The 99th Divorce

1556 We Did Our Best…

In a daze, Shen Luo'an stood in the middle of the huge airport for a good while. He wasn't aware of how much time passed before an airport staff walked over.

With a polite smile, the airport staff asked, "Hello, Sir. Welcome to Suzhou. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Shen Luo'an regained his senses and shook his head. As an afterthought, he asked, "Where is the taxi queue?"

"Straight ahead. You'll see it on the left of the second crossing."

Still a little dazed, Shen Luo'an nodded his head and replied, "Thanks."

He had no luggage or bag with him. He was still dressed in his wedding tuxedo, and his hair had been styled in the trendiest fashion. However, the expression on his face was so deadened that not an ounce of wedded bliss could be detected.

The airport staff watched for a long while as Shen Luo'an walked off before turning to a colleague and saying, "I just met a bridegroom. He was very handsome, but the expression on his face looked so sad."

Shen Luo'an had no idea that his heart was so clearly worn on his sleeve. He walked out and gave the taxi driver the name of a random hotel. He checked into a room.

All he felt was a pure sense of fatigue. The journey from the Capital to Jiangnan wasn't exactly long, but his heart felt worn out and weary beyond description. He laid on the bed, but sleep refused to come.

Shen Luo'an stared at the bare white ceiling. His mind was jumbled. As he closed his eyes, he could sense his heart beating within his chest. Each beat was hard, and each beat served to remind him that he was still alive.

Is it even appropriate for a man like me to still be alive?

If he returned to the Capital, he knew beyond a shadow of doubt that Guan Yanhong would break his legs. He had mentally prepared himself for that. What surprised him was the sense of relief he experienced after running away. He did not love Guan Queye.

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Guan Queye had been in the emergency room for six hours. Her digestive tract had been cleaned out, but her life was still hanging in the balance.

This young and beautiful lady, who was once again lying unconscious in the emergency room, had become the focus of all the doctors' life-saving efforts.

Guan Yanhong was waiting outside the emergency room, wailing in pain. Even after a long while, he was unable to get a hold on his emotions. He pounded the wall, banged his head, and lashed out.

His assistant and relatives by his side had no idea how to console him. His only daughter was inside the emergency room, and her fate was unknown. It was doubtless that Guan Yanhong would be in turmoil.

At that moment, no amount of words could make things better. The only thing that could was Guan Queye making it through the ordeal alive.

The door to the emergency room finally opened. With eyes that were still red, Guan Yanhong rushed forward and grabbed the doctor. "Doctor, how is my daughter?"

The doctor hadn't even had the chance to remove his surgical mask yet and was clearly shocked by the sudden grab. He took a step back before removing his mask and replied, "We did our best…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Guan Yanhong roared, unable to accept it. "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'your best?' My daughter was fine before! How could you not be able to save her?"

The doctor was alarmed by Guan Yanhong's outburst and replied, "I wasn't finished. Calm down."

Only when Guan Yanhong was physically held back did the doctor resume. "The patient is still unconscious, and the situation doesn't look good. If she is able to wake up within 48 hours, she'll be safe."

In other words, if she didn't wake up…