An hour later, when Qin Hai emerged from the operating room, he found that the crowd that had packed the entrance was greatly reduced, replaced by many burly bodyguards.
These bodyguards had solemn expressions with sharp eyes, as if they were on high alert, guarding against something. Each one had a weapon fastened at their waist, creating an air of stringent vigilance.
Qin Hai instinctively felt something was off. Could something have happened?
Upon seeing Qin Hai come out, Zhao Pu quickly approached and asked, "Mr. Qin, how is my father doing?"
Zhao Pu's voice was radically different from before Qin Hai entered the operating room, extremely hoarse, and his eyes were red and swollen, his expression weary, as if he had just cried his heart out.
Qin Hai was taken aback. Zhao Tianlong wasn't dead yet, so why was this guy crying already? That seemed a bit too effeminate!
"Your father is out of danger now, he just needs to rest quietly for a while to recover."