638 Sowing Seeds of Discord (8)

Shen Zihao stood where he was in silence, taking in the berating with no sign of fighting back.

Shen Liangchuan dropped his fists after a few hits.

Xia Yehua was on the brink of life and death, he really wasn't in the mood for a fight.

All of a sudden, the corridor fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was looking intently at the entrance of the operating room.

At this point, the clicking of high heels was heard.

Following this, Mei Feng's voice rang through the corridor as she asked, "Zihao, is your mother okay?"

Shen Zihao turned and looked at her blankly.

The woman put a hand on his arm and saw the bruises on his face. She asked anxiously, "Zihao, your face… What happened?"

Then, tightening her grip around his arm, she said, "Hurry, hurry up and come with me. We'll get a nurse to treat your injuries."

Shen Zichuan hesitated at Mei Feng's suggestion.