At eight thirty that morning, at Jinling Central Hospital's emergency room.
Two figures stood outside the emergency room doors.
One was a doctor in a white coat, while the other was a middle-aged man dressed in expensive clothes.
Both wore expressions of intense anxiety.
"Mr. Mo, please don't worry. With Elder Bai's skill, your son will surely be all right," Director Ma repeatedly reassured him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Truthfully, he had no confidence whatsoever. It wasn't that he doubted Bai Ren's medical skills, but when the man's son had arrived, nearly half the bones in his body had been broken, two-thirds of his spine had fractured, and his throat was covered in deep cuts, with his windpipe half severed.
With injuries this severe, even Elder Bai's Three-Part, Two-Entry Acupuncture Method could probably only keep him barely breathing. Saving his life was all but impossible.
Mo Xinao's expression was grim. Without saying anything, he took out his phone and called the hospital director. "Director Luo, get every renowned doctor in the hospital over here. If anything happens to my son here today, neither you nor your hospital will have any reason to remain in Jinling City."
With that, Mo Xinao hung up and stared fixedly at the emergency room, sweat coating both sides of his hands.
Beside him, Director Ma was too frightened to breathe loudly. Mo Xinao was the current head of the Mo Family, the foremost of Jinling City's four great families. He wielded terrifying power and influence. Apart from the mayor and his own father, almost no one could order him around.
If someone this powerful flew into a rage, a single word from him could send not just the hospital but all of Jinling City trembling.
If his son died in the hospital