After enduring another two hours of surgery, Deputy Factory Director Hou stubbornly pulled through once again.
Now lying in a hospital bed, he had his son and wife by the window. His son was weeping uncontrollably, snot and tears streaming down his face, while his wife looked somewhat worried. Her gaze kept drifting toward Deputy Factory Director Hou's lower body, which was bandaged up like a mummy, as she seemed lost in thought.
"Any word from Zhao Laosi?"
Chapter 99