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Nurses had already rushed over at the sound, trying to stop him.

Shi Pingchuan could not be bothered wasting time on them. He easily shook off the two nurses and backed out into the corridor again.

"Ding Xueyang!" he shouted down the entire hallway. "Do you know what you're doing? You hid it from me—from your husband, from the child's father—and came here alone to get an abortion? Who gave you the right to do that, huh? Ding Xueyang! Ding Xueyang!! Come out!"

Shi Pingchuan shoved open the doors to the rooms one by one. He heard his own roar echoing through the hallway. In a place where even normal conversation had to be kept low, he was wreaking havoc without restraint.

A strange force welled up in his chest, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Perhaps this was fatherly love—true fatherly love, great and mighty, born from a man's intense connection to his own bloodline. He felt as though that unborn boy were somewhere nearby, alive and real, crying to him and begging for help. He had to save him before they killed him. He had to save him, or it would be like dying once himself. He had to save him, as if saving an immortal projection of himself.

"Sir, please calm down—"

"Don't touch me!" The veins bulged on Shi Pingchuan's forehead as his gaze passed over the security guard toward the nurses' station. "Where's your supervisor? Get your supervisor out here! I want to know who gave your hospital the right to do something so inhumane! My wife is pregnant, her hormones have messed with her head, so she's not thinking clearly. Are you people not thinking clearly either? You dare help her induce labor without the child's father present? Whoever dares perform this operation