In the hospital room, the girl clutched the sheet tightly, her voice hoarse: "Where are you taking my grandpa? Did Rong Zhi send you? I know she's up to no good!"
"Let go, please let go of me!"
Tang Xuyun was mindful of the patient on the bed, refraining from using real force, but Song Yue had no such reservations. He stepped forward and pried the girl's fingers apart, with such force that her fingers were nearly broken.
With fingers connected to her heart, Qi Nian couldn't stop her fingers from trembling in pain.
She glared furiously, wanting to cry but, facing the fierce Song Yue, dared not, standing aside in impotent rage.
"Help, someone, help! They're kidnapping a patient here!"
The commotion had long attracted people from surrounding rooms; Grandpa Qi's attending doctor stood nearby, headache in hand.
