At the hospital.
Zhou Xiaoran stood to the side, noticing that the atmosphere was a bit off.
"What's wrong, brother?" Shen Zhi Qiu had just finished treating the wound on her neck by the nurse, and she turned to ask Rong Mo.
In fact, she had a rough idea of what had happened, since she had heard Gu Qingyan's voice intermittently while she was near Rong Mo, but it wasn't very clear.
"Gu Qingyan wants me to use the Rong family's influence to help her find Xiao Wanqing."
Rong Mo's face was ashen, and his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, making a cracking sound.
"Oh, I see." Shen Zhi Qiu's reaction was indifferent. She leaned down and instructed the nurse treating Rong Mo's wound to be careful and gentle.
"You're not angry?" Rong Mo looked at her aloof face, feeling both heartache and surprise.
"Don't be angry, brother." Shen Zhi Qiu straightened up, smiled faintly at him, and looked into Rong Mo's eyes, which shone like stars. She placed her hand naturally on Rong Mo's shoulder and said with a smile:
"Brother, I think we don't need to get upset over someone like that. It's not worth it."
Looking into Rong Mo's deep gaze, Shen Zhi Qiu continued softly, "Brother, all those things about him are in the past for me. I really don't care at all anymore, and I don't want to get angry or sad over what he did or said. There's no need. To me, he's a complete stranger."
The only connection is that he is the biological father of my child, and I also own a villa that he transferred to me.
That's all.
Shen Zhi Qiu smiled, her eyes crinkling, "But it's alright. Because I've figured it out, he doesn't care about the child at all, so he probably won't come to visit often."
As for the villa, I plan to sell it later at a suitable time to get the money. Since I won't be living in Nancheng anymore and can't rent it out, I might as well just sell it.
After saying that, Shen Zhi Qiu raised her eyebrows playfully, bent down and whispered in Rong Mo's ear, "Don't worry, brother. Before, when he proposed to transfer the villa to me, he thought I would arrogantly say no. But I won't, brother. I'm the kind of person who thinks of myself. I don't need to fight for this."
These words made Rong Mo laugh, and his anger dissipated considerably. He reached out and stroked Shen Zhi Qiu's hair, saying gently, "As long as you're alright, I'm relieved. To me, you're the most important person; nothing else matters."
"Hmm." Shen Zhi Qiu nodded with some emotion, looking at Rong Mo's wound, her brows furrowing with heartache.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Lu Jia rushed back, looking very anxious, with beads of sweat still on his face.
“You’re back just in time. Take Zhi Qiu out for a while and get some rest,” Rong Mo said to Lu Jia.
"Let's go." Lu Jia stepped forward, gently put his arm around Shen Zhi Qiu's shoulder, and softly persuaded her.
"The person who just took you hostage has been handed over to the police."
As soon as they stepped out the door, Lu Jia spoke to Shen Zhi Qiu.
Shen Zhi Qiu sighed, nodded, and then took out a tissue to wipe Lu Jia's sweat. "Is it really as he said?"
According to the police, when he reported the incident, the police took it very seriously and conducted a detailed investigation and evidence collection. There was no medical malpractice as he claimed.
He was driving when the accident happened. He crashed head-on into the overpass. Instinctively, he swerved sharply to the left, so the passenger side, where his wife was sitting, was hit. She lost consciousness immediately and was bleeding profusely.
A psychologist conducted a psychological assessment on him and said that although his actions were instinctive, he felt very guilty.
In addition, his wife's injuries were so severe that he was told before the surgery that even if she survived, she would be in a vegetative state, and that would be if he was lucky.
Even after he found out, he insisted on having the surgery, clinging to a sliver of hope that his wife would recover.
But the result...
Under multiple stimuli, he forgot everything that had happened before and only believed that it was caused by Dr. Li, who performed the surgery.
"Sigh." Shen Zhi Qiu sighed deeply, "His poor little daughter will live in the shadow for the rest of her life."
He used to have his father to watch him grow up, but now it seems his father will definitely be in jail for a while. "Lu Jia, how about..."
"Zhiqiu, don't be soft-hearted." Zhou Xiaoran, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, interrupting Shen Zhiqiu's next words. She said seriously, "I know you have a child now, so it's inevitable that you'll empathize with him when something like this happens. But if you forgive him too easily, he might do it again next time."
If Lu Jia hadn't hacked into the system and cut off the power, President Rong might have been seriously injured while trying to save you.
Dr. Li didn't do anything wrong; he was just the surgeon in charge of this operation. Next time, if he comes back and encounters Dr. Li again, Dr. Li might die at his hands.
Zhou Xiaoran's words instantly extinguished any lingering sympathy Shen Zhi Qiu felt. She nodded. Indeed, Dr. Li was lucky this time, but Rong Mo had also taken the blow and been injured. If Rong Mo hadn't saved her, she might have died. Then, her child would have grown up without a mother.
It's all a terrible sin!
Shen Zhi Qiu felt a little tired, so Lu Jia pulled her to sit on a chair and let her lean on his shoulder to rest for a while. "After your brother finishes stitching up his wound, we'll go home. You both need to get some rest; you must be exhausted today."
The group arrived home in the early hours of the morning.
Aunt Zhao held Shen Zhi Qiu's hand tenderly, told her that the children were asleep, and urged her to go wash up and go to bed.
“Miss Zhou, the young lady gave us advance notice. Your room has been prepared. I have put toiletries and pajamas in the room. Please let me know if you need anything.”
After pointing out the room to Zhou Xiaoran, Aunt Zhao hurriedly came to check on Rong Mo's injuries. Seeing the thick gauze on his arm, Aunt Zhao's eyes instantly welled up with tears of heartache. After all, she had watched the child grow up from a baby, so how could she not feel heartache when he was injured and needed stitches?
"I'm fine, Aunt Zhao, it doesn't hurt," Rong Mo said wearily, but seeing how much Aunt Zhao cared for him, he softened his voice to comfort her.
"How could it not hurt?! You child, go and rest." Aunt Zhao said, seeing Rong Mo to the door of his room, and couldn't help but wipe away her tears as she turned away.
The next morning, Rong Mo was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.
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