The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Shen Chonglu held the cold, thin body tightly in his arms and waited for a long time, but he still did not hear the response he expected.

His heart clenched suddenly, and he hurriedly released his arms and looked down. He saw that Song Yunqi's eyes were closed and her breathing was steady.

During this period of intense emotional fluctuations, coupled with the exhaustion from running around, the young man's nerves had long been stretched to the limit. After confirming that the danger had been completely over, he finally relaxed due to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Chonglu breathed a sigh of relief, gently picked up the person, carefully laid him down on the relatively clean examination bed, and pulled a sterile blanket over Song Yunqi so that he could rest well.

After doing all this, Shen Chonglu turned around, his dark eyes falling on the trash can in the corner.

His hands, trembling, hung by his trouser seams. He took off his gloves and walked step by step toward the dirty plastic bucket. He half-squatted down and began to rummage through the residue and medical waste inside.

There's nothing there...

After searching through the wastebasket in the corner, I didn't find what I was looking for.

As if unwilling to give up, he got up and went to the other trash cans behind the door and in the corridor, enduring the pungent fishy smell, and continued to search aimlessly.

The old doctor, standing in the corner, turned ashen-faced with fright. He huddled against the wall, stammering and afraid to move. Seeing this god-like man frantically rummaging through all the trash cans, he finally couldn't help but stammer as he stepped forward to ask:

"Sir, what...what are you looking for?"

Shen Chonglu paused in his rummaging, then slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with hatred and coldness that could almost pierce a person.

When I rushed in, it was this old man with a syringe approaching Song Yunxi, and it must have been him who performed the surgery on Song Yunxi.

Lu Jinci's previous words were like knives, piercing his heart.

"child."

Shen Chonglu gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and filled with bone-chilling hatred: "Where did you throw the child?"

"Such a dignified and proud person, yet you stripped him naked and forced him to have an abortion. How desperate he must have been at that moment..."

The old doctor was so terrified by his cannibalistic appearance that his legs trembled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, waving his hands and repeatedly pleading for justice:

"No, Mr. Shen! I didn't have surgery!"

He pointed to the shards of glass on the ground, sweating profusely with anxiety:

"That was just a regular anesthetic! I hadn't even had a chance to administer it before you rushed in and started shooting! I hadn't even picked up a scalpel yet, and the baby was still safely inside this gentleman's belly!!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chonglu froze on the spot.

These words were like a thunderclap in my ears, leaving my mind blank.

His legs suddenly gave way, and his tall body almost fell over. Shen Chonglu quickly grabbed the old iron table next to him and collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had left him. His hands trembled as he gripped the table, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

"Really……"

Shen Chonglu's eyes reddened as he looked up at the doctor, his voice filled with disbelief: "The baby... is still here?"

The old doctor nodded repeatedly, answering truthfully, "It really is still there!"

"To be honest, this child is really lucky. The mother was in such a bad state, and she was exposed to the elements and had emotional fluctuations, yet she was still able to sit up peacefully."

Having confirmed this answer, all the despair and violence that had been building up in Shen Chonglu's heart vanished at that moment.

He didn't know how to express his overwhelming joy. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and tears streamed down his face through his fingers. He let out a suppressed sob.

After a while, he wiped away his tears, got up somewhat dejectedly, and hurriedly walked to the examination bed where Song Yunqi was lying.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, wiped the dirt off his hands with his clothes, and carefully brought his head close, pressing his ear against Song Yunqi's flat, warm abdomen.

The fetus, which was more than two months old, had not yet moved at all. Through the skin and flesh, he could hear nothing except Song Yunqi's faint heartbeat and intestinal rumbling.

But Shen Chonglu was like a curious child who had just received a rare toy. He moved his head and listened carefully to different parts of his abdomen with his ears.

As he listened, he sniffed and muttered something under his breath, sounding a little nervous:

"Baby...baby...baby, hello, I'm your dad."

"I'm so sorry... Daddy's late, I'm so sorry your daddy had to suffer..."

Shen Chonglu raised his face, his rough hand gently resting on Song Yunqi's lower abdomen. Tears streamed down his face, but a slight smile played on his lips as he looked at the sleeping young man and murmured softly:

"I never expected Yunxi to keep you here... Your daddy loves you very much. After you are born, we will be very, very happy..."

The man remained kneeling, pressing his ear against the young man's warm abdomen, repeating those slightly childish whispers over and over again.

The fetus naturally did not respond, and Song Yunqi, who was in a deep sleep, only slightly frowned, her breathing even and tired.

The sky outside the window remained overcast, and faint sounds of gunfire and shouts could be heard from the depths of the dense forest.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

At Shen Chonglu's instruction, the doctor also gave Song Yunqi an injection of nutrition to maintain her basic functions.

With a high fever but unable to take medicine, Shen Chonglu brought ice water, soaked a towel in it, and patiently and gently wiped the young man's body to lower his temperature. He changed the ice water basin after basin until Song Yunqi's temperature showed signs of decreasing.

About an hour later, the remaining gunfire completely subsided into silence.

The heavy, muffled thud of military boots echoed outside the door as several mercenary captains, their bodies stained with gunpowder and blood, strode into the clinic.

They wanted to report the battle situation to Young Master Shen immediately, but as soon as they stepped across the threshold, they were met with this scene.

The ruthless and decisive heir of the Shen family, who was always cold and violent, was now kneeling without any dignity beside the filthy examination bed, like a helpless young boy, muttering to himself with his ear pressed against the stomach of an unconscious man.

The surrounding atmosphere was sweet and beautiful.

The mercenaries who entered stopped in their tracks, their tall figures halting on the spot, and even their breathing became much lighter.

They looked at each other, neither daring to step forward and break the eerie yet heartwarming scene.

It wasn't until Shen Chonglu noticed the shadow behind him that he slowly raised his head.

He withdrew his hand from Song Yunqi's lower abdomen, then tucked the sterile blanket around her before standing up and turning around.

Seeing his subordinate's hesitant expression, Shen Chonglu broke the silence in a calm voice:

"How's it going outside?"

The captain snapped out of his daze, immediately straightened his back, saluted, and reported to his superior in a deep voice:

"Reporting to Young Master Shen, all the armed personnel who stubbornly resisted in the park have been completely cleared out, and the core area is completely under control. There were no survivors."

"Um."

Shen Chonglu gave a cold reply, his gaze passing over the shoulders of the group and landing on the corpse lying in a pool of blood not far away.

That was Lu Jinci.

Although the man had already stopped breathing, his wide-open eyes still held a deep sense of astonishment and resentment.

Shen Chonglu's brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes revealed undisguised disgust.

This beast dared to use those disgusting words and moral blackmail to pierce Yunqi's heart even before he died. Letting him die so easily is too good for him.

"Drag his body to the doorway."

Shen Chonglu withdrew his gaze, his voice chillingly cold: "And all those people outside who were shot dead for resisting, gather them all in the open space by the entrance."

Although the captain was somewhat puzzled, he immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"

Before long, several mercenaries wrapped Lu Jinci's body in a waterproof tarp and piled it up in the middle of the muddy ground outside the clinic, along with a dozen other corpses, like dragging dead dogs.

Shen Chonglu stepped out of the clinic.

A fierce battle had just taken place outside, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

He stood expressionless on the steps, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and the sparks flickered between his fingertips.

Even after all this time, he still doesn't really smoke.

But it seems I'm slowly getting used to it.

"Pile up some dry firewood and discarded tires."

Shen Chonglu exhaled a puff of white smoke, his tone completely calm: "Pour on gasoline and set it on fire."

"Yes, ma'am."

The mercenaries moved with lightning speed, piling up the debris in the blink of an eye, dousing it with gasoline, and setting it on fire.

"boom!"

A burst of intense flame suddenly erupted.

A raging fire instantly erupted from the ground, engulfing the villains who had committed numerous atrocities along the border. The crackling sound of exploding firewood, accompanied by a strong smell of burning, spread through the air.

Lu Jinci's body gradually twisted and carbonized in the raging fire, turning into a pile of dirty ashes.

Shen Chonglu stood atop the steps, looking down at the raging fire, and the gloom in his eyes finally dissipated somewhat.

He turned around and went back inside.

Inside the consultation room, Song Yunqi was still sleeping peacefully, her breathing deep and even.