The men looked at each other, their expressions shifting.
Even Shen Zueran, who was standing by Yu Lan's side, found his gaze darkening.
They exchanged glances, feeling as if they were watching a repeat of their own rise to power.
They hadn't thought much of it back then, but looking at it now, how was it so damn annoying?
At that moment, Yu Lan had moved to the doctor's side and was listening to his instructions.
Yu Wenzhou was lying on the hospital bed, his face pale. He was in a weak, half-conscious state.
Sensing someone approaching, he struggled to open his eyes and look at the newcomer.
The moment he saw Yu Lan, his weak expression was instantly tinged with anxiety and panic. He tightly gripped her small hand.
"Lanlan, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"I… I'll protect you."
As he spoke, he propped himself up on the bed with his hands, looking as if he were trying to get up despite his injuries.
