Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

After an unknown amount of time, the light above the operating room finally turned off and switched to green.

Bo Yijin was the first to rush over, nearly tripping the doctor. Fortunately, the assistant beside him reacted quickly and steadied the doctor.

Startled by Bo Yijin's sudden movement, the doctor hadn't yet recovered when Bo Yijin grabbed his clothes, his eyes bloodshot, and demanded, "Where is she? How is An Qiao?"

The doctor was taken aback again by his frightening aura. "The… the surgery was temporarily successful, but the patient's injuries are severe. Everything depends on when she wakes up."

Bo Yijin's fingers trembled as he listened. Fear began to creep in—fear that something had happened to the young woman, fear that he would never see her again. This fear gradually evolved, transforming from worry into despair.

He heard the doctor say that the injuries were severe, and although the surgery was temporarily successful, if she didn't wake up…

The heart in his chest felt as if it had been crushed. Even at the age of ten, when everyone accused him, when Bo Rong broke two of his ribs, and he lay alone on the operating table, he had never felt such pain.

Seeing his dazed expression, the doctor sighed. At that moment, Su Tang was wheeled out of the operating room by a nurse.

The nurse said, "The patient is still under anesthesia. If she doesn't wake up within twelve hours, we will perform another surgery."

Bo Yijin looked at the young woman on the hospital bed. Her face was devoid of color, but her body was covered in blood. This sight made his blood rush to his head. He wished he could kill that mad dog, Bo Rong, on the spot.

The assistant followed his boss. Although his boss always appeared indifferent, over the years, he understood his ways too well. He felt that Bo Rong was truly sick. His boss had driven him to desperation several times, but still spared his life. Yet, Bo Rong didn't appreciate it and insisted on courting death.

"Boss, Miss An's milk hasn't been fed yet."

These words successfully brought Bo Yijin back to his senses. Yes, he still had An Qiao. If he killed Bo Rong, he wouldn't be able to stay by her side anymore. His An Qiao was so wonderful, and there were so many young men out there. How could he bear to let her go?

Seeing this, the assistant finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With such a big incident, reporters were once again alerted. Fortunately, the assistant had planned ahead and hired a group of bodyguards, practically surrounding the entire building. Now, let alone reporters, not even a fly could get in.

Su Tang was transferred to a VIP ward. During this time, Bo Yijin never left her side.

However, the commotion was too great, and Father An and Mother An eventually found out. As their only daughter, learning about her accident through the news caused them immense anxiety and anger. Especially when they tried to see their daughter and were stopped by the bodyguards outside, Father An was so furious that he immediately called for his own team of bodyguards.

When the assistant came to handle the situation, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The assistant apologized profusely, bowing deeply, but in the end, his boss was still beaten.

Father An was a sturdy man, but only sturdy. If Bo Yijin had intended to dodge or fight back, Father An wouldn't have been a match for him. However, he didn't dodge. Instead, he stood there and let him hit him.

Bo Yijin hadn't left the ward for three days. The once spirited actor now had a scruffy beard and bloodshot eyes, looking both disheveled and pitiful.

His An Qiao had already undergone a second surgery. If she didn't wake up again, she might never wake up.

Father An beat him, but he didn't want to kill him. After all, after the beating, he could see that the other man truly cared for his daughter.

But what good was caring if it weren't for him, his daughter wouldn't have been in this situation.

"Get out!"

Bo Yijin, whose eyes had been vacant, seemed to be stung, a sharp glint flashing through them. "Impossible."

That single word, "impossible," made Father An's face turn livid. "I think you're looking for death!"

Su Tang's consciousness was awakened by the noise beside her ear. However, as her awareness returned, a dull ache pulsed through her head. Then, the pain spread throughout her body. She felt as if there wasn't a single part of her that wasn't hurting.

In a daze, the voices beside her ear grew louder, as if people were fighting. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. Worried about Bo Yijin, she forced her eyes open.

She saw a white ceiling, the faint smell of disinfectant filling her nose. So, she had been sent to the hospital?

Her mind began to clear. She opened her mouth, realizing the sound she made was barely audible.

Father An and Bo Yijin were fighting, or rather, it was a one-sided beating. The assistant didn't dare to intervene. Seeing her finally awake, he jumped up in excitement.

"Miss An is awake!"

At these words, Father An immediately stopped. Mother An also rushed over. However, their daughter was grown up now, and belonged to someone else. Her first words were actually concerned for someone else.

"Bo Yijin."

Father An glared, fuming. "At a time like this, who cares about him!"

Su Tang thought, That's my mission, my life, my only chance to go back. How can I not care about him?

The anxiety in the young woman's eyes was too obvious. Although Father An was angry, he was relieved that she had woken up.

Bo Yijin hadn't eaten properly for three days. Even an iron constitution couldn't withstand such torment. Coupled with the beating from Father An, he felt dizzy. But hearing that the young woman had woken up, he immediately rushed over.

Su Tang stared at the face that was too close, magnified excessively, and was momentarily stunned.

No, don't hit the face! Wait, you're the male lead! Who dares to hit you like this?!

"What happened to your face?"

The young woman's voice was weak, but Bo Yijin's eyes reddened. He gripped her hand tightly, tears finally streaming down his face. "An An, you scared me to death."

Su Tang stared at him for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, I'm fine."

Bo Yijin held her hand, his eyes no longer vacant but filled with joy. His voice was hoarse, and the tears wouldn't stop. He looked utterly pitiful.

"An An, don't ever do this again. I won't allow it. I'd rather it was me who got hurt."

Su Tang had never seen Bo Yijin so vulnerable and pitiful. Her heart softened instantly. "What happened to your face?"

Bo Yijin paused, then mumbled, "It's nothing serious. It'll be fine in a few days. How about you? Do you feel any discomfort? I'll go get the doctor." He tried to stand up.

Su Tang held his hand, preventing him from leaving, and looked at him silently.

Finally, Father An couldn't stand it anymore. His daughter hadn't even looked at him since she woke up. Father An felt a pang of hurt.

"I hit him."

Su Tang, who had been preoccupied with her mission, finally noticed that Father An's eyes were also red, and Mother An's eyes were swollen.

"Dad."

Father An said angrily, "He didn't protect you!"

Su Tang became anxious, protectively saying, "But Dad, you hit the person I protected with my life. It hurts me."

Father An felt even more hurt, saying directly, "My daughter's grown up, she doesn't want her dad anymore… doesn't want her dad anymore…"

Bo Yijin, on the other hand, with his bruised and swollen face, was as happy as a fool.

This was his An Qiao, the An Qiao who cherished him with her life. It was wonderful. Finally, he was also cherished by someone.

"Ding, blackening value decreased by 70%, current blackening index 20%."

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