freenovelworld Chapter 379 1 False Alarm
Chapter 379 1 False Alarm
Inside the inn, the atmosphere was so tense it felt like water could drip out. Shen Shaodong's eyes were fixed on Xu Zhe's pulse-taking hand, a gaze that seemed to burn a hole through it. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he was oblivious, anxiously awaiting the diagnosis.
After a long while, Xu Zhe finally slowly lowered his hand from Luo Lingchen's pulse and raised his head slightly. Although his expression still carried his usual coldness, there was also a hint of barely perceptible ease.
He cleared his throat and said, "Master Shen, please don't worry, the child's condition is not as bad as it seems.
To be honest, it was really unbelievable. At this moment, there seemed to be a mysterious and vigorous vitality surging in his body, as if there was a pair of invisible but powerful hands quietly repairing his broken body.
In my opinion, if he can rest and recuperate well in the next few days, he will be full of energy and ready to embark on his journey again in no time."
After saying that, Xu Zhe straightened his back without waiting for Shen Shaodong's response, stood up with an indifferent expression, lightly brushed his sleeves, as if to brush away the troubles of this world, and then turned and left with big strides. His departing figure revealed a bit of aloofness and arrogance, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the lobby, leaving Shen Shaodong with a stunned look on his face.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the inn. Zhao Lin, with a panicked and anxious look on his face, rushed into the inn with an old doctor who had hurried over from the clinic.
As soon as the old doctor stepped into the lobby of the inn, his eyes were immediately attracted by the miserable appearance of Luo Lingchen lying on the ground.
Luo Lingchen was covered in blood, his clothes were torn to pieces, and the blood had already stained the ground beside him into a glaring dark red. The scene was as horrible as the Asura Hell.
The old doctor's face turned pale as snow in an instant, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought that the poor young man in front of him was dead.
He suppressed the panic in his heart, walked forward quickly, squatted down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and carefully placed it on Luo Lingchen's pulse. He held his breath and concentrated on diagnosing the condition.
For a moment, the entire hall was so quiet that only the old doctor's gentle breathing and Luo Lingchen's weak pulse could be heard.
After a moment, the old doctor's frown gradually relaxed, and the tension on his face slowly faded away like a tide. He nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a relieved smile.
He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Master, you can rest assured. This young man is in excellent physical condition! Although he was seriously injured this time, after returning home, as long as he follows my instructions, eats some nourishing foods to replenish blood and qi, and rests for a while, he will surely recover as before."
When Shen Shaodong heard this, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally fell back to its original place with a "thump". He breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes were slightly moist.
He hurried forward, clasped his hands tightly together, and bowed deeply to the old doctor. The bow was almost ninety degrees, and his words were full of sincerity and gratitude: "Thank you so much, old doctor! If you hadn't arrived in time, my heart would have been like a rabbit in my chest, up and down, with no peace or uncertainty. You really saved this child's life, and you also saved my heart!"
The old doctor was a little embarrassed by Shen Shaodong's sudden enthusiasm. He smiled and waved his hand, saying with a bit of humility on his face: "Master, you are too kind. This is all within my job. It's nothing to worry about. It's nothing to worry about."
Afterwards, Zhao Lin followed the old doctor to the clinic in a hurry to get medicine.
Shen Shaodong quickly instructed his men to carefully lift Luo Lingchen, as if he were holding a rare treasure, and slowly carried him into the room.
In order to ensure Luo Lingchen's safety, Shen Shaodong specially selected several agile and capable subordinates, and ordered them in a serious manner to guard closely around the room without blinking, to prevent any further accidents from happening.
After everything was arranged, Shen Shaodong stood alone and quietly in the courtyard of the inn.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, but failed to dispel the haze in his heart.
His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he could pinch a fly to death, and he thought to himself, "This little Luo usually looks like a smart and alert child. What powerful person did he offend to end up with such a miserable end?
He had barely stepped out of the house when he was hacked into a half-dead state. "Alas, if my precious daughter really married him, how would she live in the future? Wouldn't she have to live in constant fear and anxiety?"
It seems that the choice of son-in-law needs to be reconsidered and carefully examined. We must not make such a hasty decision."
Shen Shaodong's heart was a mess. He paced slowly in the courtyard, the images of Nangong Qi and Su Ran emerging involuntarily in his mind. He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons, secretly wondering who could give his daughter a stable and happy future...
At this time, Luo Lingchen, who was still in a coma, had no idea that because of this sudden and accidental stabbing, his status as the future son-in-law, which had seemed as solid as a rock, had now become shaky, like a candle in a strong wind, which could go out at any time.
At this moment, his future path was shrouded in a thick, disturbing fog of the unknown, and the future was uncertain and full of variables.