Chapter 201 The Risk Is Too High

With her voice trembling with tears, she cried out, "Everyone, be the judge! I came all this way to see my daughter-in-law at work and to show my concern for this event you organized, but she thinks I'm meddling! She thinks I'm in her way! My son isn't home, and she's bullying an old woman like this! Is there no justice in this world?!"

The crowd immediately stirred, and murmurs rose like a tidal wave, mixed with low gasps of surprise and uneasy speculation.

No one expected that the usually gentle and respected mother of Commander Fu would cause such a scene in public!

Some people frowned and shook their heads, some whispered to each other, and several staff members looked at each other, unsure of how to end the situation.

"Enough!"

Qiao Wanyin practically screamed, her voice so shrill it almost pierced eardrums. Her fingers trembled slightly, and tears welled in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "Mom, if you really cared about me, you wouldn't have made things so difficult for me during the most challenging time of my pregnancy! You wouldn't have made me drink those unknown, unidentified medicines every day! And you certainly wouldn't have followed me around like a supervisor, watching my every move at work! You interfere with everything I do, even my breathing has to be done your way!"

Song Yazhi was struck as if by lightning; she jolted violently, her face turned deathly pale, and she staggered backward, nearly falling.

Her eyes widened, her lips trembled, as if she wanted to refute, but she couldn't utter a single word.

The next second, she suddenly covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently, and her wailing was particularly jarring in the now quiet hall. "You...I...how could I have ended up with such a heartless daughter-in-law! I've worked so hard for this family, worried about you, and sacrificed so much for you, and you treat me like an enemy! What did I do wrong?!"

The scene was completely chaotic.

Some people wanted to help Song Yazhi up, some rushed towards Qiao Wanyin, and many more stood there, at a loss.

An awkward, shocked, and oppressive silence filled the air.

Qiao Wanyin felt a chill run down her spine, as if a cold wind was rushing up her head. Just as she was catching her breath, a tearing pain suddenly shot through her lower abdomen!

The pain came on suddenly and intensely, as if someone was violently churning inside her stomach with a knife.

She instinctively bent over, her hands tightly protecting her slightly protruding belly. Her knuckles turned white from the force, and cold sweat instantly seeped from her forehead and back, soaking the fabric of her shirt.

Her breathing became rapid and erratic, and she swayed precariously.

"Director Qiao!"

Li Sao, with her sharp eyes, was the first to notice something was wrong. She cried out in alarm and rushed forward, catching Qiao Wanyin who was about to collapse. "Oh my god! What's wrong? Hang in there! Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

The scene immediately erupted in chaos.

Those who were originally trying to persuade Song Yazhi immediately changed direction. Some dialed the emergency number, some ran to notify the medical staff, and some frantically surrounded her to ask about the situation.

Song Yazhi's crying stopped abruptly.

She stood frozen in place, tears still wet on her face, her gaze fixed on her pale-faced daughter-in-law curled up in a ball, her expression a complex mix of shock, panic, and a barely perceptible wavering.

Fang Wanyu stood on the periphery of the crowd, her hands clasped in front of her, quietly watching the scene unfold before her.

Her lips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly curving upwards, a fleeting arc as if merely an illusion of light and shadow.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

Dr. Liu rushed out of the medical area, waving his hands and shouting to the nurse beside him, "Prepare the stretcher! She might be showing signs of premature labor; she must be taken to the hospital immediately!"

Several nurses quickly pushed over a stretcher, their movements gentle yet efficient, and carefully lifted Qiao Wanyin onto it.

Her body was still twitching slightly, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even groan. She could only grip the metal edge of the stretcher tightly, her fingernails scraping against the metal with a faint sound.

Song Yazhi remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

The expression on his face, which had initially been one of shock and anger, gradually settled into a cold, stiff calm.

Her fingers curled slightly, and a hint of indescribable emotion flashed in her eyes, but she ultimately did not step forward.

The corridor of the military hospital was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, which made people's noses sting and their throats tighten.

At the end of the long corridor, the red light of the emergency room was on, and hurried footsteps, the ticking of instruments, and the doctor's deep instructions could be heard from the crack in the door.

Song Yazhi and Fang Wanyu sat side by side on plastic chairs on one side of the corridor, neither of them speaking.

A silence spread between the two, like an invisible layer of ice.

Only the hurried footsteps in the emergency room pounded on their nerves.

"Auntie, don't be too nervous."

Seeing that Song Yazhi's face was pale and her hands were gripping the chair armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white, Fang Wanyu hurriedly whispered to comfort her, "I think Sister Wanyin is usually in good health. She eats on time every day, takes walks regularly, and has a rosy complexion. There shouldn't be anything wrong. The doctor said it's just a preliminary sign, and she just needs to rest."

Song Yazhi stared blankly, as if she hadn't heard her words. Her gaze was fixed on the white wall in front of her, as if she wanted to see some kind of fate hint through the layer of whitewash.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. She seemed to have all her strength drained away, leaving only a cold worry flowing in her eyes.

Fang Wanyu blinked, looking at her mother-in-law's expression, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly understood something. Her voice unconsciously lowered even further, almost a whisper: "You mean... the child in your belly?"

Song Yazhi remained silent.

Her throat bobbed, as if she had swallowed a bitter pill, and her shoulders slumped slightly, but she did not answer.

That silence was heavier than any words, like a stone pressing on one's heart.

Just then, the emergency room door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," accompanied by a gust of cold wind rushing into the corridor.

A female doctor wearing a mask walked out quickly, her brow slightly furrowed, and she was holding a medical record in her hand.

Her gaze swept across the waiting area, and she asked in a clear and calm voice, "Who are the family members? Are Qiao Wanyin's family members here?"

“I am her mother-in-law.”

Song Yazhi immediately stood up, her movements so swift they were almost abrupt, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

She hurried to meet him, her voice filled with barely concealed urgency: "Doctor, how is she? Is the baby...is the baby alright?"

The doctor, with a serious expression, removed a corner of his mask and spoke in a calm yet unambiguous tone: "The patient has obvious signs of miscarriage. Although the bleeding is not heavy, the contractions are frequent. We have already performed emergency treatment to prevent miscarriage, administering progesterone and sedatives. Currently, the fetus is in stable condition. However..."

She paused, looking directly at Song Yazhi, "Her emotions are extremely unstable, and coupled with long-term malnutrition and severe physical exhaustion, she will have to stay in bed for at least two weeks and cannot get out of bed to walk around, otherwise the risk will be extremely high."

Song Yazhi's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and she let out a long-suppressed breath, asking in a low voice, "The baby...is it saved?"