Besides, you're never the one who made a mistake.

Fu Wenzhou's words stirred a ripple in Song Qingyou's calm heart.

Yes, she's never the one who did anything wrong, so why is she the one who has to bear the consequences?

Is this really fair?

Song Qingyou's biggest dream was to have a happy family and a healthy, vibrant life. Such a simple wish was so difficult to realize.

If she had never met Fu Wenzhou, her life might still be bleak, and she wasn't the one who caused it all.

So why does she keep trying to understand and tolerate Song Ning's actions? Song Ning is innocent, but isn't she innocent too?

Song Qingyou seemed to have suddenly figured things out, and what she had once held a grudge about seemed insignificant.

A breeze blew in through the window, carrying Song Qingyou's soft voice: "Okay, I understand."

Yun Nian and Fu Wenzhou didn't continue the conversation. Since Song Qingyou said she knew, it meant that she already had her own thoughts on the matter.

Yun Nian rested for two days, supposedly to relieve the fatigue of the journey. On the third day, he got up early and began to study the medical books left by his master.

It's too difficult to cure Song Qingyou's illness completely; for now, we can only keep her alive with medication. But if Master can cure Song Ning, he can cure Song Qingyou too.

Yun Nian was quite confident about this. He lived in the backyard of the villa and hadn't appeared for several days. Fu Wenzhou had people deliver his meals directly to him.

Song Qingyou had just come out of the villa. Today was the first time Yun Nian had treated her with acupuncture, and the effect was quite good. After the acupuncture, she felt that the burden on her heart was much lighter.

Fu Wenzhou accompanied her throughout the entire process, waiting until she finished before driving to Dingsheng.

Fu Bei's car was parked outside the door. Song Qingyou watched Fu Wenzhou's car leave before getting into her own car.

"Go to the hospital."

Song Qingyou didn't need to elaborate on which hospital it was.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Song Qingyou walked straight towards the top floor. Song Chen is now in a vegetative state and has been living in the VIP ward on the top floor of the hospital. He is well treated, except that he cannot wake up.

The accompanying doctor was reporting Song Chen's recent condition to Song Qingyou.

"Mr. Song's condition remains the same as before; he shows no signs of waking up, but his vital signs are stable. However, I'm afraid..."

The doctor seemed hesitant to speak, and Song Qingyou asked, "Afraid of what?"

The doctor said, "The chances of Mr. Song waking up are too small. He will probably be bedridden and in a vegetative state for the rest of his life."

Song Qingyou had expected this result, but she didn't expect the doctor to be so responsible.

She comforted him softly, "Life and death are predestined. If he doesn't wake up, that's his own fate. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I didn't come here to pursue these matters. I just came to see my brother."

In front of outsiders, Song Qingyou always appears as aloof, gentle, and dignified.

The doctor, unsuspecting, helped her open the door to the ward: "Please go in first. You can come to me if you have any questions."

Song Qingyou said softly, "Okay, thank you, doctor."

Song Qingyou turned and walked into the ward. Fu Bei closed the door for her from the outside and waited for her at the door.

Song Qingyou's gaze swept around the room before landing on the man lying on the hospital bed.

Only three months had passed, but Song Chen had clearly lost a lot of weight. Song Qingyou went over and slowed down the IV drip of nutrients.

There was a book on the desk. She picked it up casually, sat down beside Song Chen's bed, and turned to a page.

It's a magazine that contains an interview with Song Chen.

Song Qingyou flipped through the book aimlessly for a while, then closed it and put it aside: "Song Chen, long time no see. I heard that people still have their five senses even after they become a vegetable. How about I tell you some good news?"

Song Qingyou said, "Song Yuan is dead, and Song Wei, Song Shi, and your stepmother are all in prison. Now I am your only relative, the one who can sign to give up your right to life. Tell me, should I sign that do-not-treat consent form?"

She spoke very slowly, as if deliberately tormenting Song Chen.

"Then you can only die, brother."

Song Chen lay on the bed with his eyes closed, unresponsive.

Song Qingyou suddenly felt bored, so she reached out and pulled a strand of hair from the end of his hair and put it in a sealed bag. Then she stood up, took two steps, and suddenly stopped.

She glanced back at Song Chen, and a slow smile curved her lips.

Song Qingyou reached out and stopped the IV drip next to Song Chen's bed. She stood calmly by his side and watched the blood flow back into his hand. The machine beeped. After watching for a few seconds, she bent down and pressed the call button.

Then he turned and left without looking back.

A large group of doctors and nurses rushed into the ward to perform emergency CPR on Song Chen.

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Bei remained expressionless, following behind Song Qingyou at a safe distance until they left the hospital.

The paternity test needs to be done at another private hospital.

They offer expedited service; the results will be available in two hours.

Song Qingyou sat quietly on a chair in the hospital corridor, her face calm and her eyes revealing no emotion.

Fu Bei stood by his side, like an emotionless robot.

Not far away, a doctor walked towards them with a document in his hand.

"Ms. Song, the results are in."

Song Qingyou took the document, said thank you, but did not open it immediately.

Even after sitting in the car, Song Qingyou had no intention of opening the package to take a look.

She remained silent the whole way, and even after arriving at Yalin Villa, Song Qingyou still didn't say a word.

Yun Nian stood at the door and, seeing Song Qingyou go in, couldn't help but whisper to Fu Bei, "What were the results? What were the test results?"

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