She’s afraid... She said she was afraid long ago...
At that ti, he promised her that they wouldn’t have more children, just Shuangshuang and Huanghuang.
But at that ti, he was greedy; he wanted one, two, three, even four.
eting Su Xiaong, the ti spent with her, was the happiest period in his over thirty years of life.
He thought the girl, who was just nineteen when he first t her, was very magical.
The two of them were like two chanical wooden figures, with sharp edges, but could fit perfectly together.
No one suited him more than she did, and when he realized this, he had only this one thought in his mind.
No one was more suitable than her... and no one would ever be more suitable than her.
So, he unscrupulously confined her, binding her tightly with an invisible rope.
He knew that what he wanted, she would give.
Let alone one Little Treasure, even two or three, as long as he wanted, she would give.
How could she not? She admired him so much, loved him so much...
It was this confidence that made him overstep... made him insatiable.
The ticking of the luxury watch on his wrist traveled through his veins to his heart; every second seed like a countdown to death, making him anxious and flustered...
He wanted ti to stop but could only worry in vain.
He stood there, motionless, as if petrified.
Zhou ngqin sat nearby, unable to stop her tears.
Xiaong had been married into the Yin Family for nearly three years, and she had truly co to like the young but spirited daughter-in-law.
The elderly woman genuinely saw Xiaong as her daughter.
Now those giant words, "critical condition notice," felt like a massive stone pressing down on the elderly woman’s not-so-strong heart.
If Su Xiaong really encountered so misfortune...
Then the couple from the Su Family would surely be devastated.
Yin Shaohui clenched his fist, leaning on his Dragon Head Walking Stick, called Ah Su aside, and had Ah Su recount everything that happened at ho from morning till the incident, without missing any detail.
Xiaong had only had breakfast and drank the traditional dicine brought by Mrs. Huang.
It was just that Mrs. Huang gave Guo Tong’s portion to Xiaong.
"Was the thermos cleaned?"
Ah Su nodded, "Cleaned..."
Yin Shaohui kept a stern face, his shrewd eyes deepened, and he lowered his voice to tell Ah Su,
"If anyone asks, just say it wasn’t cleaned, understand?"
"..."
Ah Su looked up, puzzled, but didn’t ask more and just nodded.
The entire hospital seed enveloped in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere that afternoon.
The doctors, nurses, and even the patients had heard about the incident in the Obstetrics departnt.
No one knew what kind of important figure it was that had the hospital director and both vice directors in such disarray.
Professors who were on vacation were also called back to the hospital.
The doors of the operating room didn’t open again until six in the evening.
The director operated, with Doctor Jiang and the vice director assisting; when the three ca out, their foreheads were sweating.
This surgery, battling death, was more thrilling than any they had perford before.
"After several brushes with death, Mrs. Yin’s vital signs have temporarily stabilized."
Yin Shixiu would probably never forget the mont when the director said these words, and the tight string around his heart suddenly snapped, allowing his heart to breathe.
That was also a narrow escape from death.
Yin Shixiu found it difficult to even speak; his throat was unbearably dry.
"And... the child..."
"Mr. Yin... We’ve really tried our best..."
Doctor Jiang looked apologetic.
The director walked up to Yin Shixiu and asked him,
"Who administered the labor-inducing agent to Su Xiaong?"
Yin Shixiu lowered his eyes, having so answers in his heart.
"Director Uncle has also tried everything. The overdose of the labor-inducing agent already caused the fetus to suffocate in Xiaong’s womb until the fetal heart stopped. The doctors all did their best."
"..."
"Shixiu, you’re a reasonable person. If this matter truly involved Doctor Jiang or the hospital, Director Uncle would seek justice for you no matter what, but now..."
Yin Shixiu raised his hand, signaling the director to stop speaking.
"The child is gone, let it be gone. I want the adult to be safe. Not temporarily stable, but completely out of danger."
"Director Uncle will do his utmost!"
After saying this, the director glanced at Su’s father and Su’s mother, whose earnest eyes he t, sighed lightly, and then looked toward Yin Shaohui,
"Brother Yin, I will use every ans possible to ensure your daughter-in-law’s safety."
Yin Shaohui nodded, exhaling a long breath.
No matter what, temporarily stable vital signs, though not ideal, were better than that critical condition notice.
Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were taken back to the Yin Mansion with Ah Su.
After hearing the news, Yin ng and Shan Minglang rushed over almost imdiately.
After Ah Su recounted the events to the siblings, they discussed it in the car.
Shan Minglang was straightforward and did not imdiately notice anything suspicious.
As for Yin ng, she already disliked Guo Tong intensely, and upon hearing that Xiaong drank the herbal dicine from Guo Tong’s thermos...
Regardless of its reasonableness, she imdiately jumped to conspiracy theories, thinking Guo Tong was jealous of Xiaong and intended to harm her.
Of course, when this thought popped into her mind, Yin ng broke out in a layer of cold sweat.
Quarrels among relatives over trivial matters are normal, and it’s common to resort to so tricks for personal gain.
But when it escalates to the level of "murder," whether for ordinary folks or rich families, it’s frightening.
Yin ng was just wildly speculating without any basis.
The most crucial concern now was Xiaong’s safety.
By the ti they arrived at the hospital, Xiaong had already been moved into the Intensive Care Unit, and doctors were entering and exiting every few minutes.
Yin Shixiu had the driver take the Yin family elders back. Since Xiaong was unconscious, it was no use for everyone to stay at the hospital.
He intended to send Su’s father and Su’s mother back as well, but they refused to leave the hospital no matter what.
Even if they could only stand far away, separated by a door and a glass window, and watch their daughter on the hospital bed.
"Uncle! How is it going?"
Yin ng hurried over, breathlessly asking.
"She hasn’t co out of danger yet."
"..."
Yin ng’s heart sank, her throat choked with emotion, and it took a long while before she managed to speak,
"And... Little Treasure?"
"Gone."
Yin Shixiu spoke calmly; others couldn’t see the pain and struggle in his heart.
He had seen Little Treasure...
The child lay motionless.
He held the child’s small hand...
Ice-cold.
The child’s skin was tightly wrinkled, not looking good... just like when Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were born.
But there was a blue birthmark on the child’s forehead, covering a third of it, and it wasn’t unsightly, shaped like a small flower...
If the child had grown up, it might have beco a unique mark.
It was ant to be a flower, originally set to bloom brilliantly, opening toward the sun, but now it lay lifeless and devoid of vitality.
Watching this, Yin Shixiu felt his heart ache.
Yin ng observed Yin Shixiu’s current desolate state, then looked through the glass window at Xiaong perilously lying on the hospital bed...
For a mont, her heart felt utterly lost...
"Why treat Xiaong this way..."
No matter who it was... no matter the reason...
How could they, how could anyone be so cruel...
Two lives lost, and the child had already reached nine months!
Yin Shixiu closed his eyes, his back against the wall finally straightened, and he said to Yin ng,
"Did Ah Su say anything after returning?"
"Just what Xiaong did at ho in the morning and what happened afterward..."
Yin ng answered truthfully.
"Did the other servants overhear?"
"Yes, they heard. Everyone was scared, and Mrs. Huang, who was boiling water, got so frightened that she burned herself."
"Did she say anything?"
"...No."
Yin Shixiu pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice turning cold,
"Has anyone inford Yin Bowen and Guo Tong?"
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