After Black Moonlight revealed her true feelings, everyone panicked.

Xie Qinglan's expression gradually became serious. Others might be able to escape by chance, but he might not be so lucky.

The reason we have this outcome is because someone interfered.

“Miss Lu, you don’t need to belittle yourself. I really did owe my life to you.” Xie Qinglan’s tone became much more serious.

When reviewing the events of that day, he had speculated that he was very likely to run into the suspect head-on, but he still held onto a sliver of hope that his luck might not be so bad.

But after hearing Sheng Yunchao's speculation, he had a strange premonition that things would definitely happen in this direction.

That was a predetermined fact of the future; the spindle of fate had fallen, and he could not afford to harbor even the slightest bit of wishful thinking.

Xie Qinglan thought for a moment and realized that such a token of gratitude was too insignificant for such a profound debt of kindness.

“Miss Lu, I must repay your life-saving grace tenfold. Once my hand is healed and I return, please give me a chance to repay you.”

Sheng Yunchao smiled and poured Xie Qinglan a cup of tea. "Dr. Xie is grateful and will surely have a peaceful and prosperous future."

Lu Sijian replied calmly, "There was no life-saving grace involved. It was an accident that I bumped into Lao Liao that day."

She paused for a moment, then added, "If you want to thank someone, thank my bag. It was because Lao Liao knocked my bag down that I got into a fight with him."

Xie Qinglan looked at her, her brows gradually furrowing: "Is that really so?"

Lu Sijian remained unfazed: "Of course! You have no idea how much I love this bag. Genuine leather is most susceptible to water damage. How could I possibly agree to let Lao Liao leave with just an 'sorry'?"

There are no surveillance cameras outside the hospital or in the fire escape; if she doesn't admit it, there's no evidence.

I deliberately avoided being on surveillance cameras. If there were any real evidence, the police would have contacted me long ago.

After all, if I acted as if I knew beforehand about the stabbing, the police would suspect me and interrogate me repeatedly.

Sheng Yunchao: "..."

She was right; the police almost suspected her.

After all, the timing of her appearance was too coincidental, which inevitably made people suspicious.

He had more information than the police because Chen Xin said she knew the suspect had a knife in his bag.

He suppressed the matter; she wanted to remain hidden from the incident so he could erase her traces.

He just had to tell her that she didn't need to feel guilty or blame herself, and that there was nothing wrong with her act of saving people.

No one knew the suspect would be carrying two knives, so bloodshed was inevitable.

No one was killed, and no irreparable harm was caused. Considering the limited information available, this is already a remarkable achievement.

"Alright." Xie Qinglan picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't say anything more.

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After finishing her meal, Xie Qinglan was about to pay the bill when she thought for a moment and then turned back.

"I have difficulty moving around, so I might have to trouble Mr. Sheng to help me." He shook his bandaged hand.

Sheng Yunchao got up and followed him out.

Xie Qinglan stopped in front of the screen wall in the restaurant, looked up and asked, "So, did you achieve your goal today?"

The investigation data was handed to him by Sheng Yunchao.

If it weren't for this, perhaps we wouldn't have this dinner party today.

Sheng Yunchao chuckled lightly: "Dr. Xie, why be so sensitive? At least the information I gave you is true. If my speculation just now comes true, it will be a dead end for you."

Xie Qinglan knew, of course, that what he said was true; the other party's investigation data was exactly the same as what he knew.

That's why he still held today's banquet despite the inconvenience.

Seeing Xie Qinglan remain silent, Sheng Yunchao suddenly asked, "What if I told you, Dr. Xie, that your predetermined fate was to be seriously injured and hospitalized in the ICU for several months, and after surviving, you would never be able to hold a scalpel again?"

Xie Qinglan's pupils contracted slightly.

"On one side is cold death, on the other is paying with a hand. What would you choose?" Sheng Yunchao didn't continue.

He saw the answer in Xie Qinglan's eyes.

Xie Qinglan's voice was slightly hoarse: "I understand, thank you."

If losing a hand was his predetermined fate, he would rather die.

As the youngest and most promising chief physician, Xie Qinglan is completely absorbed in medical research.

He was not interested in most things in the world, had no social circle, and only wanted to treat patients or do scientific research projects every day.

Chen Xin said he spread rumors about Xie Qinglan simply because he was resentful and felt that Xie Qinglan was so young yet promoted so quickly, probably because she was someone's gigolo.

He had also inquired about Xie Qinglan's family background. She came from a single-parent family in a poor county, far worse off than his own family, yet she dared to ride roughshod over them.

He didn't believe Xie Qinglan could be so outstanding, so he could only attack her family and appearance.

But Xie Qinglan knew that this was the result of him pushing his personal abilities to the limit in his profession.

He is hailed as a medical genius, but only at the cost of sacrificing all social and recreational life.

If he could no longer engage in medical research, he would not know what meaning life would have.

As Xie Qinglan was about to leave, Sheng Yunchao suddenly said, "Now my goal has truly been achieved."

Xie Qinglan turned her head and met his gaze, surprised by the frankness in his eyes.

"Really? Congratulations."

Xie Qinglan walked out of the restaurant, and soon someone followed him, trailing behind him.

"Who sent you here?" Xie Qinglan frowned.

"Your family is worried, after all, you have an injury on your hand, and the other party doesn't seem to have good intentions..."

In their view, Sheng Yunchao's investigation materials were clearly malicious.

My family doesn't mind me repaying their kindness, but the prerequisite is that I'm not being used or schemed against by someone with ulterior motives.

"That's Sheng Yunchao after all. His cunning is unfathomable. Countless people have fallen into his trap. We must be careful..."

"Is that so? I do think he's someone worth befriending," Xie Qinglan said calmly.

Is he truly unfathomable? Sometimes, rumors are not to be trusted.

The person behind him paused for a moment, then continued, "And there's that eldest daughter of the Lu family, there have been some bad rumors circulating about her lately..."

The other person, clearly acting on instructions, said quickly, "What a coincidence! How come she always seems to run into these serious incidents and always steps in to help? There are too many suspicious points in this matter..."

“There is absolutely no doubt about this matter,” Xie Qinglan interrupted him, displeased.

"She is my savior, there is no doubt about that. Anyone who doubts her motives should take a knife and cut themselves a few times before questioning her."

Complete silence fell behind me.

Xie Qinglan understood his family's concerns and doubts, feeling that he seemed to care too much about Lu Sijian.

He has always been very mindful of boundaries and never interacts much with patients. The reason he paid attention to Lu Sijian was because she was too special.

The doctors and nurses at the hospital have remarked more than once that Ms. Lu is truly blessed with good fortune: a good family background, three doting older brothers, and a wealthy fiancé who has never abandoned her.

If he weren't one of Lu Sijian's attending physicians, he would probably think the same way.

After waking up, Lu Sijian spent three months undergoing rehabilitation before being discharged from the hospital and returning home.

The rehabilitation process is painful and lengthy, like countless broken bones being reshaped; even the most resilient person cannot endure it.

So crying, breaking down, feeling frustrated, and complaining are all normal, after all, pain needs an outlet.