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It wasn't until she went to bed that night that Hu Jinhua remembered to come and check on her daughter.

Two hours had passed between when the crying stopped and when the child fell asleep.

Hu Jinhua pushed open the door and saw blood all over the floor, which terrified her.

She rushed over and hugged her daughter, shouting for her husband to come. She was still shaking Deng Yiyao.

"Ah! Qingshan... Deng Qingshan... come quick, quick... quick, someone's dying! Ah..."

"Yaoyao... my Yaoyao, please wake up! Please wake up. As long as you wake up, Mommy will do whatever you want. Waaaaaah..."

At this moment, Deng Yiyao's face was pale and bloodless, and her fingers were slightly cold. Deng Qingshan rushed over upon hearing the commotion and was also shocked to see this scene.

He quickly reached out to check Deng Yiyao's breath, but it was so faint he could barely feel it. Deng Qingshan gritted his teeth, scooped up his daughter, and rushed outside.

"Jinhua, hurry up, let's go find a doctor, quick!" Hu Jinhua stumbled and ran out.

Deng Qingshan carried Deng Yiyao and ran all the way, constantly saying, "Yaoyao, hang in there, Daddy will take you to find a doctor."

After finally reaching the doctor's house, the doctor shook his head upon seeing the patient's condition. But given all the hope, he began acupuncture and even put a piece of wild ginseng in her mouth.

Deng Yiyao fainted due to excessive blood loss. The doctor could only keep her alive.

The traditional Chinese medicine doctor said anxiously, "I can only keep her alive for now. You should take her to a major hospital for a blood transfusion as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be dangerous."

The couple flagged down a jeep on the main road and tearfully begged the driver to take them to the hospital.

Without hesitation, the driver stepped on the gas and took them straight to the hospital.

On the way, Deng Qingshan thanked the driver profusely and offered him fare, but the driver refused, saying that he was doing good deeds in the spirit of Lei Feng and would not leave his name.

Upon arriving at their destination, Deng Qingshan grabbed his daughter and rushed to the emergency room. The driver, who had other business to attend to, left immediately.

Hu Jinhua ran after them, shouting for help as she searched for a doctor.

"Doctor...Doctor, please save my daughter! I beg you!"

Hu Jinhua cried and screamed, attracting many people, including nurses and doctors.

The emergency room doctor saw a pale-faced, barely breathing young woman being carried by a middle-aged man and quickly pushed the cart over.

Place the patient on the stretcher, ask what's wrong, and instruct the nurses to prepare for emergency treatment.

Doctors and nurses wheeled Deng Yiyao into the operating room. Deng Qingshan paced anxiously outside the operating room.

Hu Jinhua, like a deflated balloon, slumped listlessly on the floor in the corner.

Inside the operating room, doctors raced against time to disinfect and suture the wound. A nurse, holding the blood test results, prepared blood of the same type for her transfusion.

The slightly fluctuating curve on the electrocardiogram screen indicated that the patient still had a glimmer of hope. The pleasant "beep...beep...beep" sound meant that everything was normal.

After an hour of work, the operating room door opened from the inside.

Deng Qingshan ran over anxiously and asked, "Doctor, how is my daughter?"

Hu Jinhua, who was standing there in a daze, quickly got up and ran over.

The doctor said, "Don't worry, he's out of danger, but he hasn't woken up yet. Also, due to excessive blood loss, his brain is lacking oxygen, so he may be in a coma for a few days. After he wakes up, he may experience selective memory impairment syndrome, so you should be prepared."

Deng Qingshan asked, "Doctor, will my daughter become mentally challenged in the future?"

The doctor reassured her, "Don't worry, she won't become mentally disabled. She'll just selectively forget some unhappy things, and it won't interfere with her normal life."

Deng Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, grasped the doctor's hands with both of them, and expressed his gratitude.

After the doctor finished speaking, he waved his hand and went to attend to other matters.

The nurse wheeled Deng Yiyao out and into a regular ward. She asked, "Are your family members here?"

Hu Jinhua waited at the door until she saw her daughter being wheeled out, and then followed the nurse into the ward.

She hurriedly replied, "Here, my family is here." The nurse glanced at her and said, "Go quickly to complete the admission procedures. You'll need to stay in the hospital for three days for observation."

Hu Jinhua didn't dare to delay and quickly took the money to complete the hospitalization procedures.

Deng Qingshan stood by the bed, looking at his daughter, his heart aching terribly. He couldn't understand when his lively and cheerful daughter had become like this.

Perhaps it was when Kong Xiufang went to the trade fair, or when her mother arranged a blind date between Deng Yifei and Kong Xiufang, or more likely, from the moment Deng Yiyao fell in love with Lin Junhui. Her world was devoid of joy, filled only with jealousy, resentment, scheming, and revenge.

It was when her mother rejected her relationship with Lin Junhui that her daughter felt the pain of unrequited love and began to try every means to steal affection that did not belong to her.

Hu Jinhua was at fault in this matter. She was materialistic and failed to communicate with her daughter in a timely manner. Furthermore, she continued to push her daughter further and further into this situation, until it became an obsession—the belief that what you can't have is always the best.

After completing the formalities, Hu Jinhua returned to the ward, sat on the edge of the bed, and watched her daughter wipe away her tears.

She felt a pang of regret for stopping her daughter from pursuing her own happiness; perhaps if she hadn't stopped her, things wouldn't have come to this.

I just hope that my daughter will forget these unpleasant things when she wakes up.

Deng Qingshan thought of something and said to Hu Jinhua, "You look after Yaoyao for now, I'm going to the police station."

Hu Jinhua, puzzled, asked, "It's not too late to go after Yao Yao wakes up!"

Deng Qingshan said, "While Yao Yao is unconscious, I'll take care of the problem. If she forgets all these unpleasant things when she wakes up, that would be a good thing, so she won't have to worry about it anymore."

Hu Jinhua thought about it and agreed, so she didn't stop him.

Deng Qingshan borrowed a bicycle from the hospital's guardhouse and went to the police station.

It's already one in the morning, and Hu Jinhua is sitting on a stool, asleep by the bed.

Deng Qingshan arrived at the police station and explained the whole story. He also mentioned Deng Yiyao's condition, suggesting she might suffer from amnesia upon waking.

The police criticized Deng Qingshan and fined him 200 yuan. An Lu should have detained him for 5 to 10 days, but given Deng Yiyao's unconscious state and her father's voluntary surrender, the situation was understandable.

Because the fabrication of a client was unsuccessful and did not result in serious consequences or detention, an additional 100 yuan was imposed, bringing the total fine to 300 yuan.

With this matter resolved, Deng Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He rode his bicycle back home. His daughter was lying in the hospital room, and he was still very worried.

They quickly returned to the hospital, returned the bicycle, and Deng Qingshan went to the ward. Looking at his haggard wife, he felt another pang of heartache.

The whole family didn't get any rest tonight, and we're all quite tired.

He found a corner, sat on the ground, bent his legs, rested his head on his knees, and fell asleep.

The next day, rumors began to circulate that something had happened to the Deng family, and that someone had seen Deng Qingshan carrying his daughter to the hospital yesterday.

When the second son, Deng Yichen, heard about it, he went to the house to check and found that no one was home and the door was locked.

He guessed the rumors were probably true, and when he got home he told his wife that something might really have happened at home.

Deng Yichen rode his bicycle with his wife Su Yingying, who was holding their three-year-old son Deng Xingchen, to the hospital.

They also bought breakfast, malted milk powder, apples, bananas and other snacks on the way to visit their sister.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I inquired and learned which ward the young woman admitted to the emergency department the previous night was in.

It was only 7 a.m., and Hu Jinhua and Deng Qingshan were still asleep. Doctors start their rounds at 8 a.m.

They deliberately arrived a little early, otherwise, if they were late, their parents would have already eaten, and the breakfast they bought would be wasted.

When Deng Yichen arrived at the ward, he saw his father sitting on the floor, sleeping with his head down on his lap. He felt a pang of sadness.

Then I looked at my mother, who was lying on the edge of the bed with nothing covering her, her eyes were a little red, and her eyes were slightly sore and swollen.

As if they knew someone had arrived, the couple simultaneously looked up at their second son's family standing at the door.

Hu Jinhua burst into tears, feeling as if she had found her pillar of support. If there was anyone in the family who was truly capable and independent, it was her son.

Deng Yichen went over and hugged his mother, comforting her, saying, "Mom, everything will be alright, don't worry, I won't abandon you. You and Dad go back and rest first, I'll stay here to take care of my sister."

Hu Jinhua insisted on staying, telling Deng Qingshan to go home and rest first, and that she would come to relieve him in the evening. After agreeing, Deng Qingshan went home, feeling relieved to have his wife and son there.