"Old Gu, who exactly is your wife? You are favoring this ungrateful brat!" Mrs. Gu yelled at Gu’s father.
Gu Yan frowned, "Aunt Gu, my dad is still ill, please lower your voice."
Mrs. Gu glared at Gu Yan with red eyes, "With a vixen like you, I wish I could strangle you! Why did we adopt you in the first place? You’re here to bring us bad luck, vixen, beast!"
Gu Yan pressed her lips together, feeling very upset, but considering Gu’s father’s health, she forced herself to hold back her anger.
Gu’s father spoke up, "Gu Yan, you should go find the doctor first."
Gu Yan nodded towards Gu’s father, "Then I’ll come see you later."
Gu Yan left the room but could still hear Mrs. Gu’s hoarse screams inside, while Gu’s father remained silent.
"Why did you insist on bringing her back? Letting her fend for herself outside would have been better. Now we’re all unsettled, and not only does she not show gratitude, but she also refuses to take out money to save you when you’re dying!"
"She has no obligation to save me. From beginning to end, it is our Gu Family that owes her! She’s supported us for so many years, and it’s been our gain. You need to see the reality!"
Mrs. Gu seemed to recall something, and her angry expression suddenly froze.
Gu’s father closed his eyes wearily and stopped speaking.
The hospital room returned to silence.
After leaving the room, Gu Yan turned a corner and sat directly on a bench in the hallway, her eyes lifeless.
She truly was foolish, for even though words had been spoken so definitively, she still hoped Mrs. Gu would have a bit of motherly affection for her. Unfortunately, Mrs. Gu continually shattered her hopes without mercy.
She didn’t want much, just a warm home.
What a grand luxury that was.
She thought of her own biological mother.
In her memory, her mother was a gentle and graceful woman, exuding an air of a refined literary family from a bygone era. She spoke softly, afraid of disturbing others, and was very kind-hearted.
Her mother and Mrs. Gu were completely opposite types of people.
Patients, visitors, and doctors in white coats passed through the hallway, but no one stopped to look.
Gu Yan kept her head lowered, blood still staining her forehead, and the wound oozing a thin trickle of blood.
Mrs. Gu struck her hard, and the wound looked ghastly, but Gu Yan felt no pain at the moment.
Someone walked past Gu Yan while talking on the phone, "Young Master Tang, although I am your personal doctor, I am also a doctor of the hospital. If you have nothing else, don’t disturb me. It’s quite odd, why would someone like you suddenly call me with such trivial matters?"
The person paused, "Young Master Tang, I am busy right now, I will chat with you later." After speaking, he decisively hung up the phone.
He seemed to notice that something was off with Gu Yan and stepped back to stand before her.
Gu Yan didn’t notice at all, until after a while, the person in front of her couldn’t help but cough gently to remind the absent-minded Gu Yan.
"Miss, your forehead is still bleeding. Would you like to apply some medicine?" A gentle voice came from above, and Gu Yan looked up in confusion.
The man in front was wearing a doctor’s white coat, with a friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, looking elegant like a jade tree.
"What’s the matter?" Gu Yan asked curiously.
Xiang Linghao’s gaze paused, realizing that she hadn’t heard what he said.
"Your forehead is injured, would you like me to apply some medicine?"