Chapter 183 - Carrying Mu Xingfeng
Chapter 183 of "Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself" starts with dramatic events: Chapter 183: Chapter 195 Carrying Mu Xingfeng"Sis, what happened? How did Boss get injured? Havenât... Discover what happens!
Chapter 183: Chapter 195 Carrying Mu Xingfeng"Sis, what happened? How did Boss get injured? Havenât you always worked well together?"
Lin Junyang had just returned to the team when he received news that Mu Xingfeng was injured during the mission. Hearing that Mu Xingfeng was wounded in the chest and had been transferred to the Imperial Military District General Hospital, he immediately applied to return to the Imperial City.
He couldnât believe it. The hero he always thought invincible had gone down like this, shot in the chest, how critical must it be to be directly transferred to the Imperial Military District General Hospital?
Faced with Lin Junyangâs questioning, Lin Ruonan cried and shook her head. She didnât know how to answer him. It was her mistake that allowed the enemy to exploit a gap, and Mu Xingfeng got injured trying to protect her.
"Junyang, this is a hospital, Xingfeng is still in surgery," Gu Haoyu said coldly.
"Brother," facing Gu Haoyu, Lin Junyang felt like heâd found his backbone. Back in school, Gu Haoyu was always the most responsible among them, the one who handled situations with the calmest demeanor and the most decisive actions.
In Nanâan, without Gu Haoyu, he would always call Mu Xingfeng Boss. But in the hearts of their brothers, Gu Haoyu was the true leader, even Mu Xingfeng held him in high regard.
"Brother, do you think second brother..." Lin Junyangâs voice choked up and his eyes reddened.
"Heâll be fine," Gu Haoyu interrupted Lin Junyang.
Just at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor.
"Nan," Mom Lin, Jiang Xinru, spotted her daughter and walked over in quick strides.
"Whatâs going on? How is Xingfeng?"
Lin Weidong had picked up his wife and they came to the hospital together upon learning about Mu Xingfengâs transfer. Initially, Jiang Xinru thought her daughter was in danger, but she realized it was Mu Xingfeng after getting in the car.
The Lin Family and Mu Family were close allies, neither wanted to see anything bad happen to anyone from either family.
"Momâ" Lin Ruonan looked at her mother, her eyes turned red once again. "Mom, itâs all my fault. Xingfeng got shot saving me. Itâs my fault, I held Xingfeng back and now heâs hurt."
Lin Weidong stepped forward and patted his daughterâs shoulder. Although Mu Xingfeng was shot protecting his daughter, his daughter managed to carry Mu Xingfeng out from under the enemyâs fire and completed the mission. He felt proud of his daughter.
Mu Zhenzong also came over, "Ruonan, donât blame yourself too much. You did your best to get Xingfeng out under such circumstances."
During Mu Xingfengâs transfer, the south side had already reported the specific situation of this mission. Yet, due to his sonâs uncertain condition, he hadnât been able to think of anyone else.
"Yes, Nan, your Uncle Mu knows you did your best. Donât blame yourself too much, Xingfeng will come out safely. How about you? Are you hurt?"
Jiang Xinru looked at her daughter, distressed by her disheveled appearance. For the first time, she resented her husband for letting their daughter choose this path.
Thinking of those young ladies from affluent families, who werenât being nurtured at home, while their daughter was out risking her life.
Forgive her selfishness, she could devote her life to the countryâs scientific research, understood her husband and sonâs fight for the country, but couldnât bear her daughter going down the hardest path for a woman.
"Iâm fine, itâs just superficial wounds, theyâve already been treated," Lin Ruonan replied while wiping her tears, feeling like it was the day she cried the most in her life.
She grew up in a military family, taught that tears are for bloodshed, not for crying. But today, from the moment Mu Xingfeng was shot, her tears flowed uncontrollably, trying to digest the worry and helplessness.