It Was All My Fault
An entire team of the medical specialists was prepared beforehand and when Wu Zhang's car arrived at the hospital, nurses and other staff rushed to get Song Jia. Without wasting a moment she was wheeled into the Intensive Care Unit and the entire floor was sealed, to not let any unwanted person enter the premises.
Wu Zhang continued standing stiffly against a wall of the waiting lounge with his arms crossed and his eyes staring blankly into nothingness. His face looked grim and his aura was in every way, very unwelcoming.
The medical staff did not dare to go near him or even meet his eyes with the fear of being a victim of his wrath. He had already declared that if anything happened to Song Jia, he would tear this place down, and now to share the suffocating aura emanating from him, was the last thing that they wanted.