“I asked someone to send Xia Weijing back.”

 

I nodded, “Where are the police officers?”

 

“Take away a few bodyguards.” Luo Qinghe’s eyes were cold, “With only two small police officers, they can’t move the Xia family.”

 

They have already done this step, and they will not be afraid of the police coming to the door after thinking about it.
There are as many of them as means to settle the matter, and as many as scapegoats pushed out to block their guns.

 

Even Luo Qinghe, judging from his previous attitude, should not want to have a head-on conflict with the Xia family.
But now that Song Bai Lao was seriously injured, this beam would have to be tied even if he didn’t.

 

Two hours later, operating room No.
2 finally jumped from “operation in progress” to “operation completed”.

 

Luo Qinghe and I got up and walked out almost at the same time.
In front of the operating room, Luo Meng Bai came out of it, and behind her was Song Bai Lao, who had already undergone the operation but was still awake.

 

“Uncle.” Luo Meng Bai called Luo Qinghe, and then said to me, “The operation went well, but his glands were severely injured, so we can only remove both glands.”

 

“Does it have any effect?”

 

Luo Meng Bai showed regret: “Sorry, I can’t say for sure that it has no effect at all.
There is too little information on this.
It’s so little that we don’t know what will happen to an Alpha after losing its glands.”

I nodded, indicating that I understood, turned around and chased the stretcher bed, while Luo Qinghe stayed where he was and continued talking to Luo Meng Bai.

 

Possibly due to the anesthetic, Song Bai Lao woke up several times a night, all in a daze, screaming for thirst, putting some water on his mouth, and quickly fell asleep again.

 

The next morning, Song Bai Lao didn’t wake up.
I was dozing off but was woken up by the quarrel outside the door.

 

After listening carefully, I realized that it was Song Xiao’s voice.

 

He gently pushed open the door of the ward, and at a glance, I saw Song Xiao with his back to the door, grabbing Luo Qinghe by the collar and pushing him against the wall: “It’s not enough for them to rob my lover, and now they have made my son like this! How can you let them go?”

 

Luo Qinghe snorted, grabbed his arm, and slowly pushed his hand away.

 

“You don’t need to tell me, I’ll make them pay the price.”

 

“Pay the price?” Song Xiao shook off his hand and took a few steps back, his tone was bitter and mocking, “Can you still kill them? They paid the price, how can they endure until now?”

 

Luo Qinghe looked at him for a long time: “At least, I have been working hard.”

 

After saying that, without waiting for Song Xiao to respond, he shook the front of his suit and strode away to the other side of the corridor.

 

I hurriedly closed the door, sat back on the bed and pretended to sleep.

 

After a while, I faintly heard the sound of the door opening, and I opened my eyes with a pretense.

 

“Uncle Xiao, why are you here?”

 

Song Xiao gently came to the bedside: “Luo Qinghe called me yesterday, and I came back overnight.”

 

After listening to him, I also sighed in my heart.
Although he had to know about Song Bai Lao’s situation sooner or later, was it a little too fast to tell him yesterday? What mother would love to see her son lying so weakly in a hospital bed? Even if Song Bai Lao woke up a day later, Song Xiao would not be so excited.

 

It seems that it was Luo Qinghe that Song Xiao chased back then, otherwise Luo Qinghe’s emotional intelligence might not be able to catch up with anyone.

 

“The doctor said that this is not a major operation, the wound is small, and you can be discharged in three or four days after waking up.”

 

If only the glands were removed, Luo Meng Bai said that it would be a minimally invasive operation at most, but because Song Bai Lao cut it with glass, the wound is relatively large, and they also spent a lot of effort to clean up the wound to prevent glass debris from remaining.
After the sutures are removed, Song Bai Lao will probably have a scar of about three centimeters from the back of his ear to his neck.
Other than that, everything is unknown.

 

Song Xiao touched Song Bai Lao’s forehead, his face full of sadness.

 

“If only I took him away back then.”

 

Everyone has their own last resort, and who can say what the best choice is.

 

Song Xiao asked me to go back to rest and said that he will be here.

 

I glanced at Song Bai aLo, who was sleeping, and said, “I’ll go back after he wakes up.”

 

I waited for a whole night, and it wasn’t bad for the last time.

 

And as if he heard my words, Song Bai Lao let out two vague moans in his throat and slowly opened his eyes.

 

Song Xiao and I immediately got together.

 

“Bai Lao, how are you feeling, do you feel pain?”

 

“Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?”

 

He looked at me, then at Song Xiao, and said with difficulty, “It hurts, I am not thirsty.”

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