyang will be fine, Master Wang is in the Operating Room with her."
Mr. Mo nodded, "She’ll be alright, she’ll definitely be alright."
Mrs. Mo clasped her hands together, continuously praying for Buddha’s protection.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
A whole five hours passed, yet there was no news from inside the Operating Room.
Mo Qishen also maintained the same standing posture.
"How about my mom! Is my mom awake yet?" Zhao Yu stumbled hastily through the hospital corridor.
Due to her anxiety and the hand chop, Zhao Yu had just woken up.
She wished so much that this was just a dream.
But, unfortunately, reality defied her wishes.
This wasn’t a dream.
This was truly happening.
Shangguan Dehui took Zhao Yu’s hand, "Duoduo, don’t worry, your mom will definitely wake up!"
Zhao Yu clutched onto this lifeline, "Yes! Yes! My mom is such a good person! So kind, having done so many good deeds, she will be fine! She hasn’t even had a brother or sister yet!"
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Don’t cry!
She couldn’t cry!
Crying at this moment was too ominous.
Zhao Yu tried very hard to hold back her tears, but they continued to pour uncontrollably.


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