Return to before death

From afar, she spotted Sheng Xuanling's flamboyant figure. Dressed in all black, he stood out in the coffee shop. Moreover, his handsome face naturally attracted a lot of attention, with people constantly scanning him.

Yan Ran stepped forward and greeted her with a smile, "Hello."

"Hello." The woman returned a smile, paused, and then said, "Ye Ting."

Yan Ran knew that she was referring to her own name.

A rare, genuine smile appeared on Yan Ran's face. "Yan Ran."

"You know Zhang Xinyi, right?" Yan Ran stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point, which was exactly why she came here.

"Mr. Sheng already told me about the person I shared a room with at the Zong family hospital before you came," Ye Ting said, a sly smile in her eyes as she looked at Yan Ran. "Your boyfriend is quite nice."

She had already done her homework before coming. Yan Ran was the wife of Zong Zhengqing of the Zong family, and Sheng Xuanling was rumored to have a fondness for beautiful women. But judging from their recent interaction, things didn't seem that simple.

Sheng Xuanling's feelings for her are different from his feelings for Yan Ran; anyone who observes carefully can see that.

However, many people don't think about it in this way.

"He's not my boyfriend," Yan Ran said coldly. "Can you tell me if Zhang Xinyi did anything unusual before she died?"

"Let me think about it," Ye Ting replied politely, her thoughts drifting back to the week before she was discharged from the hospital.

That day, the sky was overcast, and the ward was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, which made her feel depressed.

The irritation in her heart seemed to come from nowhere, but she suppressed it in a moment. As a psychologist, controlling one's own emotions is the most basic requirement.

Clearly, Zhang Xinyi, standing to the side, was not as able to suppress her emotions as she was. She was writhing on the bed, wanting to get up but unable to because of her illness, so she could only stay in bed.

In the end, she couldn't control herself and banged her head on the bed, as if that would relieve the depression in her heart.

"Miss Zhang, is something bothering you? Perhaps I can help you," Ye Ting couldn't help but say, gently guiding her to calm down.

Gaining the other party's trust is a necessary preparation for every patient.

Ye Ting's voice was like a gentle breeze, lightly sweeping away the restlessness in Zhang Xinyi's heart.

She turned her head to carefully examine Ye Ting, who was also lying in the hospital bed. This was the first time the two of them had spoken since they were admitted to the hospital.

“I had considered suicide last time because I couldn’t bear the pain, but I survived. But what’s the difference between surviving and dying?” Zhang Xinyi poured out the words she had been holding back for so long. “No, to be precise, I’m in more pain than if I were dead. Can you understand that feeling of being unable to live or die?”

Ye Ting pursed her lips and listened quietly to her narration.

This woman named Zhang Xinyi was more likely to lower her guard than she thought, perhaps because no one had listened to her and she had been suppressing her feelings for a long time without being able to vent.

"That day, before I even got to the rooftop, I saw a bunch of people standing there. I hid in the stairwell and waited for them to leave, but I waited for a long time and they showed no sign of leaving."

"Later, I lost my footing and fell down the stairs. They rushed over to save me immediately, and that's when I realized that these people had come specifically to wait for me."

"When I went to the rooftop quietly, no one knew. I was curious why they knew. After asking around, I found out that a woman had called them. But who that woman wanted to talk to, I had no idea."

Zhang Xinyi narrated all of this in a calm and understated manner, as if she were telling someone else's story rather than her own.

“I can’t believe how heartbroken my husband would have been if I had actually jumped off the roof. He has a mild mental disorder and had been planning to see a psychologist for a long time. In the end, my illness cost us all our savings. I’m so sorry to him.”

When she spoke of her husband, tears welled up in her eyes, showing how deep her feelings for him were.

Ye Ting mentally assessed the loving couple.

“The hospital has advanced treatments. My health improved very quickly after I was transferred here, but my savings were also quickly depleted. I originally thought I was going to be kicked out of the hospital, but I don’t know what method my husband used to keep me here. Later I found out that the hospital had an assistance program that specifically provided assistance to poor patients like us, and I was honored to be selected.”

“I am very grateful to the hospital. I have been thinking that once I am discharged, I must thank Mr. Zong in person. I am willing to do anything for him. If it weren’t for him, I would have lost my life long ago.”

Instead of a look of gratitude, Zhang Xinyi's expression turned ferocious, completely unlike what she had described.

Ye Ting looked at her thoughtfully; the important part was about to begin.

She remained silent, acting as a dutiful audience member, quietly listening to Zhang Xinyi's story.

"But then, my illness gradually worsened, and now I can't even exert any strength. What new drugs, what fee reductions and exemptions? I think they're just using me as a guinea pig! Demons, they're all demons, the members of the main family!"

Zhang Xinyi became agitated, her chest heaving. If she could get up, she would have already run to the Zong family and killed them, even if it cost her her life!

Her hatred for the main family is the same as her gratitude towards them back then; her current state is all thanks to the main family.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a man in a white coat with a pocket on his face walked up to Zhang Xinyi, looking at her coldly. "It's time to get your injection."

He spoke casually, as if he were simply commenting on the weather.

Zhang Xinyi tried to struggle, but was eventually pushed away by the man.

Since then, Ye Ting has never seen Zhang Xinyi again, a behavior that makes her think deeply.

Is the Zong family's hospital really as terrifying as she says?

Before she was fully recovered and able to get out of bed and walk, Ye Ting was transferred out of the hospital to continue treatment elsewhere.

During that time, she tried to find out about Zhang Xinyi several times, but to no avail. It wasn't until a few days ago, when her husband murdered Zong Zhengqing, that she learned that Zhang Xinyi had really passed away.

She secretly sneaked into the hospital morgue and successfully found Zhang Xinyi's body. She immediately noticed that the skin was abnormal.

She found several test tubes in the morgue, picked one up at random, and secretly collected some of Zhang Xinyi's blood, planning to have it tested at another hospital in a few days, so that the truth of the matter would be revealed.

"You mean you have Zhang Xinyi's blood?" Yan Ran couldn't help but think more highly of Ye Ting. She hadn't expected Ye Ting to be so bold as to sneak into the hospital morgue and secretly drain Zhang Xinyi's blood.