I listened to my sister's words today.

The medical staff quietly left the ward, but still said, "Master, the hospital's equipment is still a little behind ours."

Jiang Ling just nodded and said nothing.

When the door closed gently, the ward fell silent again, leaving only the regular sounds of the monitor and the shallow breathing.

Jiang Ling stood quietly beside the bed, bent down to carefully observe the little girl's pale face, and reached out to gently push aside the messy hair on her forehead.

Luo's mother stood at the end of the corridor, slid down against the wall, and cried softly but heartbreakingly.

She never thought that one day, her incompetence and negligence would make her lose the qualification to be a mother for the second time.

"I'm sorry, it's all Mom's fault..." she murmured, clutching her sleeves tightly with both hands.

"It was me... who destroyed everything with my own hands."

Luo's mother choked and covered her face.

At this moment, light footsteps were heard from the end of the corridor.

She looked up and saw Father Luo walking towards her, his face also pale.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but no one spoke.

Finally, Father Luo sighed softly, squatted down, took his wife into his arms, and patted her back gently.

"Now is not the time to blame yourself."

Luo's mother closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face again, but she couldn't say anything.

Jiang Ling was still guarding the ward.

Sitting by the bed, she gently held the little one's hand in her palm.

The hand was too small and too light, like a fragile feather that would break with the slightest force.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the back of the little hand.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Jiang Ling raised his head and looked towards the door, frowning slightly.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and it was Yun's father and Luo's mother.

They stood at the door, looking a little uneasy, as if the threshold of this ward was an insurmountable chasm.

"Boss Jiang..." Luo's mother hesitated and spoke with a choked voice, "We..."

"If it's those things, then there's no need."

Jiang Ling interrupted her with a cold tone.

"An apology is meaningless to her. What she needs is security and a future, not unnecessary guilt."

Luo's mother's face turned pale instantly. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Father Luo gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "But... no matter what, she is our child after all."

"She is indeed your child, but ask yourselves - have you truly fulfilled your responsibilities?"

Jiang Ling's voice was still calm, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing directly into their hearts.

Luo's mother lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Father Luo was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Boss Jiang, no matter what you think of us, please give us another chance."

Jiang Ling did not answer immediately.

She stood up and glanced coldly at the two people in front of her.

"Opportunities are not something you ask for, they are something you strive for. If you want to prove that you are worthy of this family love, then take action."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the little guy on the bed, and the coldness in his eyes was gradually replaced by tenderness.

"You still need to rest. Leave."

Luo's mother wanted to say something, but was stopped by Luo's father.

Shaking their heads, the two finally turned around and left silently, leaving only the heavy footsteps gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

As soon as the two walked out of the hospital gate, Yun's father's cell phone rang, as if it couldn't wait to break the silence at this moment.

"Sir, not long after you left, a group of people came and claimed to be Mr. Jiang's men."

"Take away all those doctors who have seen the young lady!"

Father Yun simply replied, "I understand."

Then he hung up the phone without hesitation.

The hand holding the phone hung at his side, and even extra movement seemed unnecessary.

He turned his head to look at his wife who was staggering in front of him. Her steps seemed to be stepping on cotton, and her body was shaky and she could hardly hold on.

Those lifeless eyes were so hollow that it was heartbreaking. Father Yun's heart suddenly sank.

In a trance, I seemed to have returned to many years ago, to the days when the child was lost.

At that time, she was like a walking corpse, confused and dazed every day. She couldn't even cry. She could only stare blankly at the ceiling, letting the tears slide silently down.

Just then, a sharp ambulance siren sounded in the distance, and Yun's father suddenly came back to his senses.

The two hurried back to the Yun family's gate, and what caught their eyes was an ambulance parked at the door. The back door of the car was open, and the anxious instructions of the nurses came from inside the car.

"Mom!" Yunmu shouted hoarsely and rushed over to hug the old lady.

Father Yun rushed to the ambulance, grabbed the doctor's sleeve with trembling hands, and asked in a low and hurried voice: "How is she?"

The doctor took off his mask and said with some comfort in his tone: "It's just a shock, it's nothing serious.

Just an hour ago, Mr. Yun spread out the documents in his hands on the table.

I have already checked the child's phone number thoroughly, and the whole story is gradually becoming clear in my mind.

Old Master Yun slammed the table so hard that the sound was like thunder, and the teacup almost fell off the corner of the table.

"This is too much!" Old Master Yun roared, his voice like a loud bell, echoing throughout the room.

He ignored the worried whisper of dissuasion from the old lady beside him, grabbed the phone, put on the coat that had been hung on the back of the chair, and strode out the door.

Mr. Yun's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step as rapid as a war drum.

When I pushed the door open, the car had already started, and the headlights pierced the darkness. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car disappeared into the night like an arrow.

The call went directly to a military camp on the outskirts of Beijing.

The platoon leader on duty answered the phone. When he heard the familiar and cold voice, the pen in his hand shook involuntarily, and then he stood up straight as if struck by an electric current.

It only took two seconds to react.

"Yes!" he almost shouted.

Then, he turned around and quickly sounded the alarm! The shrill alarm echoed throughout every corner of the barracks, shattering the silence of the night.

The military camp was suddenly like a tiger out of a cage. Soldiers in camouflage uniforms quickly lined up and marched as fast as the wind.

Their eyes were sharp, and the steel guns in their hands flashed coldly under the light.

Teams one and three, step out! The rest of you, return to your posts!

In less than five minutes, a military truck was started, the door slammed shut, and a team of soldiers climbed onto the car in a well-trained manner.

The convoy was like a long-dormant beast, roaring and heading towards its target, with its tires kicking up clouds of dust.

At the same time, someone called Mr. He.

The ringing of the telephone echoed in the He family's living room. He Yuchuan was about to pack up the documents, but he stopped because of the ringing.

He picked up the phone and just listened to two sentences when his expression suddenly changed: "What? Whose order? General Yun? Okay, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, his eyes became deep and his fingers clasped the back of the chair tightly.

After a moment, he suddenly stood up, picked up his coat neatly, and strode towards the door with a rare solemnity on his face.

Although he had no idea what Old Man Yun was up to, he knew very well that Old Man Yun was definitely not a reckless person.