"The person who hit me and forced me to be hospitalized is your friend, do you admit it?"

"So what?" Lu Manyue held the money and stared at Zhou Ruhua with a defensive look on her face.

"Doctor Wang gave the wrong medicine and the wrong injection, which caused Wei Dingbang to fall into a coma and was rescued. Others have compensated for nutrition expenses. Shouldn't I also compensate for your friend's injury?

She said she had no money and had to go home to get some. I saw that she came with you, and I let her go, thinking that with your guarantee, she wouldn't be able to run away.

As a result, she never came back. Since you have such a good relationship with her, why don't you pay the money for her?

I don't want to bother two people for one thing, so I don't want much, just give me a hundred first." Zhou Ruhua spoke softly, looking weak, but when he opened his mouth, it was bigger than a lion's.

This is an attempt to get the ninety yuan back and even ask Lu Manyue to pay ten yuan out of the blue.

"Isn't she your friend? You're willing to go through fire and water for your friend. But she just wants you to pay some money first. You're not unwilling to pay her even this little money, are you?" Zhou Ruhua learned and put it into practice, using these words to control Lu Manyue.

“I have only heard of a son paying off his father’s debts, but I have never heard of a friend paying off a friend’s debts.

She hit you and you want compensation. She will definitely not deny it within a reasonable range." Lu Manyue's expression was indifferent, and she emphasized the word "reasonable" deliberately.

Zhou Ruhua naturally understood her hint and almost immediately began to refute: "I think it's reasonable for me to ask for a hundred yuan."

"I don't want you to think that I was just about to ask the doctor how serious your injury is and how much the medical expenses will be.

Once I have confirmed it clearly, I will inform my friend of the amount of compensation required, and she will discuss it with you in person. Not a penny less will be given to you.

It's useless to think about it no matter how hard you try.

Besides, I have left you 32 yuan. Now a main dish in a state-owned restaurant only costs two yuan. It is enough for you and Wei Dingbang to stay in the hospital for ten days.

We will discuss other expenses once a final decision is made.”

Zhou Ruhua turned around and walked away with a pale face. After entering the bathroom, he took off his pants, took out a small knife, gritted his teeth, and slashed his buttocks hard.

There was originally only a shallow cut on the wound, but after two days of treatment, it has begun to grow towards the middle and is about to form a scar.

Zhou Ruhua gritted his teeth and cut the blade again, this time a little harder.

She was in so much pain that her vision went dark. She barely managed to avoid falling down by holding onto the wall with one hand.

After hiding the knife, she put on her clothes and walked out tremblingly.

Blood flowed down her trouser legs and the ground was covered with blood.

Just then, someone came to the toilet, and Zhou Ruhua rushed in front of that person, rolled his eyes and fell directly towards that person.

The man subconsciously supported her, then saw the blood all over the floor and immediately screamed in fright.

"Someone's dead! Someone come quickly!"

Everyone who heard the scream ran over and hurriedly carried Zhou Ruhua to the emergency center.

Lu Manyue carried the freshly cooked millet porridge and took a detour to the emergency center on her way back to the inpatient department.

She had just walked into the doctor's office and started asking about Zhou Ruhua's injuries. Before the doctor could answer, the sound of hurried running was heard outside.

A group of people ran in carrying the bloody Zhou Ruhua, shouting loudly, "Doctor, doctor, please save him."

Lu Manyue frowned as she looked at Zhou Ruhua's pants soaked in blood, her eyebrows twitching violently.

It was fine before, but suddenly the wound burst and started bleeding like this?

Why does it look so fake?

The doctor asked someone to carry Zhou Ruhua into the suture room quickly.

The door slammed shut.

Lu Manyue was standing at the door, chatting with the person who brought Zhou Ruhua here to pass the time.

More than twenty minutes later, the door slowly opened and the doctor came out.

Several kindhearted people gathered around and asked the doctor, "She's not dead, is she? She bled so much, it's scary."

"The bleeding has stopped and the wound has been re-sutured. As long as you take your medicine on time and stay in the hospital and take good care of yourself, you will be well in six or seven days," said the doctor.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said yes.

There are very few idle people in the hospital. Only when they see that a life is at stake will they put down what they are doing and carry the person to rescue. Once the person is rescued, they will naturally disperse.

The crowd dispersed, but Lu Manyue did not leave.

There was a hint of doubt in the doctor's eyes, and he didn't notice that Lu Manyue was standing in the corner.

"There have been two patients whose sutures broke and needed to be re-sutured. Today's sutures broke very neatly, which is different from the last time.

Is it true that there is a quality problem with the sutures, or was it an attack, where someone used a sharp weapon to cut the existing wound?"

Lu Manyue understood something.

"Doctor, you said that Zhou Ruhua's injury this time was caused by a sharp weapon?" Lu Manyue asked with a frown.

This is not a secret, but the doctor still didn't answer and looked at Lu Manyue with vigilance.

"I'm her cousin. I came to you before to ask about her injury. Look, I made a pot of millet porridge for her." Lu Manyue opened the lid of the lunch box.

The yellow millet porridge appeared, and the aroma was fragrant.

You can tell at first glance that it was made with care.

The doctor recalled carefully that the female comrade was indeed asking about Zhou Ruhua's injuries when she came in. The doctor's doubts were gone and he said, "Judging from the shape of the wounds, both times they were cut by a sharp weapon."

Lu Manyue had an idea in her mind.

Zhou Ruhua was sent back to the second floor of the inpatient department covered in blood.

Wei Dingbang just opened the door.

Zhou Ruhua started to cry as soon as she saw him, "Brother Wei... have you brought the millet porridge? I'm so hungry. Can you give me some of your millet porridge?"

Millet porridge, what millet porridge?

Wei Dingbang looked at Zhou Ruhua expressionlessly, "No."

"How could this happen? Your cousin clearly cooked such a big pot, you couldn't finish it by yourself, how come it's gone so quickly?" Zhou Ruhua looked at Wei Dingbang pitifully, and her stomach growled at the right moment.

"Cousin?" Wei Dingbang's eyes flashed with doubt, "How did Qin Ning know that I was hospitalized here?"

"Brother Wei, your cousin was in the hospital yesterday. You were getting an IV drip in the front, and she was accompanying someone else in the back. I even mentioned her to you, but didn't you tell her to get lost?" Zhou Ruhua was a little surprised. Why did Wei Dingbang seem to have forgotten about this?

"Yesterday?" Wei Dingbang tried to recall it, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head.

He didn't remember how he came to the hospital yesterday. His mind was still in a daze. He just felt a little bit of feeling when he was given anesthesia. His hallucinations and auditory hallucinations became even worse.

He vaguely heard someone talking to him. The person was too close to him and his breath made his neck itchy, so he shouted "Get out".

Not long after that, he lost consciousness again.

What Zhou Ruhua was talking about should be what happened during the period when his consciousness was confused.