The emergency surgery room was lit.
Lu Xingye, having just donated blood, rushed over and grabbed Yu Chiyin by the collar of his shirt. Seeing the bloodstain on his chest, Lu Xingye narrowed his eyes.
Then, with a loud "bang", he fiercely punched Yu Chiyin.
"You've done a great job!", Lu Xingye threatened fiercely, "If anything happens to her, I'll make sure you pay with your life!"
While donating blood, Amu had already investigated the causes and consequences of Lu Fengxuan's injury and was furious about it.
First, Yu Chiyin was the trigger for the incident.
Second, he hadn't protected her; he had let her get severely injured while carrying a child.
He deserved more than just a punch!
Yu Chiyin, who had been watching the surgery room as if he had lost his soul, staggered back two steps when Lu Xingye's fist hit him.
After stabilizing himself, he raised his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, his eyes sharp as blades.
