After Zhao Minglang reported to the Regiment Commander, he looked up at the azure sky. He wondered if his suspicion had been wrong after all. Perhaps it would be for the best if the investigation proved he was mistaken. Though his future promotion might become more difficult, he would be genuinely happy to know that Zhou Mingzhu was not a subversive element. A faint, imperceptible smile of relief appeared on Zhao Minglang’s rugged face.
He walked into the hospital and headed straight for the ward where Lu Haichuan was staying. To his regret, when the two of them arrived at the door of Zhou Mingzhu’s room, they found it empty.
At that moment, Zhou Mingzhu was gripping the cold metal pole of her IV stand, arguing back and forth with Uncle Hu.
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