Chapter 190: Only one can be selected.

This money isn't even enough for the most basic check-up fees.

Just when he was in dire straits, he saw Song Xiaomei standing at the edge of the crowd.

At that moment, his eyes lit up.

She is his wife.

More importantly, she recently took a sum of money from him!

He disregarded his appearance and staggered over.

Just as he was about to get close, Song Lei suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of Song Xiaomei.

He knew how shameless Zhang Kesheng was.

At this time, he must not be allowed to get close to Song Xiaomei.

Zhang Kesheng couldn't stop in time and staggered forward, almost crashing headfirst into the wall.

He managed to steady himself, but his foot slipped, and his knee hit the edge of the step.

But he ignored the pain and just stared intently at Song Lei.

This guy blocking my way, how dare he stop me from asking for money?

"Song Xiaomei, return the money I gave you that day! If you don't, I'll put your mother in jail!"

He was several meters away when his voice suddenly rose.

Quiet murmurs arose from the crowd of onlookers.

Some people frowned, and some shook their heads.

This blatant threat is chilling.

But Zhang Kesheng didn't care; he only cared about money.

Song Xiaomei suddenly gripped the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding faster.

She hadn't originally intended to kill them all.

She came to the hospital simply to see with her own eyes what had become of the man who had once made vows of eternal love to her.

She wanted to know if he still had a shred of conscience.

But to her utter surprise, Zhang Kesheng not only showed no remorse, but instead became even more ruthless.

They even threatened her with her family.

That faint trace of past affection instantly turned to dust under his vicious threats.

She finally understood that this person had completely lost his humanity.

Song Xiaomei slowly raised her head, her gaze calm.

"What money? I don't understand."

Even before coming to the hospital, Zou Qiuyue had warned her that Zhang Kesheng might resort to desperate measures.

They fabricated stories about her receiving money to extort money or to turn the tables on her.

She had already prepared herself mentally and knew how to deal with it.

When Zhang Kesheng saw that she was pretending to be stupid, his temper flared up instantly.

He had thought that a single threat would bring her to her knees, but she remained remarkably calm.

This made him feel a sense of anger at being belittled.

His temples were bulging with veins, his face turned from red to purple, and his chest heaved violently.

"Song Xiaomei! I'm giving you one last chance! Hand over the money, and we can part ways amicably!"

He practically yelled it out.

Song Xiaomei stared straight at him, her eyes never wavering.

She doesn't need to defend herself, because she stands on the side of facts and the law.

He was just a madman struggling in his death throes.

"We've long since run out of things to say to each other."

She finally spoke, her voice calm.

Zhang Kesheng realized that threats were ineffective, and in desperation, he had no choice but to resort to his last trump card.

False accusation.

He suddenly turned around and lunged at the police officers who were maintaining order.

"Officer! I'm reporting you! Zou Qiuyue is engaged in speculation and profiteering!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zou Qiuyue was furious.

She was trembling with anger, pointing her finger at Zhang Kesheng and roaring.

"You're making baseless accusations! Show me the evidence if you dare!"

The police were only there to maintain order.

Unexpectedly, the situation escalated rapidly, from medical disputes to family conflicts, and then to mutual accusations and public verbal abuse.

They were caught in the middle, torn between two options.

The corridor was already narrow, and now it was completely blocked by the crowd.

The nurses couldn't even push the medicine cart through, so the patients had to take a detour.

If it keeps making this noise, how will the patient get any sleep?

"Yang Xiaohong, take her away! She is suspected of attempted intentional injury, and a case should be filed according to the criminal law!"

The policeman's voice was cold and hard as iron.

While reading out the rights and obligations, the handcuffs were snapped onto Yang Xiaohong's wrists.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the scene without daring to utter a word.

She killed a newborn child; the nature of her actions was extremely heinous.

The nurses stood by, clapping their hands as they watched.

Some even covered their mouths, their eyes reddening, afraid they would burst into tears.

It was a kind of grief and indignation that welled up from the bottom of my heart, an indictment of the evil in human nature.

Everyone says even tigers don't eat their cubs, but Yang Xiaohong is worse than an animal!

If Song Xiaomei hadn't rushed over and caught the child, he would probably be dead by now.

After the police officer finished speaking, he turned to face the dean.

"Dean Lou, could you please arrange for a nurse to come with us to the police station to give a statement?"

His tone was formal.

“This involves a criminal case, and we must secure the evidence as soon as possible.”

Dean Lou nodded.

"No problem, the hospital will do its best."

His expression was solemn as he scanned everyone present.

"Let's take hair samples from these two people first, and I'll have them sent over for testing today. We will not allow anyone to interfere with the judicial process."

"However, I need to make this clear beforehand..."

Finally, he stared at Zhang Kesheng, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Regardless of whose result it is, you will have to pay for the testing yourself."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kesheng immediately exploded.

"What do you mean, you old fool?! I'm a patient's family member! How dare your hospital take my money?!"

Dean Lou smirked.

"The literal meaning. You're not illiterate, can't you understand something like this?"

He slowly took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with his white coat, his movements unhurried.

"Testing costs money, sampling requires manpower, and sending samples for testing involves procedures. Which of these doesn't cost money? Do you think this is a charity gala?"

"Sure!"

Zhang Kesheng said through gritted teeth.

"If it turns out that the child isn't ours, your hospital can just wait to go out of business! I want to see how you explain this to the whole town!"

Dean Lou lowered his head silently, his expression complex.

Suddenly, the police's voice rang out again.

"Zhang Kesheng, and your mother, please cooperate with us and come with us now."

After speaking, he turned to face Song Xiaomei and the others, his tone softening slightly.

"You all come along too."

Upon hearing this, Shen Cuifen's heart clenched.

She almost rushed forward and tightly grasped the hands of Zou Qiuyue and Song Xiaomei.

"Sister Mingyue, Xiaomei, don't be afraid... don't be afraid! I'll go with you, I won't leave your side for a moment!"

Zou Qiuyue shook her head with a forced smile, her voice firm.

"Cuifen, don't go with him. Zhongshun is still in bed and needs someone to take care of him. If you leave, who will look after him? This won't be long. Once we've explained the situation, we'll definitely come back to find you as soon as possible, okay?"

Shen Cuifendo wished she could give birth to two versions of herself.

One stayed behind to guard Shen Zhongshun's bedside.

The other one chased after them and accompanied Zou Qiuya and the others to the police station.

But reality is cruel and heartless; she is all alone and can only make one choice.

Zhong Shun's body had not yet fully stabilized.

The doctor repeatedly warned me not to be stimulated.

If he wakes up and finds her gone, he might panic, and the consequences could be disastrous.

So she had no choice but to stay in the hospital.

These past two days have felt like time has been stretched out countless times.

Zhou Wenjuan and Lu Zhongping seemed to have vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

The doubts in her mind grew heavier and heavier, making it hard for her to breathe.

Saturday morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Shen Cuifen quietly asked a woman in the same ward to help look after the IV drip.

They said they were going to the office to complete the discharge procedures.

The woman readily agreed and even patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.