Someone so old, yet he just started hitting people without warning.
Yang Qingheng touched the slap mark on her face; it stung, and she was too angry to speak.
Having been scolded by a junior, Yao Cheng looked embarrassed and turned to Song Hengjue for help, hoping that he could say a few words to Yang Qingheng to give him a way out.
Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue only gave him a cold look and then said, "Qingheng is right, Uncle, you really should change your temper. It's only because she's generous. If you had met someone who was more calculating, you would have been in jail for a few days today."
Yao Cheng's embarrassment grew even more when his plea for help failed.
Li Qiqi watched from the side, feeling no pity for him at all; on the contrary, she thought Yang Qingheng hadn't scolded him enough.
Looking at her cousin's face, which was swollen bigger than a steamed bun, even she, the daughter-in-law, felt like cursing.
The operating room door opened, and Yang Qingheng rushed forward with a start, her heart pounding with anxiety.
Dr. Chang removed his mask: "The surgery was very successful. After a little more observation, he can be transferred to a regular ward. I will continue to follow up on his condition."
Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue beside her exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you so much for today," Yang Qingheng said, grasping Dr. Chang's hand with heartfelt gratitude. "I'm so sorry that you couldn't attend the exchange meeting."
Dr. Chang waved his hand: "What's more important than a conference? Patients."
After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I also have to thank you. My wife really likes the vase you sent, and she also really likes the flower tea you sent, as it's calming and soothing."
Yang Qingheng chuckled, "I'm glad you like it, Auntie. I'll make some new tea and send it to your family later."
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