Chapter 229 I am his wife

The nurse went in and out several times, the hem of her white coat scraping against the ground with a slight rustling sound.

Each time, Qiao Wanyin would raise her eyes and look over with hope.

The only answer you'll ever get is: "They're still trying to save you; please be patient, family members."

Finally, Song Yazhi's emotions completely erupted.

She suddenly rushed out from the corner, took a few steps to Qiao Wanyin, her thin fingers almost poking her nose, spittle flying as she hysterically roared, "It's all your fault! You're such a jinx! Ever since you stepped into our Fu family, Maidong hasn't had a single peaceful day! You're his nemesis! If you hadn't left, how could he have gotten into trouble!"

Qiao Wanyin remained seated, without even lifting her eyelids.

After a few seconds, she slowly raised her head and coldly glanced at Song Yazhi, her gaze as sharp as a knife and as deep as a cold pool.

She didn't argue or get angry; she simply turned her gaze away and looked back at the door under the red warning light.

The surrounding doctors and nurses all turned to look, some whispering among themselves, others shaking their heads and sighing, but no one dared to step forward to dissuade them.

Qiu Zishu could no longer hold back. She rushed forward, spread her arms, and stood in front of Qiao Wanyin, her voice clear and firm: "Aunt Song, you've gone too far! Sister Wanyin hasn't done anything wrong! Her relationship with Commander Fu is obvious to everyone, how can you wrong her like this?"

Am I wrong?

Song Yazhi's neck veins bulged, and her voice grew increasingly shrill, almost piercing eardrums, "If she hadn't insisted on going against Xiaoju and constantly causing conflict, would Maidong have been distracted? Would he have been emotionally unstable? Would he have received such a dangerous mission? This is retribution! She brought this retribution!"

Qiao Wanyin finally stood up slowly, her movements steady but without a trace of emotion.

She stared directly at her mother-in-law's distorted face, her eyes dark and deep, like an abyss in the dead of night, and said, word by word, "Mai Dong was wounded while carrying out a national mission. The bullet came from the enemy, not from home. He suffered a gunshot wound, not an air wound. What does this have to do with these trivial family matters?"

"How can it be nothing!"

Song Yazhi slapped her thigh hard, then pounded her chest, wailing and crying, "You're a jinx! Look at your face, so cold, not a smile on your face, where's the fortune in that? You're a jinx to your husband, your children, and your whole family! What debt did our Fu family owe to attract such a jinx like you? Heaven is so unfair!"

"Mom, don't worry."

While gently comforting the agitated Song Yazhi, Fang Xiaoju carefully helped her to sit down on a bench by the corridor.

Her tone carried a hint of worry and pleading, fearing that Song Yazhi might harm her health due to excessive emotional fluctuations.

After speaking, she slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on Qiao Wanyin, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Sister Wanyin, I know you're not feeling well right now either, but Mom was just too worried about Maidong and lost her composure, speaking without thinking. Can't you take a step back and give in a little? At least don't make things worse right now."

Qiao Wanyin stared at her coldly, a mocking smile playing on her lips, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Fang Xiaoju, it's none of your business to interrupt."

Her voice was as cold as ice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "What right do you have to stand here and lecture me? What right do you have to judge right and wrong in this matter?"

"You—" Fang Xiaoju was speechless for a moment, her chest heaving violently, her face turning bright red, and her eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and anger.

"I... I just wanted to mediate the fight and didn't want things to get worse... I was trying to help, how did that become meddling?"

"Kindness?"

Qiu Zishu suddenly spoke with a cold laugh. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an extremely strong sense of oppression, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around him.

"So when you secretly drugged Wan Yin's tea and used that insidious method to frame her when she wasn't looking, were you also doing it under the guise of 'good intentions'? Also, when you threatened to harm the child in Wan Yin's womb and said she could never have another child in her life—didn't you say those things? Should I play the recording on my phone again in public so everyone can hear clearly who the treacherous person really is?"

Upon hearing this, the entire corridor seemed to be put on pause.

The nurses who were walking back and forth stopped in their tracks, their medical record folders hovering in mid-air, and stared wide-eyed at them.

Some people covered their mouths, others whispered among themselves; the air was thick with shock and disbelief.

Fang Xiaoju's face turned from red to white in an instant, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She instinctively took a half step back, her fingers digging tightly into her palms, her eyes darting around in a panic, as if she dared not face the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd.

Even Song Yazhi, who had been furious, was stunned at this moment.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only stand there stiffly, unable to utter a single word.

In the deathly silence, the heavy metal door of the operating room suddenly made a soft "click" and slowly pushed open to both sides.

Immediately afterwards, the surgeon came out.

He took off his mask, which was stained with a little blood, and his face was full of fatigue and weariness.

His gaze swept over the anxiously waiting group, and he said in a deep voice, "The patient's vital signs are currently stable, and he is temporarily out of danger, but he still needs to be observed in the intensive care unit for two days to prevent complications. We successfully removed the shrapnel; it was located quite deep, but fortunately, it did not damage any vital organs. The fracture in his left leg has been corrected by reduction and immobilized with a cast. He suffered a minor head injury, but thankfully, the brain CT scan did not show any signs of bleeding."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Wanyin's extremely tense nerves finally relaxed.

Her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Just as she was about to fall, Qiu Zishu reacted quickly, grabbing her tightly and supporting her body with his arm.

"Doctor, when will my son wake up?"

Song Yazhi immediately stepped forward, her voice so urgent it was almost distorted, her eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

The doctor glanced at her and replied calmly, "She will wake up naturally after the anesthesia wears off, and should regain consciousness within about two hours. However, the patient has just undergone major surgery and needs quiet rest. Only one family member can come in to accompany her."

Song Yazhi replied without hesitation, "I'm his mother, I'm his biological mother! Of course I should go in and guard him! Is there even a question?"

The doctor nodded in understanding, then turned to look at Qiao Wanyin, who was still leaning against Qiu Zishu, and asked softly, "Madam, may I ask who you are...?"

"I am his wife."

Qiao Wanyin raised her head, her voice, though not loud, was exceptionally clear and firm, each word pronounced with great force, as if she wanted to use these words to declare her unshakeable identity and rights.