After finishing her sentence, Li Qingqing swaggered away.

Zhong Yun'er was furious.

"Hey, how could you just leave like that, with such a clear conscience?"

No one responded to her.

Zhong Yun'er wanted to hit someone, and even more so, she wanted to curse someone. The words were about to spill out, but she couldn't be too lazy in front of Jiang Fu.

Duan Huaichuan was about to wake up. What if Jiang Fu told him something and gossiped before she got there? Wouldn't all her efforts be for nothing?

After several days of experiencing caregiving, Zhong Yun'er has become quite adept at handling some tasks.

Jiang Fu would turn around to look every now and then. She could only do her job diligently, and her face had already sagged from exhaustion these past two days.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with one hand. She had to turn Duan Huaichuan over every half hour, which was physically demanding.

She was so tired that she felt dizzy, but when she came over these past two days, she noticed that Li Qingqing's complexion was rosy and her skin had even improved.

Zhong Yun'er went into the washroom and, somewhat sullenly, threw the basin into the pool.

"It must be that bitch Li Qingqing who stole my life force and beauty!"

Now Li Qingqing has stuffed everything about Duan Huaichuan into her hands, and she runs away whenever she gets the chance. If it weren't for that bitch, she wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

She's been busy at the hospital these past few days, and she looks quite haggard.

Duan Huaichuan hasn't made a move yet. After giving him the medicine, Zhong Yun'er took the child back to the temporary accommodation arranged by the army to rest.

The baby in her arms remained silent, but kept wriggling. She hadn't breastfed the baby for half a day, and the baby was starving.

Zhong Yun'er sat on the sofa, picked up the biscuit next to her, took two bites, and said fiercely, "You two, father and son, are just here to collect debts. All you do is cry and cry. If you could make a sound, I would consider you a human being."

She dared not complain too loudly, because if the people coming and going outside heard her, it would inevitably affect her.

"You'd be better off not being born. You're just a burden. If I'd known you were crippled, I would have tried to get rid of you when I was pregnant. I didn't even manage to kill you after you were born. You're lucky to be alive, you little devil. You want to ruin my life? No way."

She only fed the child three times a day, the amount an adult would eat. The child looked thin and small, already congenitally weak. The tiny baby huddled in the swaddling clothes looked as frail as a kitten.

Zhong Yun'er lifted her clothes with a hint of disgust: "Eat up, eat up. I don't know how many more days you can eat. If you really die by then, don't bother me. I've done my best to raise you and nurse you back to health."

The baby had been hungry for most of the day and finally found breast milk by instinct, suckling it greedily.

The baby, who was still in the postpartum period, had a strong sucking ability, and before long, Zhong Yun'er felt a sharp pain in her chest.

She twisted the child's arm hard with one hand: "Do you want to die? You've bitten me until I bleed, how many times has this happened! If you don't want to eat, then go die."

Her nipples cracked repeatedly, and the pain in her body was already unbearable. Every time she breastfed her child, her nipples would be covered with a mixture of milk and blood.

When it came time to breastfeed the child, Zhong Yun'er couldn't help but feel fear.

But we can't let this child starve to death; he's under the spotlight now, with countless people watching.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, and her voice carried a hint of grievance.

"What are you looking at? You're a cripple, and you don't even know how to be considerate of others. How much suffering have I endured and how much blood have I shed for you? You don't even have the ability to grow into a healthy person, and you make me a laughingstock. Your short-lived father was also unlucky; he couldn't even leave behind a good heir before he died."