Twenty minutes later, by the entrance of the emergency room at First Hospital.
Since the patient was An Tongtong, a member of the An family, the hospital had called in a trauma specialist.
The An family couldn’t hear the details of the doctors’ conversation, but from their serious expressions, they knew Tongtong’s injury was no small matter.
“Tell me, Shaohua, did you push Tongtong?” Mrs. An shifted her gaze from Tongtong to Ye Shaohua, her voice cold.
Ye Shaohua didn’t respond immediately. She stood by the emergency room door, her clear, cold eyes fixed on Mrs. An.
“If I said I didn’t, would you believe me?” Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a faint shadow over her eyes. Her voice was icy.
“You didn’t?” Mrs. An seemed furious, but her upbringing prevented her from causing a scene in public. “Then what about the recording on Tongtong’s phone? How do you explain what you said?”
She held Tongtong’s phone, her eyes filled with disappointment as she stared at Ye Shaohua.
Under the influence of the original host’s emotions, Ye Shaohua clenched her fists so tightly that her fingertips turned white.
Since arriving in this world, there was one thing she hadn’t understood: why did the original host hate An Tongtong so much? Now, she finally understood.
In a situation where she was isolated and standing against everyone, it was no wonder the original host had spiraled into darkness. No one had guided her on what was right or wrong. She had stumbled down a path of mistakes, leading to her ultimate ruin.
“What about you?” Ye Shaohua turned to Mr. An, An Tingjun, and Uncle Yao, who were standing nearby.
Mr. An glanced at Tongtong lying in the emergency room, his expression unreadable. He sighed, “Shaohua said she didn’t do it. Why keep pressing her? This might just be a misunderstanding.”
An Tingjun had one hand in his pocket, his eyes fixed anxiously on Tongtong in the emergency room. He didn’t even seem to hear what Ye Shaohua was saying.
Uncle Yao, on the other hand, shot Ye Shaohua a cold, disdainful look, his disgust barely concealed.
“Brother-in-law, since Tongtong isn’t safe at your place, once she’s out, she’ll come stay with us at the Yao family. She has a competition coming up, and we can’t afford any mistakes,” he said, turning away from Ye Shaohua. “It’s better to avoid any further misunderstandings.”
At this, Ye Shaohua finally smiled. She said softly, “I see.”
An Tingjun glanced at her, noticing the calm darkness in her eyes, and suddenly felt a pang of unease.
“What kind of normal person goes around recording others’ conversations for no reason?” Old Master An glanced at the emergency room, then at the people in the hallway. “Have you all lost your minds?”
He walked slowly to Ye Shaohua’s side and patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Grandpa’s here.”
Ye Shaohua’s expression softened slightly, and she nodded.
Old Master An’s words also echoed Mrs. An’s doubts. If not for that, she would have already sent Ye Shaohua away.
She didn’t know under what circumstances Ye Shaohua had said those things. She had hoped the two could get along, but things had turned out like this.
Just then, two figures rushed out of the elevator, pushing Ye Shaohua aside as they entered the emergency room.
It was Ye Guoqing and his wife.
“Tongtong, are you okay?” Mrs. Ye looked at Tongtong’s wounds with heartache.
An Tongtong opened her eyes, her teeth chattering. “I’m fine, really. It’s not Shaohua’s fault. I just… I was careless…”
Mrs. Ye took a deep breath, exchanged a few words with the attending doctor, and then stepped out of the room.
“So it’s you. You’re the one who put our Tongtong in the emergency room?” She glared at Ye Shaohua, her eyes burning with anger.
“Tongtong has a world competition tomorrow. You’re a failure yourself, but you can’t stand to see others succeed, can you? Listen here, Ye Shaohua, if anything happens to Tongtong, you’ll regret it!”
Mrs. Ye had been tidying up Tongtong’s room at home when she received a call from a hospital colleague, informing her that Tongtong had been pushed by Ye Shaohua and was now in the emergency room.
Ye Guoqing was still looking into the emergency room, where Tongtong’s arm was wrapped in bandages, stained with fresh blood. Her body was covered in injuries.
His gaze toward Ye Shaohua couldn’t help but carry a hint of blame. He sighed, feeling that today’s incident was partly due to his own failure as a parent.
“I’ll say it again: it wasn’t me.” Ye Shaohua stood beside Old Master An, ignoring Mrs. Ye. She looked directly at Ye Guoqing and said, word by word, “Dad, do you believe me?”
Her eyes were unusually dark and unwavering.
For a moment, Ye Guoqing’s heart softened.
But Mrs. Ye was beyond reasoning. All she could see was Tongtong’s suffering. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it? Why is Tongtong in the emergency room and not you? You’re not the one competing tomorrow. Her hands are priceless. Why couldn’t it have been you? Tell me!”
Her expression was terrifying as she raised her hand to slap Ye Shaohua.
The movement was so fast that even An Tingjun couldn’t react in time.
The onlookers instinctively closed their eyes, but the expected sound of a slap never came.
Mrs. Ye felt her wrist caught as if by an iron clamp.
She looked up and saw a young man in a white lab coat holding her wrist. He had a buzz cut and an unfamiliar face.
She had worked in the hospital for years and knew most of the staff, but this young man seemed unfamiliar. She had a vague sense of recognition but couldn’t place him.
“Auntie, who I am isn’t important. But there’s something you need to understand,” the young man said calmly, a faint smile on his lips. “You should be grateful it wasn’t Miss Ye who ended up in there today. If it had been her, let me be clear—every single one of you here,” he pointed at each member of the Ye, An, and Yao families, “would be finished. Not a single one of you would escape unscathed.”
By then, the people from the national laboratory would have gotten involved, and Mo YunChuan wouldn’t have let them off easily.
“The value of her hands is beyond your comprehension. But starting today, you need to understand this: her hands are more important than all of your heads combined.”
The young man released Mrs. Ye’s wrist and stepped back, his expression calm but firm.
