"Sheng Ning, stop being so mysterious." Zhou Yuan grabbed Sheng Ningâs wrist, the one holding the knife, and said without backing down, "Even if the medical staff arenât here, my husbandâs assistant is."
Chen Huaying crossed her arms and sneered, "Su Huaiâan is just outside. I bet heâs having a heart-to-heart with Chairman Haiâs assistant right about now!"
"You!" The situation was against themâfour of the others, just two of them, and Lanlan was injured, so they couldnât possibly win a fight.
Sheng Ning had become shameless, willing to go all out in a quarrel.
Suddenly, Sheng Ning thrust the knife in her hand toward Hai Lanâs face.
"Ah..." The piercing scream nearly lifted the ceiling. The distant medical staff and the assistant sent away by Su Huaiâan finally heard the commotion and rushed back.
"What happened? What happened?" A crowd of people stormed in.
"Nothing, nothing!"
"Just joking!"
Chen Huaying and others laughed awkwardly.
"Murder, someoneâs going to murder someone." Zhou Yuanâs legs went weak.
Sheng Ning quickly pulled out the knife stuck beside Hai Lanâs ear, sending pillow stuffing flying everywhere. She glanced at Hai Lan, who had her eyes tightly shut in fear, a look of disdain flashing in her eyes.
With such little courage, she still wants to harm others; itâs simply courting death.
"Who are you people? Itâs not visitation hours."
Faced with the doctorâs reprimand, Sheng Ning ignored him, directly waving off the obstructing hand, and left with her people. Lu Dabao followed at the end, not forgetting to say cheerfully before leaving, "Aunt Zhou, Hai Lan, take good care of your injuries! Weâll come and visit you often."
Zhou Yuanâs face was livid, her breathing rapid, clearly infuriated.
"Iâll go get a few more people." Hai Shuangjieâs assistant sized up the room, roughly understanding the cause of the incident, left a sentence, and turned to leave.
The doctor glanced at the ruined pillow, instructing, "Get the patient a new pillow, then bring in two bottles of glucose."
"Okay."
"Aunt, Lanlan, are you alright?" Song Huwen rushed in, tense and concerned, "What were they doing here? Visiting cousin Lanlan?"
Zhou Yuanâs eyes narrowed, making Song Huwenâs heart race.
Just now, Liu Yilanâs words involuntarily floated to her mind. She said Song Huwen had helped them, which was why everyone was sent away. Sure enough, that old hagâs daughter is no good either, a little vixen as scheming as her shameless mother.
"Aunt, what exactly happened? How did Lanlan get hurt? Iâm sorry I didnât know you were here, or I would have come earlier to see Lanlan."
Zhou Yuan kept a cold face, "When were you transferred here?"
"Two months ago."
"Thatâs quick!"
Song Huwen didnât know how to respond, but she kept her guard up. Before coming, her mother specifically mentioned that Zhou Yuan was an unpopular daughter-in-law in the Hai Family, never having had a child, not worth worrying about.
Now she didnât think so. Time changes people in many ways. Her mother hasnât returned for years; some people are not as foolish as they once were.
"Aunt, what happened with Lanlanâs injury?"
"Injured by some depraved people." Such a disgraceful event, Zhou Yuan naturally wouldnât broadcast it, "By the way, where are you staying now?"
Song Huwenâs eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Iâm staying in a dorm with my colleagues."
"Why not move back to the compound?"