
Two cars were seen entering a hospital courtyard. When the cars stopped in front of the entrance, some people came out with panicked looks. A woman in a hijab and looks pregnant shows a look of anxiety and panic.
Pak Yai, Bu Nyai, Nurul, Asma, Amel, Broto, Umar and Afza entered the hospital together. Their entourage made the visitors and employees of this hospital look a little sneering.
Understandably, this is a private hospital owned by the Hong family. This hospital is not reserved for most of the general population. It was only used to care for the closest relation of the Hong family.
So, the majority of visitors and workers here are not used to seeing the faces of the natives who just entered this hospital.
“Where is a patient named Munding in the care?” broto asked towards the receptionist who was on duty at his place.
The mother was a little surprised to hear Broto's tone. But looking at his posture and tone of voice, Ma'am knew that Broto must not be a civilian. He quickly looked towards the patient's book and searched for a patient by the name of Munding.
It should be easy, because it is a common name. It must look striking among a series of names written with mandarin letters. But strangely, he couldn't find it.
“Sorry sir, we did not find a patient named Munding in our inpatient book. Maybe you are wrong at the hospital,” replied the Mbak politely and there was a little bit of fear there.
Soon, several well-built men in black safari suits walked up to them. They were seen putting on a fierce and arrogant face as they walked to the reception desk.
Two people who seemed to be the leader of the Security team approached Broto and regretted it.
“Sorry sir, this is the Hong family private hospital facility. We don't know which unit you are from, but please respect us and don't make a fuss in this place. This is the hospital sir, not a place of hurrah,” said one of them.
“I know what you mean. But I got word that my family is being treated here. That's why we all came looking here. Pak Yai, please call again adek lift Mr. Yai,” said Broto.
Mr. Yai nodded his head and tried to call Aisah. It did not take long, the call was lifted and Mr. Yai said that they had arrived at the Hospital but according to the receptionist there was no patient named Munding at this place.
The sound of an object being hit from across the phone and the sound of a girl complaining in pain, Aisah soon replies that her student will pick them up to the receptionist.
Mr. Yai turned off his phone and told his entourage that soon his adoptive students would pick him up. The two people who were the leaders of the security team looked at each other and only smiled knots.
“Who is the one who will come? With the influence of the Hong family, no one would dare to mess around here!” that's more or less the content of their heads both.
Not until two minutes later, a beautiful Chinese woman came out of the elevator next to the reception desk and half ran towards Pak Yai's entourage. He got to the front of the group with a breath of breath.
“Ahmad Hambali?” asked Cynthia towards Pak Yai's entourage.
Mr. Yai hesitantly pointed to his own face because he felt that he did not know the girl.
Suddenly, the beautiful girl immediately approached and held Mr. Yai's right hand and she kissed him, “Uncle Master, I'm Cynthia, Cynthia told Master to pick you up here. Forgive Cynthia, Cynthia forgot to include the name Munding into this hospital's patient list.”
Ha's?
Chinese Girl? Uncle Master? Forgot to put Munding's name on the patient list? In a hospital like this?
This girl is definitely not a random person if she can enter Munding into a patient at this hospital, even without passing the patient registration procedure normally. Some people from Pak Yai's entourage thought that way.
While the security team and hospital employees who had witnessed the drama in front of them felt cold sweat begin to flow on their backs. They must know who the beautiful girl who just came.
It was Cynthia Hong. The strongest candidate who will be the successor of the Hong family's top leader.
In the Hong family, ability is valued more than gender or wealth. And they were as good at understanding as this beautiful girl named Cynthia Hong. He was one of the elite personnel of the Hong family that even the director of this hospital would have to bow his head respectfully.
“What are you two doing there? Help them carry their things. We go to the Private ward,” Cynthia orders towards the two Security chiefs who are still in place.
Mr. Yai and the others may not know about this hospital. But the security team and all the hospital employees who heard Cynthia's orders immediately shuddered in horror.
For the Hong family relations and colleagues, they used VIP and VVIP outpatient rooms, there were only those two classes. While the Private nursery that Cynthia mentioned earlier, was only reserved for internal members of the Hong family. Although not every member of the Hong family was entitled to use the room.
That was why they were so shocked when they heard Cynthia tell them to go into the room.
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Nurul cried as she hugged Munding's body.
Everyone in this room looks sad. They thought that Munding was seriously injured but never thought that Munding would be in his current condition.
They knew that Munding was a fighter. Being injured in a fight is natural. Killed in the field of battle is also one of the common risks and is still a reasonableness.
But these?
Munding is in a state between life and death.
Amel hugged his Papa and cried incessantly. Asma hugged Bu Nyai and cried nonstop as well.
If it is like this, is there an opportunity for their feelings to get a reply from Munding? While Munding himself lay unconscious on his bed and will not know when he will regain consciousness.
But of all, of course Nurul is the most sad. Inside her stomach was now their baby-to-be. The baby they were looking forward to together. And now, Nurul does not know if Munding will be able to see his baby born into the world and grow into an adult.
“Masssss...” Nurul groans on the sidelines of her sobs.
Only the sound of subtle breath coming out of Munding's nose was the answer to Nurul's sorrowful groan.