Pushing open the ward door and walking in, Song Yueying wasn't surprised to see Dr. Zhao there. She greeted him as she entered, "Dr. Zhao is here too!"

"He's back." Dr. Zhao smiled professionally. "The nurse told me his wound was bleeding, so I came to check on him."

Standing beside the cabinet, Song Yueying nodded without suspicion and said, "Thank you, Dr. Zhao."

And then... and then that was the end of it.

Dr. Zhao looked at Song Yueying, puzzled by her calm reaction.

Although he said that Qi Yanjue's bleeding wound was an excuse, she should at least have shown some concern! She should at least have asked if the bleeding had stopped.

But she didn't ask; she just stood next to the cabinet, lost in thought.

Dr. Zhao glanced at Qi Yanjue. He deliberately asked Song Yueying, "Aren't you in the ward taking care of the patient? Where did you go?"

Song Yueying looked up at Dr. Zhao and replied with a smile, "I went out to join in the fun. A foreigner came to the hospital and was mistaken for a spy, and they even wanted to beat him up."

"Foreigners and Chinese people look so different, how could they possibly come to China to be spies? But those people insist that he is a spy, don't you think?"

"Not funny," were Qi Yanjue and Dr. Zhao's true feelings at that moment.

Both men were sensible; at this time, the presence of foreigners openly in China was unlikely to be foreign spies, but rather technical engineers that the country had hired at great expense from abroad.

The silence between the two did not dampen Song Yueying's enthusiasm to share. She continued, "The foreigner was so scared that he cried out to God for help, gesturing and saying that he meant no harm."

“Those people mistakenly thought the foreigners were cursing them, and their gestures indicated they wanted to fight them.”

Qi Yanjue and Dr. Zhao were shocked, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.

She said the foreigner was so frightened that he cried out to God for help, gesturing to show that he meant no harm, which meant she understood the foreign language.

How could a child who grew up in the mountains possibly understand a foreign language?

To avoid Song Yueying realizing they knew each other, Qi Yanjue and Dr. Zhao didn't exchange glances.

The two men looked at Song Yueying with complex emotions, including wariness, suspicion, and curiosity.

Song Yueying was indeed unaware that the two knew each other, but she subtly observed their reactions. Indeed, she deliberately revealed her foreign language skills in front of Qi Yanjue and Dr. Zhao.

She pretended not to have noticed anything and recounted what had happened in the foreigners' ward.

Finally, I reminded Dr. Zhao, "Oh, by the way, the one who was jumping the loudest was a nurse in your hospital. Dr. Zhao, I suggest your hospital investigate that nurse."

"Her behavior is very abnormal."

Concealing the complex emotions in his eyes, Dr. Zhao nodded, "I will pass on your suggestion to the hospital leadership."

"Hmm." Song Yueying responded softly, not caring whether he was just giving her a perfunctory answer. She was only reminding him; whether he went to the hospital leadership to explain the situation was none of her business.

Dr. Zhao, unaware of Song Yueying's thoughts, instructed her, "His injuries are severe; the ward cannot be left unattended. Also, when you help him up, try not to touch his wounds."

"Didn't you say he needed to lie down and recover? Why did I help him up?" Song Yueying asked, puzzled.

“Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes. You are his family member, so it is only right that you take care of him,” Dr. Zhao said.

"Who said I'm his family member? I'm not his family member." Song Yueying denied it; this point had to be made clear. Asking her to take care of Qi Yanjue? What a joke!

Qi Yanjue took the knife for her, so it's only right that he extorts her for medical expenses.

Don't even think about her taking care of him.

"You're not his family member!" Dr. Zhao was shocked when she denied it.

"No." Song Yueying denied it without even thinking.

Dr. Zhao was taken aback by Song Yueying's straightforward denial. He turned to look at Qi Yanjue, who hadn't uttered a single word since Song Yueying entered the ward.

"She said she's not your family member?" Dr. Zhao asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Qi Yanjue responded. Song Yueying had already denied it before, so there was nothing surprising about it.

Seeing Qi Yanjue so calm, Dr. Zhao guessed that their divorce might go smoothly.

Remembering Song Yueying's suicidal tantrums and her insistence on marrying Qi Yanjue, Dr. Zhao couldn't believe that Song Yueying would truly be willing to divorce Qi Yanjue.

Therefore, he decided to test Song Yueying, "Even if you are not his family member, you were the one who brought him to the hospital. As the saying goes, if you're going to do a good deed, you should do it to the end."

"The responsibility of taking care of him is now in your hands."

"Why should I?" Song Yueying protested.

"Just because you brought him to the hospital, you're kind-hearted and do good deeds," Dr. Zhao retorted, using Song Yueying's words to shut her up.

"No..." Song Yueying was so angry at Dr. Zhao's words that she laughed. "Are you two teaming up to extort me?"

"Extorting you! Who's extorting whom?" Dr. Zhao laughed in anger. Back then, Song Yueying was able to marry Qi Yanjue by extorting him.

After saying that, Dr. Zhao left angrily.

"No, what was his attitude?" Song Yueying really wanted to rush out and beat up Dr. Zhao. She turned around to confront Qi Yanjue, only to find him staring straight at her.

Song Yueying's brow twitched.

Seeing his face turn pale and then flushed, Song Yueying instinctively assumed he needed to use the restroom. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth, closed the ward door, and returned to stand by the bedside.

He took out a white pill and handed it to Qi Yanjue, saying, "Swallow it."

Seeing her sneaky look and glancing at the white pills in her hand, Qi Yanjue ignored her and frowned, asking, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Take this to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain quickly," Song Yueying urged.

The yellow pill I gave him in the alley could counteract various poisons. Although it could also stop bleeding and relieve pain, its effect wasn't as fast as the white pill.

How could a single pill possibly stop the bleeding and relieve the pain? Even imported medicines don't have such an effect. Qi Yanjue guessed that she must have been scammed by the person who sold her the pills.

"Where did you get the medicine?" Qi Yanjue asked, while secretly calculating in his mind.

First, find out from her where the person selling counterfeit medicine usually sells it. Then report it to the police and ask them to arrest the person selling counterfeit medicine.

Those who sell counterfeit drugs must be severely punished.

"I made it myself." Song Yueying found him long-winded and asked impatiently, "Are you going to take these pills or not? If you're not going to take them, I'll put them away."

The pills she made were effective but expensive. She only gave them to him because he was good-looking and because the wound on his arm was from taking a knife for her.

Another issue is that she doesn't want to take care of him, and she especially doesn't want to help him to the toilet.

She wouldn't sell her pills to ordinary people. He should be grateful that she's willing to give them to him for free.

Qi Yanjue was stunned; it turned out she was the one who sold fake medicine.

That's not accurate. The precise statement is that she was the one who made the counterfeit drugs. After all, she didn't sell the counterfeit drugs to anyone, so she can't be considered a seller of counterfeit drugs.