Chapter 142 - 144 [144] Two Men Start Fighting 2
Mr. Liang was hit so hard that he stumbled back a step, almost falling down.
Nangong Yaoling stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and threw another punch without a word.
The movement was fast, precise, and ruthless.
Liang Shaochen fell to the ground.
There was no resistance, no struggle.
Nor was there any resentment.
All he had was an apology to his good brother and inner worry and unease.
Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth and rushed forward to hit him again.
At this moment, a scream came from behind.
"Big brother, stop!" Nangong Zhongli rushed forward in high heels and grabbed Nangong Yaoling’s arm.
Nangong Yaoling turned to look at Nangong Zhongli.
His gloomy gaze froze for a few seconds.
Ultimately, under Zhongli’s pleading gaze, he withdrew his hand.
Nangong Zhongli lunged at Liang Shaochen.
"Shaochen... are you okay! As long as you’re okay!" Nangong Zhongli cried, kneeling on the ground, tightly hugging Liang Shaochen.
Liang Shaochen just stood there, blankly being held by her, like a piece of wood, looking forlorn.
Nangong Yaoling lowered his eyes, looking at his unworthy sister.
An involuntary hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
He stepped back, steadying himself by leaning against the wall.
Nangong Feihong arrived at the same time as Nangong Zhongli.
Nangong Feihong grabbed Nangong Yaoling’s arm and asked anxiously, "What’s wrong with Xiaonuan? Is she hurt?"
Nangong Yaoling gave Nangong Feihong a cold glance.
Instead of speaking, he shook him off and sat alone on a chair.
He supported his forehead with his hands.
Nangong Feihong guessed something, and rushed to the operating room door.
He banged on the door frantically.
"Xiaonuan... you can’t be hurt! You can’t die! You must survive..."
A few nurses rushed up to pull Nangong Feihong away.
"Sir, they’re performing surgery inside, please calm down!"
"Who did this? Who the hell did this! I’ll wipe out his entire family!" Nangong Feihong shook off the nurses, tears streaming down his face, and irrationally roared.
At this time, Xin Wei, Nangong Yaoling’s assistant, stepped forward and said to Nangong Feihong, "People have been sent to investigate already, Young Master Feihong, please calm down, the young mistress has her own destiny, she will be alright!"
Nangong Zhongli helped Liang Shaochen to sit on a chair.
Seeing his forlorn appearance, her heart ached.
It was then that she noticed his arm was injured.
"You’re hurt!" Nangong Zhongli immediately called for a doctor to bandage him.
"I’m fine." Liang Shaochen said weakly, lowering his head.
Nangong Zhongli held Liang Shaochen’s hand, "Shaochen, don’t leave me again, I’m really scared, I’m so glad you’re okay... Otherwise, I really don’t know what to do..."
Liang Shaochen looked at Nangong Zhongli in silence for a moment and then said, "I’m sorry..."
"As long as you’re okay..."
...
Xia Xiaonuan’s surgery was relatively successful.
But because of excessive blood loss, she was still receiving a blood transfusion and remained unconscious.
Xia Zhennan and Mrs. Xia also came, the old couple fussed around for a while, and Mrs. Xia cried for a long time. Hearing that Xiaonuan was out of danger, they had her sent to a private room to rest.
And now, many people were sitting in the lounge.
Including Nangong Yaoling, Liang Shaochen, Nangong Feihong, and Nangong Zhongli, as well as assistants, with bodyguards standing guard outside the door.
The atmosphere was frightfully quiet.
Nangong Yaoling had a continuous grim expression.
He stood by the window, smoking one cigarette after another, the smoke being blown away by the wind, giving off an intimidating aura that warned others to keep their distance.
Meanwhile, Nangong Feihong had been in a constant state of frenzy, pulling his hair and pounding his chest.