Volume 1, Chapter 10: Drawing a Line? Sit Over Here, Time for Your Injection!

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Song Weiying nodded slightly, and the nurse closed the door and left. While preparing the injection, she glanced at her again and said, “Come, sit down.”

Although Ji Yao wasn’t clear about the details or what she had done to offend her, she remained silent and walked straight to the patient’s chair. As she took off her pants, Song Weiying asked, “Which side did Dr. He inject before?”

“The right side.”

The first time He Yancheng injected was on the right side, the second time on the left. However, the first injection was clearly given with emotion and was particularly painful, causing muscle soreness even after so many days. Ji Yao deliberately reversed the order when she answered.

Song Weiying approached the left side, and as she inserted the needle, she said, “You probably don’t know, but for doctors like Dr. He and me, who have high seniority, it’s practically impossible to inject patients ourselves. I’ve looked closely at the medicine you’re getting—it’s a special formulation, costing about five hundred thousand yuan per injection. It’s good that you have money, but just because you’re wealthy, insisting that Dr. He inject you isn’t quite appropriate, is it?”

She had entered the hospital in the same batch as He Yancheng, both in internal medicine, with excellent medical skills and education. When she received He Yancheng’s request last night, she agreed immediately. This morning, seeing the patient’s records, she realized the patient was a woman, which instantly dampened her mood. Now, seeing Ji Yao in person—who was quite beautiful, matching her own looks—made her even more displeased.

“Five hundred thousand?”

Ji Yao gasped in surprise. Regarding the injection fee, He Yancheng had previously given her a bill of just over a hundred yuan, which she took to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine. No one had told her the cost was off.

After finishing the injection, Song Weiying stood up, her eyes full of disdain. “Usually, your husband must be the one paying, right? You don’t even know how much the medical fee is. Your husband really trusts you! Aren’t you jealous that such a handsome male doctor is giving you injections?”

The first time Ji Yao met He Yancheng at the hospital, she sensed he was the hospital’s favorite and the object of affection among many female doctors. Recently, she had been spending time with He Yancheng, so it was normal for her to be seen as a target of jealousy.

She said nothing, and after the injection, she prepared to leave. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a keychain on the desk—a pink cartoon pig.

At that moment, Song Weiying was using He Yancheng’s desk since he was away. While writing prescriptions with a pen, she impatiently said, “If you’re not feeling unwell, don’t hang around here. I’m busy, and there are many patients waiting after you!”

Ji Yao breathed softly and pointed at the keychain. “Um… could you pass me that? It’s mine.”

Song Weiying immediately stopped writing, her eyebrows drooping sharply, her beautiful face turning strangely sinister.

“You’re saying this is yours?!”

Last night, He Yancheng was suddenly sent on a business trip. He asked his assistant to bring him some hospital documents. Song Weiying had taken the opportunity to push the assistant aside and delivered the documents to his home. When leaving, she found this keychain had fallen off He Yancheng. Instead of returning it immediately, she hid it because she noticed it was clearly a woman’s keychain. Since He Yancheng had no girlfriend, he must have someone he liked. She was determined to find out who this woman was and warn her to stay far away from He Yancheng. She thought it would take time to discover, but fate had handed it to her effortlessly!

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Song Weiying stood up, her tone involuntarily sharp. “You’re already married, how dare you still pester Dr. He? Have you lost all shame?”

Misunderstood this way, Ji Yao felt deeply pained but tried hard to control her emotions.

“I’m not pestering him. He asked me to get this injection. If you have complaints or questions, ask Dr. He. Getting mad at me won’t help. I will come for follow-up appointments as needed.”

“You…”

Song Weiying’s lips curled slightly with malice in her eyes. Ji Yao didn’t want to give her the chance to insult her further, so she grabbed the keychain and turned to leave.

Song Weiying’s anger burst like a fireball, and she wildly threw the work manuals and notebooks on the desk to the floor.

That night, He Yancheng sent Ji Yao several WeChat messages asking if she had gotten the injection today. She saw them but chose not to reply. Although Song Weiying’s words were harsh, they were truthful. Ji Yao was not divorced yet, and He Yancheng was much younger. She, as his “sister,” being close to him was not good for either party.

Thinking this through, she blocked He Yancheng on WeChat.

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In another province, inside a five-star hotel.

He Yancheng finished a cigarette and, seeing no reply from Ji Yao to his messages, sent another. A red exclamation mark appeared on his screen with a note that she was not his friend, meaning she had blocked him.

It was the first time He Yancheng had ever been blocked.

Staring at the phone, his dark eyes glimmered with a faint, hidden flame. Furrowing his brow, he called Ji Yao’s number but after several rings, there was no answer. He lowered his head, eyes cold and lips pressed into a straight line.

“Drawing the line? Good.”

He took a cigarette from the pack, resting his arm on the chair, and dialed another number. “Old Western-style house in the prime area of Huaiyang Road—I’ll buy it for a hundred million.”

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That afternoon, at the Xie family villa.

Ji Yao had expected Xie Huaijin to stay out another day, but unexpectedly, he returned that afternoon, thoughtfully bringing her a modest gift—a food item.

While Xie Huaijin went to shower, Ji Yao rummaged through his suitcase and found a very expensive necklace, obviously meant for Qin Zhenzhen.

The mistress got expensive gifts, while she, the wife, got cheap ones. In Xie Huaijin’s heart, she and Qin Zhenzhen were incomparable.

After showering, Xie Huaijin, still in his suit, approached her with a faint smile. “Wife, let’s go to your parents’ home for dinner tonight. I brought gifts for my parents. This necklace is for my mother. Do you think she’ll like it?”

He took out the necklace Ji Yao had seen—not for the mistress but for his own mother. She had misunderstood him. But could he really be this kind?

Ji Yao fell silent.

Xie Huaijin went to her dressing room, personally picked out a dress, and placed it before her. “Good wife, put this on. We’ll leave soon.”

When Xie Huaijin closed the door to leave, Ji Yao was still surprised, feeling a warm current rising in her chest, as if all her usual sadness had lifted, leaving her somewhat bewildered. Could it be that his recent trip was due to breaking up with Qin Zhenzhen? Was he trying to return to the family?

She couldn’t figure it out but obediently changed into the dress. On her way out of the bedroom, she passed the study and overheard Xie Huaijin speaking on the phone to Qin Zhenzhen.

“Baby, don’t worry. I’ll take Ji Yao to your parents’ place soon. I’ll definitely clarify the house situation! Those two old wretches said they wouldn’t sell, but suddenly the house was sold! Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of it. I promised you, that location will have a clothing design company for you—I won’t break my word!”

The old Western-style house owned by Ji Yao’s parents was in a prime spot, with only their family residing there. One of the main reasons Xie Huaijin had delayed divorcing her was to acquire this property cheaply, buy it in someone else’s name, and set up a branch company for himself. The old couple had nearly been worn down, but now, with this sudden news that a mysterious buyer had purchased the house, he had rushed back in anger and spent a large sum buying a necklace for his mother-in-law. He was determined to reclaim that house!

Ji Yao hid behind the door, hearing everything, and immediately returned to her room. Tears streamed from her weary eyes. How could she have been so foolish to think Xie Huaijin had changed? It was all a conspiracy between him and Qin Zhenzhen. Not only had he cheated and fathered an illegitimate child, but he was also scheming to seize her parents’ only asset—he wanted to utterly destroy her family!

What a ruthless man!

Her heart, fallen into the abyss, was gradually pulled back up by a clear and resolute will. Just then, her phone rang. It was her father.

“Yao Yao, the old house your mother and I live in was bought by a big businessman who says it will be demolished tomorrow. I heard from my son-in-law that the house was reserved for you for a big purpose. What should we do? Should we sell it or not?”

Wiping away her tears, Ji Yao steadied herself. “Dad, can you contact this businessman? I want to meet him.”

“I can. I’ll send you the information.”