Hua Ling was desperate!
You could see it in her eyes—pure panic! She didn't want Hua Ming Rong to make that call. Not at all!
But she was helpless.
Frozen.
Her father's hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
"No! Dad, wait!!" she screamed.
Her voice was too high. Too frantic. Too wild.
But Hua Ming Rong didn't stop!
He dialed swiftly—cold fingers, cold heart.
The phone rang.
Once...
Twice...
Three times...
Then—click!
The call connected.
Dr. Zhang, on the other side, blinked in confusion.
He hadn't expected this.
Not from Hua Ming Rong.
The man had dumped his daughter here like some forgotten package a year ago. And while he occasionally called to check in... he'd never sounded like he cared.
But this time felt different.
"Dr. Zhang!" Hua Ming Rong barked, his voice tight. "I want to ask about my daughter. How is she doing?!"
The doctor flipped through the patient files on his desk, hurriedly scanning the names.
Hua Jing.
