134: Chapter 134 Upon learning of his son's injury, Wang Hongtai rushed to the hospital.

Upon hearing the news of his son's injury, Wang Hongtai's eyes widened sharply. He sprang up from his bed instantly, the sleepiness on his face vanishing without a trace, replaced by terror and worry.

His hand went limp, and his phone nearly slipped from his grasp. His complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, and his voice trembled with unconcealable agitation: "What did you say? How did Wang Hao get into a conflict with someone at the Nightlife Bar? How is he now?"

"Mr. Wang, you will need to understand the specifics in detail once you arrive at the hospital in person. The most urgent matter right now is to get to the hospital as soon as possible; Wang Hao's surgery requires the signature of a direct family member." Police officer Sun Yizhong frowned deeply. It wasn't the first time he had encountered such a situation, and while he kept his voice calm, the urgency within it remained impossible to hide.

After all, even if he were a criminal suspect, he was still a living, breathing human being...

Upon hearing this, Wang Hongtai immediately jumped out of bed, fumbling as he put on his clothes, his tone filled with irrepressible anxiety: "Okay, okay, okay, I'm coming right away, right away! Let the doctors start the surgery on him first. I'm not short on money; I will definitely pay the hospital for the surgery fees!"

As he spoke, he had already grabbed his phone and rushed out of the room, his face full of urgency and worry, muttering constantly: "Son, you absolutely cannot have anything happen to you! If something happens to you, how am I supposed to explain it to your mother!"

"Sir, where are you rushing off to?" The household servant, awakened by the commotion in Wang Hongtai's room, ran out of the servant's quarters, rubbing their eyes. Seeing Wang Hongtai hurrying down from the second floor, his face full of tension and worry, the servant couldn't help but feel nervous as well.

"That little brat Wang Hao has gotten into trouble and is now at the hospital waiting for surgery. I have to go immediately!" Wang Hongtai said hurriedly, pointing his finger outside the villa as he continued, "Quick, find the car keys for me!"

The servant was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, trotting to the drawer in the living room where the car keys were kept to retrieve them. Afterward, not forgetting to grab a coat for Wang Hongtai, the servant chased after him to the door and draped it over his shoulders, whispering a reminder: "Sir, it's cold at night; please don't catch a cold."

Wang Hongtai was burning with anxiety at this moment and didn't care about such things. He nodded hurriedly, snatched the car keys, and pushed the door open to leave. He quickly unlocked the car, climbed inside, and stepped on the gas. The car shot out of the villa gate like an arrow from a bow, speeding toward the hospital.

…Speeding all the way, Wang Hongtai gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his forehead covered in nervous sweat, his eyes showing deep worry and urgency. He didn't care whether the traffic lights were red or green; as long as there were no vehicles ahead, he accelerated and sped through without hesitation.

The short fifteen-minute drive felt as if it had been stretched into a century.

Finally, Wang Hongtai's car screeched to a halt in a parking space in front of the hospital ward building. He practically jumped out of the car, looked around, and quickly locked his gaze on the entrance of the ward building.

His face was full of anxiety as he rushed over and took the elevator to the fourth floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, his eyes searched the hallway, and he quickly spotted the uniformed police officer.

Wang Hongtai practically charged up to Sun Yizhong, his voice trembling as he asked urgently: "Officer Sun, right? I am Wang Hongtai. How is my son, Wang Hao, doing now?"

Sun Yizhong looked Wang Hongtai up and down, a flicker of sympathy flashing in his eyes.

"Come with me," he said, pointing to the operating room not far away. He tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible as he continued to console him: "Mr. Wang, please don't be anxious. Your son is in the operating room, and the doctors are doing their best to treat him." As he spoke, police officer Sun Yizhong led Wang Hongtai to the front of the operating room.

Just then, the operating room door slowly opened, and a nurse wearing a mask and surgical cap walked out. She looked at Sun Yizhong and asked with professional indifference: "Have Wang Hao's family members arrived?"

"They are here, they are here," Sun Yizhong replied quickly, then turned to look at Wang Hongtai and introduced him to the nurse: "This is Wang Hao's father."

Wang Hongtai walked up to the nurse urgently. Because of his nervousness, he clenched his hands into fists, his voice filled with worry: "Nurse, how is my son?"

The nurse, however, appeared exceptionally calm; she had seen such scenes many times and found it difficult to resonate emotionally with the patients' families. She did not answer immediately, but instead handed the papers in her hand to Wang Hongtai, saying in a calm voice: "Please sign these first. This is the surgery consent form, blood transfusion consent form, self-pay consent form, and the critical illness notice."

The nurse's words were exceptionally calm, devoid of any emotion, but every word she spoke hit Wang Hongtai's heart like a heavy hammer. Especially when Wang Hongtai heard the words "critical illness notice," his heart sank sharply, and for that moment, it felt as if it had skipped a beat.

His hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably, and he looked at the nurse in terror: "Nurse, how is my son exactly? Why is he critically ill?" As he spoke, his voice became choked with sobs, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The nurse, however, remained calm: "Please don't be nervous. Sign first, and after you sign, I will tell you the situation."

Helpless, Wang Hongtai had no choice but to sign his name on the four notices with a trembling hand.

The nurse put away the documents and briefly explained Wang Hao's condition to Wang Hongtai: "When the patient was brought in, his shock index was already greater than 1.5, indicating a state of severe shock. After examination and treatment by the doctors, it was discovered that the patient has three broken ribs and contusions on multiple internal organs, as well as internal bleeding. In addition, there is a 7-centimeter blunt force wound on his head; fortunately, it did not cause a skull fracture. Right now, the doctors are doing everything they can to save him."

After hearing the nurse's report, Wang Hongtai felt unsteady on his feet and stumbled back two steps. Fortunately, Sun Yizhong was quick-eyed and sharp-handed, catching him and consoling him: "Mr. Wang, please take care of your health. Since he has already entered the operating room, we must trust the doctors."

"This officer is right; you must have confidence in our doctors. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, our doctors will do their utmost." As the nurse said this, she turned and walked toward the operating room, then immediately remembered she had something else to convey. She blocked the door to the operating room, looked at Wang Hongtai, and instructed: "Right, I almost forgot to tell you. Go down to the second floor later to pay for the surgery fees. Try to prepare as much as possible, as he will need to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time after the surgery."

"Oh, okay, I'll go pay right now…" As he spoke, Wang Hongtai nervously asked again: "Then how is he doing now? Has he woken up?"

The nurse frowned, glanced at Wang Hongtai with some impatience, and said indifferently: "Didn't I tell you? The doctors are still operating on him. He has injuries on his head and body, so he must be under general anesthesia! How could he be awake? Alright, go pay the fees first, and then come back and wait patiently at the door of the operating room!" After saying this, she closed the operating room door.

Wang Hongtai paced back and forth outside the operating room, then suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Sun Yizhong, frowning deeply, and asked with a solemn expression: "Officer Sun, what exactly is going on here? Who did my son get into a conflict with, and who injured him like this? Has the culprit been caught?"

"Ahem," Sun Yizhong looked embarrassed. He coughed lightly to hide his discomfort, then explained: "The situation is this: we received a report saying there was a gang fight at the Nightlife Bar on Changle Street. When we arrived at the scene, Wang Hao was already lying on the ground, unconscious."

He paused, observing Wang Hongtai's reaction, then continued: "According to our preliminary investigation, it seems that your son, Wang Hao, and the owner of the Nightlife Bar conspired to set a trap, gathering a group of thugs. Originally, they intended to teach a certain man a lesson, but unexpectedly, that man's fighting skills were quite good. As a result, it was your son who ended up being taught a lesson by that man instead. The three broken ribs Wang Hao has were caused by that man."

After hearing the police officer's explanation, a trace of embarrassment and anger flashed in Wang Hongtai's eyes.

He gritted his teeth and cursed: "That little brat! How many times have I warned him not to stir up trouble, but he just won't listen!" His face flushed red with anger, and he immediately asked, "Then what about the injury on his head? Who hit him?"

Sun Yizhong replied: "Uh, well, the injury on his head was actually caused by an ashtray, and the one who did it was your son's girlfriend…"

"What? His girlfriend?" Wang Hongtai's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief: "Why would she hit my son with an ashtray?"

Sun Yizhong sighed and explained: "According to her statement, your son used some photos and videos on his phone to threaten her, forcing her to do some things she was unwilling to do. She wanted to take advantage of the moment your son was knocked down to secretly take the phone away, but unfortunately, she was discovered by your son. Your son threatened her, saying he would post those photos and videos online and ruin her reputation. The girl, in a moment of desperation, hit your son with an ashtray…"

"This, how is this possible?" Wang Hongtai could not accept this fact. He shook his head, his voice filled with a hint of trembling and disappointment: "I don't believe it. Although my son is a bit unruly, a bit of a playboy, and often hangs out with some unsavory people, he wouldn't be despicable and shameless to this extent, would he?"

"Sigh," Sun Yizhong sighed helplessly: "Mr. Wang, I know it's hard for you to accept this for the moment. However, we have already checked your son's phone, and what the girl said is all true. Furthermore, there is complete video footage from the scene as evidence, which also proves that the girl was not lying…"

"Damn it! That bastard!" Wang Hongtai punched the wall in anger, his voice filled with endless disappointment and rage: "A disgrace to the family, a disgrace to the family!"

Sun Yizhong stood to the side, smiling awkwardly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

He hesitated before advising: "Mr. Wang, why don't you go pay the fees first? I'll watch here for you, and I'll call you immediately if there is any news."

Wang Hongtai took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. He nodded: "Hmm, then thank you, Officer Sun. I'll go pay the fees now." As he spoke, he sighed heavily again, then turned and walked quickly toward the elevator.

…Meanwhile, on Shen Jianan's side, she had finished giving her statement. She explained the ins and outs, the cause and effect, of tonight's incident in detail to the person in charge at the Jingan Branch.