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On the other side.
The First People's Hospital.
Emergency room lights were still on.
Old Master Fu was sitting on a blue plastic chair, his expression grave, not uttering a word, while Old Madam Fu stood there ceaselessly flicking her Buddha beads, murmuring nonstop, "May the Buddha bless..."
All six daughters and sons-in-law of the Fu family were present as well, as it concerned their only younger brother-in-law and the rise and fall of the old Fu family. In such a critical moment, they had no choice but to come.
Though there were many people, the scene was exceptionally quiet.
No one spoke, and not even those playing on their phones.
Who would dare play on their phone and provoke Old Master Fu's ire at such a time?
Daoist Master Yihe also stood there, but unlike everyone else, he did not show a hint of nervousness on his face. Instead, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, looking every bit the part of a sage with an aura of mystique.
Just then.