Chapter 79: Chapter 79: How could the wrong medicine be used? Don’t you think it looks like it was done on purpose?

Zhou Lin couldn’t stand it, walked over with a cold face, bent down to pick her up, and strode into Zhang Yuanheng’s office.

They had become regulars here recently.

Zhang Yuanheng had gotten used to it. He set down whatever he was holding and walked over. After glancing at Cheng Zhiwei’s complexion, he asked, "Where does the Young Madam feel uncomfortable?"

Cheng Zhiwei sat on the couch and extended her hand, "Cut by glass."

She opened her palm, revealing a hand full of blood.

Zhang Yuanheng immediately brought over a medical kit, checked the wound first, then treated it, and admonished, "Remember not to get it wet."

Cheng Zhiwei pointed to the blood stains on her trousers, "Could you have a nurse take care of these as well?"

The blood stains had already dried, presenting a dark red color.

Zhang Yuanheng’s scalp tingled, and he quickly added, "With so many wounds, did the Young Madam roll in broken glass?"

Zhou Lin’s brows knitted tightly together, thinking about the blood stains on her body—that indeed looked like she had rolled in broken glass.

She... doesn’t it hurt?

Cheng Zhiwei shook her head without speaking and followed the nurse to another room.

Zhang Yuanheng washed his hands and came back. Zhou Lin was leaning on the couch, legs crossed, fingers tapping on his knee, his gaze steadfast, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhang Yuanheng brewed some tea for him and, after some thought, couldn’t help but say, "I’ve noticed the Young Madam looks very pale and seems unwell. Has something happened?"

Zhou Lin couldn’t answer that question because he was the culprit behind Cheng Zhiwei’s poor mental state.

Zhang Yuanheng was actually a bit scared of Zhou Lin, but due to his compassionate medical instinct, after carefully considering his words, he couldn’t hold back and said, "If a person is under great mental stress for a long time, it’s easy for their mental state to suffer. I’ve noticed that every time the Young Madam comes here, she looks very pale and lacks energy..."

"Zhang Yuanheng, are you her personal doctor?" Zhou Lin interrupted him irritably, speaking casually, "What stress could she possibly have?"

In the past, the Cheng Shang couple doted on her, and later, even after doing such shameless acts, her parents would still back her up.

After marrying into the Zhou Family, Mr. and Mrs. Zhou Chenyuan treated her even better than they treated their own son.

She hadn’t suffered a bit, what stress could she have?

Zhang Yuanheng, not being eloquent, had spoken out earlier because he was genuinely worried about Cheng Zhiwei’s condition. Now being rebuffed by Zhou Lin like this, he found himself at a loss for words.

After a while, a nurse brought Cheng Zhiwei back in along with three tubes of ointment.

Zhou Lin’s brow twitched, "You need so much ointment?"

The nurse explained, "Miss Cheng’s wounds are quite small and scattered, and some are rather deep. To fully scab over, she will need this much."

Cheng Zhiwei had already taken the ointment, her expression tender, her tone light, "I understand, thank you."

Zhang Yuanheng repeated his warning, "Absolutely avoid getting any water on it for the next few days or it will scar."

"Mhm," Cheng Zhiwei agreed, then asked Zhang Yuanheng, "Do you have any sleeping pills?"

"Sleeping pills?" Zhang Yuanheng was taken aback, nearly biting his own tongue.

Zhou Lin’s brow furrowed deeply, and he snatched Cheng Zhiwei’s wrist, pulling her close, "What kind of crooked idea are you entertaining now?"

Mentioning sleeping pills in front of him on purpose, was she trying to threaten him?

Cheng Zhiwei didn’t look at Zhou Lin, even as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, she appeared indifferent.

"I’ve been having insomnia lately, always unable to sleep, and wanted to take some sleeping pills," she explained, then after a thought, she added, "If you don’t have any here, I’ll buy them somewhere else."

"We have some," Zhang Yuanheng hurriedly said, "but there are regulations. We need to make a record, and we can’t give out too much at once."

"I just need a few pills; I might get better after some time."

After obtaining the medicine, the driver took Cheng Zhiwei and Zhou Lin back to Sparkling Sky City.

Upon arriving home, Wang Mei was the first to come out, fussing with concern, "Young Madam, what happened? Have you looked at your wounds, are they serious, did you buy any medicine?"

Zhou Lin looked down at Cheng Zhiwei and realized that she had been injured at home.

Cheng Zhiwei patiently answered in detail, "I’ve already seen Zhang Yuanheng and got some medicine. It’s not serious."

Wang Mei breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and smiled, "That’s good, that’s good. Lunch will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

"Mhm."

Cheng Zhiwei put away the ointment, went upstairs to change into a skirt, and saw that her fair legs had many wounds but because she had almost knelt on the broken glass, some of the wounds were quite deep.

Her legs were long, straight, and white, attributes Xu Tian most envied, but it was a pity she didn’t know whether they would leave scars in the future.

The phone rang.

Cheng Zhiwei glanced at the name and hurriedly answered, "Brother Qiancheng."

Meng Qiancheng’s voice came through, filled with tender apology, "I know everything now, Weiwei, I’m sorry, it’s my fault you got dragged into this."

"I’m the one who dragged you into this." Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, feeling it was she who should apologize; it was because she had offended Zhou Lin that Zhou Lin went looking for trouble with Meng Qiancheng.

"I don’t mind, but you, the way Zhou Lin treated you, I... it hurts me." Meng Qiancheng’s voice lowered significantly, his amorous feelings hidden within.

Cheng Zhiwei felt a sourness in her nose and nearly let tears fall; she was so vulnerable to others’ concern that just a few words almost made her spill all her grievances.

Fortunately, she did not want to worry Meng Qiancheng and held back her tears with effort.

"I’m used to it, it’s okay." Those simple five words encapsulated everything.

However, Meng Qiancheng became agitated, "Zhou Lin merely dares to act so unscrupulously because he was born into luxury and has a distinguished family background. If he were just an ordinary person like you and me, what would he be good for?"

His words carried a certain biting resentment.

Cheng Zhiwei held the phone, stunned. Meng Qiancheng’s resentful words were full of jealousy, and she was taken aback by them.

Even having suffered such ordeal at Zhou Lin’s hands, she never considered resenting her own ordinary background because Zhou Lin came from a better one.

She was momentarily lost for words.

Meng Qiancheng’s voice got a bit choked up, "I’m sorry, Weiwei, I was too agitated just now. I shouldn’t have said such things."

"It’s okay." Cheng Zhiwei replied softly.

"It’s just that... I want to take you away from him, but then I realize I can’t even hold a candle to him," Meng Qiancheng confessed in deep self-blame, "Weiwei, I’m sorry, I’m useless."

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, her eyes also reddening.

She could understand Meng Qiancheng’s feelings, but how could she blame him for her own problems?

"Brother Qiancheng, you don’t need to worry about me..."

"There’s another matter." Meng Qiancheng took a deep breath, his voice steadying, "I’ve wanted to talk to you about it for a long time, but I kept thinking it over and was afraid it would affect your relationship with Zhou Lin, so I never brought it up."

"What is it?"

"About the incident where you were given the wrong medication, I thought about it a lot. The hospital follows strict rules, and the nurses are professional, so how could they make a mistake with your medication? Weiwei, don’t you think it seems like it was designed on purpose?"

A "buzz" sounded in Cheng Zhiwei’s head; she gripped the phone tightly, her whole body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

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