She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

For a moment, Yang Miao's eyes were dazed as he stared at the blinding white before him.

After a long while, he turned his head slightly and saw the IV drip dripping from above his head. A sense of reality gradually appeared in his eyes, and he stared blankly as if recalling what had happened before.

Chen Yingsheng entered at that moment.

The noise at the door instantly woke Yang Wenyuan, and also made Yang Miao on the bed look towards the door.

"woke up?"

Upon hearing Chen Yingsheng's words, Yang Wenyuan paused for a moment and then looked sharply at the hospital bed.

Sure enough, his daughter, who had been unconscious all night, finally woke up and was looking at him with her eyes slightly open.

"Miaomiao! Miaomiao, you're finally awake! How are you? Is anything still bothering you? Tell Daddy, okay?"

Looking at her father, whose eyes were filled with worry and whose tone was gentle, Yang Miao moved her lips in a daze, only to find that her throat was terribly dry and hoarse. She could only utter a few hoarse syllables and couldn't even say a complete word.

Seeing this, Yang Wenyuan quickly picked up a cup, poured some warm water, inserted a straw, and held it to his daughter's lips. "Your throat is very dry, isn't it? Don't worry, drink some water first. We can talk about anything later."

Looking down at the straw pressed against the corner of her mouth, Yang Miao paused for a moment, then gently opened her mouth and took it in.

The gentle flow of water from my mouth into my throat finally made my dry throat feel a little better.

Yang Miao moved her mouth away, looked at Yang Wenyuan in front of her, and whispered, "...Dad."

"Hey, Dad's here."

"I'm sorry." Yang Miao's clear eyes suddenly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I made you worry."

Seeing his daughter like this, how could Yang Wenyuan, who was already a doting father, bear it?

Almost the instant Yang Miao's tears rolled down his cheeks, his own eyes also reddened.

He took off his glasses, wiped his face, then put them back on. Holding Yang Miao's hand, he looked at her and said, "It's okay. Is anything bothering you? Tell Dad."

Yang Miao checked his body and gently shook his head.

Then he said, "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable, but otherwise I'm fine."

Chen Yingsheng, who was standing nearby, said at the right moment, "This is a normal reaction. After today's medication is finished, eat some light and easily digestible food, and your stomach will feel better."

"Yes, I'm fine, don't worry." Yang Miao smiled slightly, as if to reassure Yang Wenyuan.

How can one not feel sorry for such a well-behaved daughter?

Yang Wenyuan turned his face away and exhaled, barely managing to force a smile. He turned back to say something when suddenly, a commotion broke out in the corridor.

"That heartless bastard beat my son up like that! My son has only just turned eighteen! What did he do wrong to deserve such suffering!"

"Don't stop me! Tell me which ward that little slut is in! What did my son do to her? She's trying to get someone to beat him up like that!"

In the corridor, a middle-aged woman in her fifties was yelling and cursing, while trying to force her way into the VIP ward.

Several nurses at the nurses' station came out to stop her, but unfortunately, the thin, frail young girl was no match for the burly, middle-aged woman.

Not only did they fail to stop the person, but they were also pushed and shoved, their clothes were torn to shreds, and one of them even accidentally fell to the ground.

One of them rushed to help, which reduced the number of people stopping the woman by one, and the woman took the opportunity to lunge towards the VIP ward.

"Come out! You think you can get away with hitting someone and not saying a word? Let me tell you, if anything happens to my son, I will never let you off the hook!"

Seeing her forcefully push aside the nurse blocking her way and about to rush into the corridor, an older nurse quickly ran over and blocked her path, sternly advising, "This is a hospital. Please speak properly and don't make a scene!"

"What's wrong with the hospital? What's wrong with the hospital!"

The woman shoved the nurse as she spoke, her face menacing: "My son has been beaten! Did you hear that? It's my son who's been beaten, not yours, so why aren't you worried!"

As she spoke, she slapped her thigh and burst into tears again, “Damn it! My perfectly healthy son was just trying to be nice by inviting his classmates to dinner, and he was beaten so badly that his spleen ruptured and he’s unconscious now! What’s worse, the other person didn’t say a word after hitting him and hasn’t even come forward to apologize!”

"My poor son, he's just a little kid, and he has to suffer so much. Is there no justice in this world?! Everyone, look at this! The rich are bullying the poor folks. Who can stand up for us, my son and me?!"

Fang Li and Han Xi were carrying breakfast when they heard a commotion as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.

As I approached the crowd, I heard a long string of irrational and unreasonable wailing.

Fang Li glanced at Han Xi and saw that he had no reaction and his expression was indifferent.

Because several nurses blocked her way, the woman couldn't enter the VIP ward area, so she slumped down in the middle of the only corridor and started cursing.

Fang Li guessed the woman's identity after hearing only two sentences.

I never expected that the boy named Yan Haoyu was dressed in designer brands, while his mother was such an... old and unreasonable ordinary person.

Unlike Fang Li's scrutiny, Han Xi only glanced at the woman sitting on the ground before not bothering to look at her again.

He grabbed Fang Li and led her through the crowd toward Yang Miao's ward.

The two had just walked out of the crowd and passed by Yan Haoyu's mother when she happened to look up and see them.

Upon seeing that Han Xi and Fang Li were heading to the VIP ward area, Yan Haoyu's mother immediately got up from the ground and reached out to grab Fang Li's arm.

Han Xi reacted quickly; Fang Li didn't even see him turn around, so she didn't know how he saw the woman's movements.

The moment the woman reached out her hand, he turned around and pulled her behind him, his gaze turning icy as he stared at her movements.

When Yan Haoyu's mother saw that she hadn't caught anyone, but instead saw a tall figure in front of her, she looked up at the man blocking her way and found that his cold gaze was fixed on her hands. She was so frightened that her hands trembled violently and her back stiffened as she abruptly pulled her hands back.

At the same time, Chen Yingsheng and Yang Wenyuan, who heard the commotion, also came out of the ward and stood at the door looking in this direction.

Because of the angle, they didn't see Yan Haoyu's mother. Seeing that it was Han Xi and Fang Li, Yang Wenyuan stood at the door without moving, and Chen Yingsheng stepped over.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing Chen Yingsheng in his white coat, Yan Haoyu's mother instantly felt like she had seen a savior and rushed over to grab Chen Yingsheng's hand, crying and pleading.

"Doctor, doctor! You have to help me!"

Chen Yingsheng, unaware of the woman's identity, patiently said as a doctor, "Don't rush, tell me what's wrong."

Upon hearing this, Yan Haoyu's mother immediately broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "My son, my son has been beaten! The other person is currently staying in a VIP ward at your hospital. Please, you must help me find out who beat my son and which ward he's in! I want justice for my son, doctor!"

The more Chen Yingsheng listened, the more something seemed amiss.

He glanced at Han Xi, who remained silent beside him, then at Fang Li, whose expression was strange, and frowned as he asked, "May I ask who your son is...?"

“My son’s surname is Yan. He lives in ward 309 downstairs. He’s only eighteen years old, but he was beaten so badly that his spleen ruptured!”

"..." Chen Yingsheng's smile froze for a moment, then vanished instantly.