"Don't tell me... something went wrong with Dean Song's surgery..."
she mumbled, her tone laced with hesitation.
As soon as she finished speaking, she had already vanished down the end of the corridor.
Mrs. Yuan's mind exploded.
She staggered back two steps, her back hitting the cold wall.
The words she just heard echoed endlessly in her mind.
'Something went wrong with the surgery?'
'Is that surgery the reason Old Yuan became like this?'
"Song Qingya!"
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she ground her teeth as she abruptly looked up at the door.
"It must have been you! You're the one who harmed Old Yuan! You did this!! You want him dead!!"
At almost the exact same moment, the door to the hospital room was gently pushed open.
Song Qingya, dressed in a clean white coat, walked in, still carrying the slight chill of the corridor on her shoulders.
The moment she entered the room, her gaze swept precisely to the hospital bed.
