Cui Xiaoman, according to Li Fang, always carried herself with her nose in the air.
Because she was beautiful when she was young, she had many admirers who sought to advance together with her, and she always looked down on others. She rarely regarded people with respect.
Li Fang, just like now, was straightforward by nature, and the two never really got along.
They only interacted during Xiaoman’s wedding because they were neighbors, and Li Fang attended the ceremony to contribute a gift of money.
Cui Xiaoman married a young talent. It was this man, named Dong Meng, who brought her to the hospital this time.
The pair was seen as a match of equal talents and beauty, but unfortunately, not long after their wedding, rumors of their public arguments started to spread.
Cui Xiaoman had a bad temper and had offended many, which was why the news spread so fast.
Mostly by those who enjoyed watching her troubles.
Later, as Dong Meng started doing business and accumulated more capital, the conflict between the two became increasingly apparent.
Occasionally, the man would step out with scratch marks on his face, clearly from long fingernails.
Li Fang met Cui Xiaoman once later on.
Perhaps due to an unsatisfied life, Xiaoman had already lost the youthful vitality of her younger days.
Her skin was sallow; the corners of her mouth and her eyes drooped downward, and she looked at everyone as if she were a creditor.
Cui Xiaoman encountered Li Fang when she was visiting her parents’ home; they exchanged glances, and Cui Xiaoman snorted coldly as she turned her head with a twist.
At this point, Li Fang couldn’t help but reflect, "Honestly, seeing her play such a good hand so poorly, I don’t even feel like getting upset with her; instead, I feel pity. But she clearly can’t see that and thinks everyone is laughing at her."
However, in just a short period of two years.
This time, when Li Fang saw Cui Xiaoman in the hospital, she was taken aback to find that not only had Xiaoman regained her youthful beauty, but her husband also doted on her as before, prompting Li Fang to consider getting her vision checked first thing tomorrow.
It could be that her eyes were the problem.
Hearing Li Fang’s story, Yan Sinian was lost in thought.
Aunt Wang, however, had the expression of someone engrossed in a story, and even joked with Li Fang.
"Since you’re somewhat acquainted, why don’t you visit her after she recovers? You might as well ask how she maintained such a youthful appearance."
Li Fang scoffed. "I’m not going. I’m not putting myself through that."
It was clear she harbored deep resentment towards Cui Xiaoman.
After hearing the gossip, Yan Sinian didn’t prolong his stay and simply advised Aunt Wang to get some good rest and to look after her health after being discharged.
Yet in his mind, he had reached a conclusion.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws, which even cultivators find hard to oppose.
The situation with Cui Xiaoman must be the work of an evil cultivator’s Curse Technique.
Making deals with evil cultivators is like selling your soul to the devil.
One is bound to pay a price.
Yet greed leads people step by step into their traps until the evil cultivators drain them of their last drop of blood.
Clearly, Cui Xiaoman had suffered a backlash.
If it were anywhere else, Yan Sinian would definitely not bother; after all, it was Cui Xiaoman’s own choice.
But coincidentally, she had been brought to People’s Hospital, and it just so happened that it was Yan Sinian’s shift that day when she was admitted.
Wearing this garb symbolizing life-saving and helping the wounded, Cui Xiaoman became his responsibility.
As his master often said, it was destined to be so.
Yan Sinian then ceased to worry about it.
That very night, he called Dong Meng to his office.
Because Yan Sinian could treat his wife, Dong Meng was extremely respectful towards him.
"Doctor Yan, this is a little expression of my gratitude." He handed over a thick envelope, and who knows where he had withdrawn the money from in the middle of the night.
Yan Sinian, however, didn’t even glance at it and had no intention of touching it.
"I don’t take money." It’s all covered in germs.
Dong Meng, who had heard that Yan Sinian never accepted red envelopes and initially thought it was just a pretense, ran into a dead end and then realized that Yan Sinian truly had little interest in money.
"I called you here to get you to sign this," Yan Sinian said as he handed over a consent form he had just printed out.
Dong Meng took it and-read closely, his brow furrowing.
"Doctor Yan, I don’t understand. What does it mean that all the consequences after the treatment will be solely borne by the patient and their family..."