The corridor of the hospital smelled of cold, stinging disinfectant, and the air was thick with a stifling sense of oppression. Xu Yan, Xu Jiaming, and Xu Jiayan stood grim-faced outside the intensive care unit. Nobody spoke; only the rhythmic beeping of the monitors pierced the silence of the hallway.
Xu Jiaming’s fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His eyes burned with a mixture of rage and restlessness, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Finally, he couldn't contain himself and let out a low growl: "Who the hell did this?! Who would dare lay such a heavy hand on our eldest brother?!"
His voice echoed down the corridor, laced with uncontrollable fury.
Chapter 55