"You knew this poison would corrode Yan Xi's hands, so why did you do it?" Shen Muxun, who was usually gentle and never argued with anyone and was obsessed with medicine, rarely lost his temper and questioned Song Zhiyu with a flushed face.

Song Zhiyu shrugged indifferently, gently rubbing her wrist which had been pinched painfully by Shen Yanxi. "This is just a small lesson. I'm already being merciful by only taking half of his hand. If he dares to lay a hand on me again, I'll cripple him."

Shen Muxun looked at Song Zhiyu with disappointment, "A doctor should have a compassionate heart, not someone who can harm people at will. A person like you is not worthy of being called a doctor."

Undeniably, he didn't like Song Zhiyu, his suddenly appearing younger sister.

However, Song Zhiyu is also a doctor, and his medical skills are quite good.

Even though she had done so many wrong things and hurt so many people, he still held a glimmer of hope for Song Zhiyu, hoping that she could turn back in time and not make the same mistake again.

But clearly, Song Zhiyu did not realize her mistake, and even went so far as to harm others.

Just because Yan Xi accidentally pinched her, she wanted to cripple Yan Xi's hand. How vicious!

Doctors shouldn't be like this.

Seeing the disappointment in Shen Muxun's eyes, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but find it amusing.

In this world, the person least qualified to call himself a doctor is Shen Muxun.

"The doctors you speak of should be benevolent and compassionate, dedicated to saving lives. I am not a good doctor, and neither are you," Song Zhiyu sneered, mercilessly exposing Shen Muxun's hypocritical facade.

"Shen Muxun, you are more hypocritical and disgusting to me than the others. You keep claiming to be a benevolent doctor, but you watched helplessly as Shen Mingyi and Shen Yanxi brought poisonous insects to kill me, and even aided and abetted them."

If I didn't know medicine, I would have died long ago from their wicked schemes. You didn't see the harm they did to me, but when I fought back, you harshly criticized me. Your double standards are blatant. Do you even deserve to be called a doctor? Do you even deserve to yell at me?

Having lived two lives, Song Zhiyu has completely seen through Shen Muxun's true colors.

Hypocritical, selfish, and stubborn.

In his past life, Shen Muxun didn't realize his own limitations and insisted on treating the prince's son despite her advice, almost killing him in the end.

If it weren't for her heroic efforts, he would have long since perished under the prince's blade.

Yet this very person she treated with such sincerity betrayed her without hesitation. Using the medical skills she had taught him to treat his heart ailment, he personally extracted her heart's blood to cure Shen Jinshu's illness.

Afterwards, he looked guilty and helpless, begging for her forgiveness and claiming that he had been forced into it.

He clearly had other, better ways to cure Shen Jinshu's heart ailment, yet he chose the cruelest method for her. How ridiculous!

Shen Yanxi at least made his dislike for her public and made no attempt to hide it.

As for Shen Muxun, he tries to have his cake and eat it too, and he never forgets to show off his benevolence as a doctor, which is really disgusting.

Song Zhiyu's three consecutive questions left Shen Muxun speechless. The poisonous insect incident had tormented him, and all the color had drained from his face.

Seeing that Shen Muxun was speechless after being scolded by her, Song Zhiyu turned her attention to Shen Yanxi and retorted.

"And you, Shen Yanxi. You know perfectly well why you and Shen Jinshu were thrown out of Yushang Pavilion. If you hadn't made things difficult for me first, we wouldn't have ended up in this mess and lost all face."

I didn't want to bother with you, but you insisted on provoking me, so don't blame me for being ruthless.

"Even if I made things difficult for you first, you weren't thrown out of Yushang Pavilion, were you?" Shen Yanxi didn't take it to heart. He felt that Song Zhiyu hadn't been hurt and shouldn't dwell on the matter.

Song Zhiyu brushed the dust off her clothes and returned to him word for word what Shen Yanxi had said earlier, "Your hand isn't broken yet, so why are you yelling at me?"

In terms of how to conduct yourself, you still have a lot to learn from Shen Jinshu—to repay evil with good.

“You…” Shen Yanxi was so angry at Song Zhiyu that he jumped up and down, but for some reason, he felt that her words sounded somewhat familiar.

These were the words he had used to criticize Song Zhiyu. Shen Yanxi's face turned pale and then red, a truly fascinating sight.

Shen Mingyi pulled Song Zhiyu behind him, squinted at her, and questioned, "Song Zhiyu, what is your relationship with Yun Xi of Yushang Pavilion? Why is she helping you so much?"

"Do you know that it was Yushang Pavilion that took away all the embroiderers from our clothing workshop in the east of the city, causing our business to plummet? Could you have been involved in this?"

"If you're not as skilled as others, you're not as skilled. Why try to save face?" Song Zhiyu smiled. The best place she found for the embroiderers in the clothing workshop was Yushang Pavilion.

Not only did it not cut off their livelihood, it also thoroughly annoyed Shen Mingyi. Isn't that a win-win situation?

Moreover, even without those embroiderers, Shen Mingyi's skills wouldn't be enough to defeat Yushang Pavilion.

Shen Mingyi understood Song Zhiyu's unspoken meaning, and his expression turned ugly. "The Marquis's mansion has fallen, and you will not gain any benefit from it. By doing this, you are courting your own destruction."

"No need for Young Master Shen to worry. Even if the Marquis's mansion perishes, I will not perish. You should spend your time worrying about your own clothing workshop." Song Zhiyu felt that there was no point in saying more. In the end, they would just repeat the same few words of criticism against her, and she was tired of hearing them.

At this moment, Shen Yuzhou, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, but his words were still so self-righteous: "Zhiyu, you and Yanxi were both wrong about what happened today."

"I don't care about Yan Xi, but Shu'er's eyes are swollen from crying because of this. You should apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness."

He considered himself fair and gave both men equal blame, without favoring either side.

Therefore, Song Zhiyu should be content.

"Why should I apologize?" Ling Wushuang lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, standing in front of Song Zhiyu and protecting her firmly behind her.

She heard the whole story clearly from the carriage and couldn't help but want to slap them a few times to vent her anger for Zhiyu.

Shen Yuzhou had seen Ling Wushuang before, so he naturally recognized her appearance. "Ling Wushuang, what are you doing here?"

His slightly probing gaze swept over the two of them, unable to understand how Song Zhiyu could have gotten involved with Ling Wushuang.

"Of course I escorted our savior from the Duke of Ling's mansion back to her home, but I never expected her to be living such a life in the Marquis's mansion."

"The family traditions of the Marquis's mansion have truly broadened my horizons." Ling Wushuang glanced disdainfully at the four brothers, invoking the name of the Duke's mansion to support Song Zhiyu.

Only then did the group notice the magnificent carriage behind Song Zhiyu, and they frowned in surprise. "Our savior?"

Shen Yuzhou seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Song Zhiyu with disbelief. His cold eyes were filled with resentment and hurt, which puzzled Song Zhiyu.