Yang Qingheng didn't think much of it. Anyway, she and Song Hengjue would be taking turns keeping watch at the hospital for the next few days, so they wouldn't run into each other since they were sharing a room. Besides, it would save them a lot of money.

"You, Yang Qingheng, you have money to spend on others, but you can't even spare the money to treat your own father's illness!" Gao Xiao'e rushed over, grabbed Yang Qingheng's arm, and scolded her loudly.

Yang Qingheng winced in pain. Song Hengjue frowned and pulled Gao Xiao'e away, saying, "Didn't you see you hurt her?"

His voice was deep and cold, and his eyes seemed to be able to pierce ice, making him extremely chilling.

Gao Xiao'e was startled, her hair standing on end.

Realizing his mistake too late, he felt ashamed and knelt down on the ground, wiping away tears as he cried out in despair, "This is outrageous! This is inhuman! You are all bullying me!"

The wailing sounded particularly jarring in the quiet guesthouse, drawing the attention of passersby, who stopped to watch, and even those inside the rooms couldn't resist peeking out.

Seeing that there was an audience, Gao Xiao'e sang even more enthusiastically: "Everyone, come and see! This is my ungrateful daughter. Her father is dying, and she absolutely refuses to donate a kidney to him. It's been so long, and she hasn't even been to the hospital. I've emptied my savings, and she still won't give me a single penny. She's given all the money to these outsiders..."

The most unbearable thing for people to hear is tragedy, especially since some of the characters are older and have daughters and sons, making it easy to see themselves in the characters' shoes.

Unable to hold back her accusations, she said, "Your parents raised you for so many years, taking care of you every step of the way, and now that you're married, you don't care about your family anymore. You're not even human."

"That's outrageous! I don't want to live in the same place as someone like that!"

Everyone started making a ruckus.

Seeing this situation, the receptionist was also at a loss. Unable to withstand the pressure, she looked at Yang Qingheng and said, "There are more guesthouses than just ours in this city. Why don't you take your family to another guesthouse?"

Yang Qingheng shook her head, staring down at Gao Xiao'e on the ground, her eyes overflowing with mockery.

"Mom, what are you saying? My mother-in-law just had surgery today and borrowed money from all our relatives. How can I give you money now? Besides, didn't you force Hengjue to give you 800 yuan when we got married? Isn't that enough to treat Dad's illness?"

Upon hearing that it was eight hundred yuan, everyone realized that this old woman and her family were clearly selling their daughter!

Some people were jealous and criticized Gao Xiao'e on the ground: "This is what you shouldn't have done. Demanding so much dowry shows that you don't treat your daughter like a human being at all. If you had even a little consideration for her status in her husband's family, you shouldn't have done this."

Gao Xiao'e stiffened her neck and said matter-of-factly, "I'm just afraid she'll be cheated by a man, so I'm holding onto the money for her. If she has a baby or something, the money will just end up in her hands anyway."

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that they should indeed save some money for their daughter, so that they would have money to spare if anything happened in the future.

Yang Qingheng blinked and said, "Then Mom, you don't need to save the money for me. Just use it to pay for my medical treatment. If there's any left over, give me some too. My mother-in-law just had surgery and needs nutrition right now."

Song Hengjue added tacitly, "You just said you were saving it for Qingheng, you can't even do this small request, can you?"

Gao Xiao'e felt a chill run down her spine under the gazes of the crowd. She jumped up and charged at Yang Qingheng's face, her expression ferocious.

Yang Qingheng was shocked; in just a second, those hands were outstretched in front of her.

Song Hengjue's face was cold as he forcefully lifted Gao Xiao'e away, saying, "If you want to make a move today, I don't mind personally taking you to the police station."

Gao Xiao'e was furious and bared her teeth and claws.

Song Hengjue restrained her, then turned and glanced indifferently at the front desk: "Is she a guest of your guesthouse?"

"No." The receptionist paused for a moment, then shook her head.

The old lady insisted on getting a discount, but she refused. The old lady was about to leave, but she ended up provoking Yang Qingheng and her group, and now things are escalating.

Song Hengjue frowned: "They're not your customers, yet they're causing trouble here. Why don't you call security to throw them out? Why don't you call the police? If we get hurt because of you, can you take responsibility?"

The receptionist jumped up and immediately shouted into the distance, "Security! There's a troublemaker here! Come and kick him out!"

Gao Xiao'e was dumbfounded, not understanding why everyone suddenly started speaking up for Yang Qingheng.

He gritted his teeth, and when he saw that a security guard was actually running over, his face turned pale. He cursed Yang Qingheng a few times and ran away.

Yang Qingheng glanced coldly at her back, her attitude as indifferent as that of a stranger.

The strange feeling in Song Hengjue's heart grew stronger. He took the key and followed closely behind Yang Qingheng.

"I'll go to the hospital to keep watch tonight, and you can take over tomorrow morning." Yang Qingheng pushed open the door, took her clothes, and went into the bathroom.

The hospital's water supply decreases after a certain time, and sometimes it even stops altogether, so she plans to shower here first before going back, to avoid competing with other patients in the ward for a bathroom.

After a long silence from Song Hengjue, she turned her head and saw that the man's lips were pale and his face was weak, as if he was suppressing immense pain.

Yang Qingheng was startled and rushed over to support him: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts so much." Song Hengjue's voice was so weak that it sounded like he was about to faint.

Yang Qingheng was extremely worried. She helped him sit up on the bed, shook the thermos, and poured him a glass of water: "Song Hengjue, do you have a stomachache?"

Song Hengjue lay on the bed, his collar soaked with cold sweat and his lips pressed tightly together.

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