Chapter 124 Retribution is Just That

Chen Meijuan's tears rolled down her cheeks in front of the camera, her curly hair sticking messily to her face.

“My son, Yu Liao, is the only son in three generations of our Yu family!” She patted her chest, her voice hoarse. “His father and I were ordinary workers in a textile factory. We scrimped and saved our whole lives just to send him to school…”

Chen Meijuan's eyes suddenly lit up with an alarming light. "He's been a bright and promising kid since he was little! He was the top scorer in the county's college entrance exam, got into Capital Medical University, and went on to work at the Provincial People's Hospital after graduation. Who in the neighborhood doesn't envy our Yu family for producing such a golden phoenix?"

At this point, her expression suddenly twisted: "But that Hao Zhelan..."

"She seemed quite sensible in college. Although she was an orphan, she had good grades."

Chen Meijuan was furious when she talked about Hao Zhelan. She thought Hao Zhelan was easy to manipulate back then, since she had no family to rely on and could bring the bride price back with her. Who would have thought...

"Who knew he would suddenly go crazy right before graduation! What's even more infuriating is my son..."

Chen Meijuan choked up, "He actually gave up a promising future at the People's Hospital and voluntarily transferred to that dilapidated mental hospital just to take care of that madman!"

The camera shakes violently, and you can hear her pounding her fist on the table: "Five years! A full five years! He only has eyes for that crazy woman, he's made us old folks lose all face!"

Lu Yao remained silent.

Hao Zhelan has gone mad, and it's all because of your son who keeps saying he loves her.

The woman on the other end of the screen was still crying, unaware that the "madwoman" she was talking about was a rising star in the medical field.

They should have traveled across the ocean to pursue their scientific research ideals.

It was your son who drugged her, put psychological pressure on her, drove her insane, and even removed her brain lobe, turning her into a useless person and forcing her to completely depend on him.

Lu Yao gently pressed the copper coin that was trembling restlessly on her fingertips.

Chen Meijuan gritted her teeth, "A month ago, my son said that the girl had recovered a bit and he wanted to marry her! I think he's really lost his mind! No matter how I tried to persuade him, I couldn't, and he brought that girl back from the hospital. I told him that the girl was unlucky and would bring bad luck to her family, and look what happened, it hasn't been long, and he's gone crazy himself."

After Yu Liao brought Hao Zhelan home, he was very satisfied with his life.

Every day after get off work, Hao Zhelan would run over barefoot and rub against his arm like a docile cat.

He stroked her soft hair, his gaze falling on the corner of the living room.

A colorful ball of yarn rolled to the ground; it was her toy.

What a perfect life.

There was no longer that medical genius who insisted on studying abroad, only Hao Zhelan who would rely on him and obey his every word.

Yu Liao even booked a wedding dress shop for next month.

He wanted everyone to see how this once dazzling woman now depended on him for support.

But Chen Meijuan could not tolerate it.

She still dreams of her son marrying a rich and beautiful woman.

In Chen Meijuan's mind, her son should at least be matched with the hospital director's daughter.

So, under the guise of helping Yu Liao prepare for his wedding, she went to Yu Liao's residence, intending to take advantage of Yu Liao's inattention and give Hao Zhelan a hard time.

It would be best to let Hao Zhelan go even crazier and be sent back to a mental hospital.

Until yesterday morning.

Chen Meijuan looked at the wall clock for the third time. It was 7:40. Yu Liao had never been still in bed at this time.

She knocked hard on the door, her knuckles tapping out a rapid rhythm.

"Ah Liao? We'll be late if we don't get up now!"

There was no response.

Chen Meijuan pushed open the door.

Yu Liao sat blankly in the middle of the messy bed, the morning light falling on his stiff back.

His suit was neatly hung behind the door, and his tie was ironed as always.

But those hands that once held a scalpel were now nervously tearing at the bedsheets, saliva dripping from the crooked corner of his mouth onto his front, leaving dark stains.

"Ah...A Liao?"

Chen Meijuan's call was stuck in her throat.

She saw Yu Liao slowly turn his head, his pupils unfocused, just like those of the patients he had treated.

Hao Zhelan remained obediently leaning on Yu Liao's shoulder.

They were oblivious to his unusual behavior.

On the bedside table, Hao Zhelan's favorite ball of yarn lay on the floor, wrapped with a silver needle that gleamed coldly.

"What a tragedy!" Chen Meijuan burst into tears in the live broadcast room, pounding her chest and stamping her feet in front of the camera, "I had to marry a fool, and I don't even know if this mental illness is contagious, my son has gone mad too!"

Chen Meijuan urgently called an ambulance and took Yu Liao to the hospital for examination.

The test results came back quickly.

A brain CT scan is displayed on a lightbox, showing an eerie shadow in the frontal lobe area.

The attending physician shook his head and handed over the diagnosis: "Sudden onset of organic mental disorder, poor prognosis."

The once spirited young doctor was now drooling blankly, his fingers twitching nervously.

Yu Liao has gone mad.

Chen Meijuan slumped down in the hospital corridor, clutching the diagnosis report tightly.

Hao Zhelan was also brought to the hospital by her, and sat there blankly, not knowing what had happened.

Chen Meijuan's fingernails dug deep into Hao Zhelan's pale skin, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.

Hao Zhelan did not react at all.

Chen Meijuan stared intently at her mentally challenged daughter-in-law, venting all her resentment on this body.

Just yesterday, Yu Liao was smiling and saying he wanted to eat her sweet and sour fish, how come he's changed his mind so quickly...?

She couldn't accept this sudden change.

The Fifth Mental Hospital sent Yu Liao's colleagues to visit him. Among them was a little girl who burst into tears as soon as she saw Yu Liao.

"Dr. Yu...how could this happen?"

This young girl is Zheng Wei.

Several doctors in white coats gathered around the hospital bed, repeatedly reviewing the examination reports, their brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

“That’s really strange,” the older expert said, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Organic lesions don’t usually develop so suddenly.”

"Yes, Dr. Yu was perfectly fine when he made his rounds yesterday," the head nurse muttered softly. "He even adjusted the medication dosage for bed 3, down to the last detail..."

Chen Meijuan rushed to the hospital bedside and wailed, "My son has always been healthy!"

Her gaze pierced Hao Zhelan, who was sitting blankly in the corner. "Ever since we brought this jinx home, even drinking cold water has been a struggle."

One of the interns blurted out, "Could it not be a disease, but some kind of evil magic?"

The ward fell silent.

The recent viral phenomenon of the metaphysical streamer "Qian Nian Gang Tong Wang" has forced even highly educated medical workers to confront certain supernatural phenomena.

Someone coughed and said in a low voice, "Director Yu's promotion is so fast, it's easy for people to be jealous..."

"If it really is an evil spell, then we must find the Millennium Master to resolve it. She is currently the most authoritative Taoist master on the entire internet!"

"Yes! Someone must be trying to harm my son!" Chen Meijuan's eyes lit up, and she gripped her phone tightly as if it were a lifeline. "I'm going to find that thousand-year-old master right now!"

Unbeknownst to anyone, a cold glint flashed in Hao Zhelan's cloudy eyes from the corner.

Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable.

The woman Yu Liao personally brought home was never a fiancée who could be manipulated at will.

Instead, they were enemies coming to collect debts.