But soon, she regained her composure. He’s not feeling sorry for you, but for his baby!
Si Mingjing spoke calmly, "It’s nothing. Those who injured t bad ends; they’ve already gone to see the King of Hell."
Only then did Mo Yinhe’s towering rage begin to subside slightly. He hated himself for not having gone to Prison Star in ti to bring her back.
He slipped the pendant around his neck, tucking the Pentacle Dragon Scale’s core inside his collar, resting it against his chest, warming it.
In fact, what he wanted to warm was not the cold Pentacle Dragon Scale, but her, who had once been injured.
Si Mingjing saw it all, her head feeling slightly feverish.
This man, could he be any less subtle?
At this mont, how she hated her perceptiveness!
If only she were a sweet and simple soul!
At least her heart wouldn’t feel so embarrassed and awkward now!
Ye Shen knelt beside them, shivering, and forgot to rise. His eyes were vacant as he asked, "Bro, what are you talking about? Why don’t I understand?"
Mo Yinhe cast a cold glance at his foolish younger brother. "Considering the hefty price your sister-in-law paid on your behalf, I’ll spare you this ti. But if there’s a next ti..."
"Bro, I promise there won’t be a next ti."
Ye Shen’s apology was definitely sincere, but to this day, he still didn’t know what he had done wrong.
He dared not ask, nor did he dare say.
Ye Shen, overco with fright, temporarily lost the ability to think and wanted only to flee.
Before leaving, he grabbed Si Mingjing’s arm, dragging her away as she tried to reclaim the pendant.
"Let’s go, let’s go, Miss Si! Why are you upset about a pendant? It was originally my brother’s anyway; it’s just being returned to its rightful owner. If you like jewelry necklaces, I’ll take you to a jewelry store to buy one as thanks for saving my life."
Mo Yinhe didn’t stop Ye Shen from pulling her away. Otherwise, that woman would have absolutely insisted on snatching the pendant back.
Si Mingjing didn’t go to the jewelry store. Ye Shen forcibly dragged her into the car. She sat in the passenger seat and, noticing the car speeding off, said in frustration, "Do you know Zhang’s Clinic? Take there."
Ye Shen drove expertly. "Miss Si, that’s too vague. Could you be more specific? Which district, which street, and what’s the street number?"
"I don’t know. I think it’s on Mony Road. The surna is Zhang."
"I know where Mony Road is. You’re a top-notch traditional Chinese dicine expert; why are you going to a traditional Chinese dicine hospital?"
Si Mingjing said frankly, "To find soone. My master on Prison Star asked to bring sothing to her family."
Ye Shen drove her to Mony Road.
Mony Road was in the old city district. Many old-style apartnt buildings there hadn’t been demolished. The roads were narrow and crowded, and street food vendors lined the roadsides, filling the air with the vibrant bustle of daily life.
In an alley on Mony Road, Si Mingjing found a small clinic, no larger than forty square ters.
A noisy, chaotic crowd had gathered at the entrance of the small clinic. Two people were carrying a stretcher with an eight or nine-year-old girl on it.
A woman in her forties nad Li Yuelan scread in agony, a pain like ten thousand arrows piercing her heart, "You botched the treatnt and dare to deny it? Even the Western doctors said your clinic prescribed the wrong dicine that caused my daughter’s cerebral palsy! My daughter is so young, and now she has brain damage! You must take responsibility for her!"
Li Yuelan had brought many relatives, all indignant and united in demanding an explanation from Zhang’s Clinic.
The atmosphere was extrely tense, ready to explode at any mont.
It looked as though they were ready to smash Zhang’s Clinic.
Onlookers stood by, watching the commotion with relish, murmuring among themselves.
"Cerebral palsy? That’s like taking a life. This is going to cost them a fortune."
"Without a settlent of at least several hundred thousand, this isn’t going to blow over."
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