Mrs. Xie was silent for a long ti. She took Qin i’s hand and said with the utmost seriousness, "Xiao i, we’re dropping this matter."
"Mom, but..."
"No buts," Mrs. Xie interrupted Qin i. "Hu Wan’er got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, fell, and had a miscarriage. It has nothing to do with you."
Qin i felt that shifting the bla like this was dishonest. ’If I hadn’t knocked Hu Wan’er out in the restroom, she wouldn’t have miscarried. Whether Hu Wan’er would have gotten an abortion later would have been her own business, but right now, this is definitely my responsibility.’
"Xiao i, listen to . I won’t do anything to harm you." Mrs. Xie gently patted the back of Qin i’s hand. "Even without your involvent, Hu Wan’er would not have carried this child to term. For the sake of her reputation, they won’t publicize the miscarriage."
Qin i fell silent. Aunt Zhang had brought Hu Wan’er to the Jie Family’s ho, and her objective was as clear as day.
’Getting pregnant before marriage... Hu Wan’er really is bold. Her mindset is even more progressive than mine.’
If word of Hu Wan’er’s miscarriage got out, who would dare to marry her? Aunt Zhang was counting on her daughter marrying a city dweller, using the marriage to cross class boundaries and change her fate.
Aunt Zhang had her sights set on the Jie Family. The most suitable candidate was Jing Wu, as he was the only one who was unmarried. But from the looks of it, Aunt Zhang wasn’t interested in Jing Wu. Instead, she was after the already-married Jie Jingchen.
Well, this certainly changed things. They could hide the miscarriage from outsiders, but not from the Jie Family. Aunt Zhang’s wishful thinking of marrying her daughter to Jie Jingchen was now hopeless.
Qin i knocking Hu Wan’er unconscious in the restroom, which led to the miscarriage, had completely upended all their plans.
"Xiao i," Mrs. Xie called out worriedly. She was genuinely afraid that Qin i would ignore her advice and insist on confessing to them.
"Mom, I understand," Qin i said, giving Mrs. Xie a reassuring smile.
Mrs. Xie breathed a sigh of relief and patted the back of Qin i’s hand, gratified. ’Thankfully, my daughter-in-law isn’t as stubborn as Jing Si.’ "Xiao i, trust . I’m doing this for your own good."
Qin i nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mom. It’s so good to have you here."
Mrs. Xie smiled happily. She let go of Qin i’s hand, but before she could even take a step, the office door was pushed open. A young nurse burst in, saying urgently, "Director Qiao, soone from the military was brought in... He’s very seriously injured."
Mrs. Xie didn’t dare hesitate. Leaving Qin i behind, she ran out after the young nurse.
After a mont’s thought, Qin i followed them.
Outside the ergency room, several soldiers in uniform stood guard, their expressions grave and worried as they stared inside. Besides Mrs. Xie, several other doctors were struggling to save the patient.
However, the patient’s injuries were too severe. One by one, the doctors’ faces filled with helplessness and regret.
"Director Qiao, the injuries are too severe. The spleen and the heart..."
"Take him to the operating room," Mrs. Xie ordered, her expression grim.
"Director Qiao..." The doctor tried to argue, but a sharp glance from Mrs. Xie cut him short.
"Mom." Qin i squeezed her way through the crowd at the door. The pungent sll of blood made her frown.
Mrs. Xie was startled for a second, then rushed over to Qin i and pulled her in front of the patient. "Xiao i, take a look."
Qin i glanced at the patient. He was covered in blood, his breathing was faint, and it was obvious to the naked eye that his injuries were critical.
Qin i didn’t hesitate. Wasting ti ant missing the golden window for resuscitation. She grabbed the patient’s blood-soaked hand, placed her smooth fingertips on his pulse, and her expression grew heavier, yet she remained remarkably calm and composed.
"How is he?" Mrs. Xie asked anxiously.
Qin i didn’t speak. She took a needle pouch from her shoulder bag. "Mom, cut open the clothes on his chest."
"Scissors!" Mrs. Xie shouted.
"Director Qiao." A young nurse at the side handed the scissors to Mrs. Xie.
Mrs. Xie took them and quickly cut open the patient’s shirt, and Qin i imdiately began applying the needles.
"Director Qiao, who is she?" one of the doctors asked.
"My daughter-in-law. She is well-versed in traditional Chinese dicine." Mrs. Xie answered quickly, deliberately emphasizing the last few words.
"Director Qiao, do you know who he is?" the doctor reminded her in a low voice.
"In my eyes, there are no identities, only patients," Mrs. Xie’s voice was sharp.
"Director Qiao, if he dies in our hospital, who will be responsible?" the doctor demanded.
"I will," Mrs. Xie bit out two words, resolute and commanding.
Qin i focused on applying the needles. Listening to that doctor, she found it laughable. ’So if we do nothing and just watch the patient die, the hospital won’t be responsible?’
"The director is here."
The hospital director, having heard the news, rushed over. He saw an unfamiliar young woman applying needles to the patient while Qiao Yanqiu and several other doctors stood by and watched.
"What’s going on?" the director asked, his expression serious, his authoritative presence radiating a calm composure.
"Director, you’re finally here." The doctor seized the opportunity to tattle, recounting the patient’s condition and specifically reminding the director that surgery was no longer a viable option. To put it bluntly, he was saying they should just let the patient die, as any attempt at resuscitation or surgery would be useless—it was as good as declaring the patient dead.
Hearing the doctor’s words, the n crowded at the door grew restless. They looked ready to charge in, but one among them held them back.
Qin i pulled out the last needle and raised a hand to wipe the thin sheen of sweat from her forehead.
"Xiao i," Mrs. Xie said urgently.
Qin i looked at Mrs. Xie and parted her red lips. "Send him to the operating room."
Mrs. Xie let out a breath of relief and imdiately said in a commanding tone, "Quick, get him to the operating room."
"Director, we can’t operate." The doctor knew Director Qiao wouldn’t listen to him, so he could only place his hopes on the hospital director.
The patient’s identity was special, so the director didn’t dare to be careless. His sharp, cautious gaze locked onto Mrs. Xie. "Yan Qiu, what are the chances?"
"None," Mrs. Xie stated bluntly.
Hearing this, the director sucked in a sharp breath. He grabbed Mrs. Xie’s wrist and warned in a low voice, "Yan Qiu, the patient has a special status. Trying to be a hero will only get you burned."
"I’ll assist. There’s a thirty percent chance," Qin i spoke up. ’A doctor’s heart is one of compassion. If I hadn’t co across this, it would be one thing, but now that I have, I can’t just stand by and watch.’
"And who are you?" The director exuded a solemn air, his shrewd, sharp eyes fixed on Qin i.
"Xiao i." Mrs. Xie was stunned for a mont. ’Well, Qin i knows acupuncture,’ she thought. ’Combining traditional and Western dicine couldn’t hurt.’ She imdiately nodded in agreent.
Inside the operating room were only Mrs. Xie and Qin i. At first, Mrs. Xie was the lead surgeon, but then Qin i took over. Watching Qin i’s proficient technique, Mrs. Xie was astonished. She was once again shocked by her daughter-in-law, which only strengthened her resolve to have Qin i co work at the hospital.
The surgery was a perfect success.
"Xiao i," Mrs. Xie said, shocked and thrilled.
"Mom, you were the lead surgeon. I was your assistant," Qin i reminded her.
Mrs. Xie was speechless. It was clearly Qin i who had led the surgery while she had assisted. "Xiao i, why?"
Qin i thought for a mont and gave Mrs. Xie an answer that made her want to spit blood. "My ambitions don’t lie here."
"Your ambitions don’t lie here? Then why did you study dicine? And both traditional and Western, at that." Mrs. Xie rolled her eyes ungracefully. Qin i’s technique was unconventional yet masterful, bold yet ticulous. Mrs. Xie had to admit that she couldn’t compare.
’My father, grandfather, and grandmother all passed down their finest skills to —the essence of their knowledge, tempered like steel through countless trials and distilled from experience. They gave it to directly, saving from taking any detours.’
Qin i gave a bitter smile. ’My life was planned out by them. The path I was to walk was arranged by them. I had no choice. This is the tragedy of an only child. I don’t get to choose; I can only execute their plans.’
"Mom, I just want to live a quiet, ordinary life with Jie Jingchen." ’Showing my true abilities now would do more harm than good. I need to lay low and build my strength.’
"Xiao i, who are you, really?" Mrs. Xie imdiately grew wary. The current situation was too sensitive. For Jing Si’s sake, for the Jie Family’s sake, and for the Qiao Family’s sake, Mrs. Xie couldn’t help but be on her guard.
"Mom, don’t worry. My background is clean. Otherwise, Jie Jingchen would never have married ," Qin i said with a smile, not expecting her words to make her mother-in-law so suspicious.
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