VIP ward of a private hospital in City A.
"The needle was inserted."
The door of the ward was pushed open, and a nurse in white walked in quietly, just in time to meet Su Wanyu's calm and clear eyes.
The nurse was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head to open the syringe, hung up the water skillfully, and held the needle to prepare to give Su Wanyu an injection.
Su Wanyu attempted suicide but failed. She was in the hospital for several days and only woke up today. Everyone in the hospital breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, if something happened to the Su family's daughter in their hospital, they would all be held responsible.
Therefore, whether it is a nurse or a doctor, they are all extremely concerned about Su Wanyu's condition.
Su Wanyu blinked and looked down at the needle in her hand. Suddenly, the screams of the girl named Ziwei in the black square box she had just seen flashed through her mind.
Her pupils shrank, and she asked in a soft tone, carefully, "Are you Madam Rong?"
The nurse paused and looked at Su Wanyu in confusion: "What?"
"Don't prick me, I'll be obedient."
Su Wanyu looked at the needle in her hand with fear. When the nurse reached out again to hold her hand, she shook her head quickly, and her watery eyes were covered with mist.
She was once a princess, but she had never seen such a cruel punishment.
She hadn't expected that after reviving herself in the body of Su Wanyu, who shared the same name as her, she would wake up to experience this...
What she fears most is pain...
The nurse was completely shocked and immediately opened the door and called the doctor over: "Doctor, come quickly, Miss Su is a little bit abnormal!"
There's more than just something wrong.
The entire City A knows that Su Wanyu, the daughter of the Su family, is arrogant and domineering, and acts arbitrarily. She has relied on her status to do many heinous things.
And just now, this little bully who no one dared to offend actually begged for mercy because of a needle?
This is too outrageous.
Three or four doctors rushed over quickly, did some examinations, and found that there was no major problem. They could only write a few big words on the diagnosis - intermittent amnesia.
It's just suicide, how can it hurt the brain?
This is so magical...
"Quick, notify Mr. Song."
The attending physician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and immediately asked someone to call Song Jihuai.
Song Jihuai also arrived quickly.
In less than twenty minutes, a man in a black suit, mixed with a little chill from outside, pushed open the door of the ward and appeared in front of Su Wanyu.
His eyebrows were stern and his expression was indifferent. When he looked down at her, there was a hint of darkness in his eyes, as if he was impatient.
Su Wanyu blinked and looked up at him.
"Husband?"
She called out cautiously.
Song Jihuai frowned, his deep eyes dark and bottomless.
"What are you playing again?"
"Aren't you my husband?"
Su Wanyu flexed her fingers. She remembered this man. In the original owner's memory, this man was her husband, and a newly married husband.
She was a little annoyed. There were some gaps in her memory. Some parts were particularly clear, while others were blurry, making her wonder if she had made a mistake about the man's identity.
Song Jihuai casually picked up the medical record next to him, glanced at it, and his gaze stopped at the last few words "intermittent amnesia". His overly handsome fingers pinched the thin medical record and slapped it on the table again.
"Oh, amnesia?"
He glanced at Su Wanyu's cautious and uneasy expression, and his eyes fell on the thick gauze on her wrist. She took advantage of his business trip to cut her wrist and commit suicide in order to force him to agree to a divorce.
So, now this is another script?
"Su Wanyu, divorce is impossible unless I die."
Su Wanyu was stunned and shook her head quickly: "No divorce."
She knew that divorce was amicable.
But a divorced woman has nowhere to go, and she absolutely cannot let Song Jihuai divorce her.
Song Jihuai paused.
Her expression was sincere and her movements were quick, as if the answer came out of her mouth without even thinking. If he hadn't known about her previous commotion, he might have actually believed her lies.
Perhaps his expression was too cold, which scared Su Wanyu. Su Wanyu bit her lip, stretched out her fair little hand, grabbed Song Jihuai's sleeve, and shook it gently.
"Husband, it hurts."
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