After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wanqing's eyes lingered on Shen Jiahe and Shen Anran, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense and subtle.

Shen Anran's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but complain inwardly: Brother, do you think I'm not living long enough?

She quickly defended herself, "How could that be possible? Big brother, you misunderstood. How could my sister push me? I really didn't stand firmly by accident. You can't slander others casually."

"Well, maybe I saw it wrong." Shen Yifeng responded indifferently, but a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Shen Anran sighed softly, secretly feeling lucky that the person standing in front of her was not the heroine of the original book, otherwise she would probably be slapped in the face again.

She had experienced many such situations, and she still remembered the most serious one vividly.

That day she was waiting for Shen Jiahe at the stairs, and then she deliberately fell down the stairs. Looking up from downstairs, she saw that it was Shen Jiahe who pushed her.

She hoped that the Shen family would be disappointed with Shen Jiahe and then kick her out of the family.

Just when she was feeling smug, the heroine played a video that recorded her ugly face one by one.

Not only was she severely slapped in the face, she also had to stay in the hospital for half a month.

Thinking of that scene, Shen Anran couldn't help but shudder.

As Shen Anran walked out the door, she said, "I'll go see Zhou Jingyan."

Jiang Wanqing's voice sounded at the right time, interrupting her steps, "Anran, Jingyan hasn't woken up yet."

Shen Anran stopped and turned around. "What happened to him? Is he seriously injured?"

"He is still in a coma, but the doctor says he is out of danger."

Shen Anran stood there, pain surging into her heart like a tide, making her feel a little suffocated.

Her heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and every beat was a torment.

Previously, relying on the possibility of restarting the world, he always maintained a bad mentality and escaped from reality.

Now it seems that fate has not let them go.

Even if she did not have a conflict with Shen Jiahe, she would still encounter other troubles, and all dangers must be nipped in the bud.

Shen Anran forced herself to calm down. She turned to Shen Yifeng and asked, "Brother, have you found out the identities of those who attacked me?"

A murderous look flashed across Shen Yifeng's eyes, and he gently replied, "An An, don't worry about this matter. We will take care of it. The most important thing for you now is to recover from your injuries."

He deliberately avoided Shen Anran's questions and did not reveal the identities of those people.

In Shen Yifeng's view, Shen Anran's world should be pure and should not be stained with darkness and blood.

Jiang Wanqing stepped forward, patted Shen Anran's shoulder, and said softly, "Let your brother worry about these things. Your task now is to heal your injuries well."

Shen Anran didn't ask too many questions because she knew they wouldn't tell her the answer.

"Mom, I want to go see Zhou Jingyan, is that okay?"

Jiang Wanqing seemed a little hesitant, her brows furrowed slightly. "But the doctor has specifically instructed that no one is allowed to enter the ward at will."

At this moment, Shen Jiahe gently shook the phone in his hand, breaking the silence: "I have asked the doctor, An Ran can change into sterile clothes and go in for the visit."

Upon hearing this, Shen Anran gave Shen Jiahe a look of gratitude.

This hospital ranks among the best in the city and even in the country. It not only has top-notch medical equipment, but also a strong medical team.

However, what is little known is that the person in charge behind this hospital is actually a young woman in her twenties.

That’s right, this hospital was founded by Shen Jiahe.

Shen Anran didn't know anything about it at first, but when she saw the name of the hospital, she remembered the plot in the novel.

The heroine has a good friend who loves medicine, but unfortunately his talent has been buried for a long time. He works as an intern in an inconspicuous small hospital and suffers from exclusion and bullying by his seniors.

It wasn't until he met the heroine that his enthusiasm was put to good use.

The heroine raised funds for him to build a hospital, and he would see patients once a month to provide affordable medical services to ordinary people.

When dealing with wealthy families, he would charge high fees.

This way of practicing medicine can be described as "robbing the rich to help the poor", which is commendable.

A doctor in a white coat stood at the door, a warm smile on his face, looking in their direction.

No, his gaze was actually on Shen Jiahe.

In the original novel, the heroine's friends all had a great aversion to her as a fake daughter.

It can even be said that he hated her to the core and wished to tear her to pieces.

If it weren't for the heroine's magnanimity, she would have become cannon fodder. Although she died in the end, she is one of the longer-lived cannon fodders among those villain characters.

Jiang Wanqing approached, "Doctor Qi, I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"You're so polite." Qi Mingzhe responded with a gentle smile.

If Shen Anran had not read the novel beforehand and understood his true character, she would probably have been fooled by his appearance.

Dr. Qi looks harmless on the outside, but is actually cunning inside. He is like a glutinous rice ball filled with black sesame filling, pure white on the surface but extremely black-bellied on the inside.

Qi Mingzhe turned his gaze to Shen Anran, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he politely invited: "Miss Shen, please follow me."

"Okay." Shen Anran responded and followed Qi Mingzhe's steps.

They entered the sterile room together, put on professional sterile clothing, and underwent a thorough disinfection procedure.

During this process, Qi Mingzhe suddenly broke the silence: "Ms. Shen, I'm really curious, how can you continue to stay in the Shen family with such a shamelessness? You have occupied someone else's life for more than 20 years. Don't you think you should return things that originally belonged to others to their original owners?"

Shen Anran chuckled, "Doctor Qi, you make sense. I'll find a suitable time to discuss this with my sister."

"I advise you to take care of yourself." Qi Mingzhe warned.

"Doctor Qi seems to care a lot about my sister? Do you two know each other?"

"We are friends, so naturally we have a good relationship."

"Friends, I wonder who's more important to my sister, her younger sister or her friends? I'm really curious."

Qi Mingzhe's eyes flashed with anger, and he said coldly: "Are you worthy enough to compete with me?"

"Who knows? How about I ask later?"

Qi Mingzhe snorted coldly. He didn't want to talk to this green tea girl. Shi Xu was right. This person was mentally ill.

After thorough disinfection, Shen Anran and Qi Mingzhe came to Zhou Jingyan's ward through a special passage.

Zhou Jingyan lay quietly on the hospital bed, and the heart rate monitor beside him beat regularly, proving that he was still alive.

His arms were covered with scratches of varying depths, including an obvious bullet wound.

When Shen Anran saw this scene, endless grief surged in her heart and tears rolled down her face involuntarily.

Qi Mingzhe coldly reminded: "I advise you to hold back your tears."

Shen Anran tried her best to suppress the pain in her heart, took a deep breath, and tried to control her emotions.