Lin Xiaoyin tried to smooth things over.
"Alright, you two, say less. Go pay the medical fees first."
Pushing open the hospital room door, they saw a young man lying on the bed, his complexion ruddy but his eyes tightly shut.
Yang Zhen recognized the face. The last time he saw him, the man had run into the middle of the road.
Through the car window, Yang Zhen could see the terror on his face.
A woman sat beside the hospital bed.
Hearing the door open, she stood up, her tone sharp.
"Why are you only arriving now? I've been calling for ages!"
Lin Xiaoyin quickly apologized.
"I'm so sorry, we were delayed on the way. Please don't worry, I'll give you the medical fees right away."
Lin Xiaolan, her expression blank, said coldly, "What's your account number? I'll transfer the money to you."
While the others were talking, Yang Zhen sat by the bed and felt the patient's wrist.
He had intended to be helpful, to check on the patient's condition.
But as soon as he touched him, his eyes widened.
"Xiaolan, don't transfer the money yet!"
His shout startled the woman.
She looked flustered and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Yang Zhen glanced at her. "I know a little about medicine and want to see how the patient is doing!"
The Lin sisters were bewildered. Since when did Yang Zhen know medicine? Wasn't he always a programmer?
At this moment, the woman reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, frantically pushing Yang Zhen away.
"Who asked you to look? Get out!"
During the struggle, the woman let out a cry of surprise.
"Hey? Aren't you the one who caused the accident? You're awake?"
"You murderer, look at what you've done! My husband has been lying in the hospital for six months."
"And you, you woke up first!"
"I want you to pay, I want you to pay with your life!"
The woman, like a madwoman, clawed and scratched at Yang Zhen.
Chaos erupted, and the situation was spiraling out of control.
"Xiaolan, transfer the money quickly. Yang Zhen, leave now, don't provoke the patient's family further!"
Yang Zhen shouted, "You can't give her the money!"
"Are you useless or not? If you're not embarrassed, I am!
"You're not paying the money, so why are you barking like that?"
Lin Xiaolan was furious.
How could her sister find such a brother-in-law!
It was bad enough that he was useless, but he was also uncouth, unreasonable, and shameless.
At this moment, Yang Zhen's body trembled, and he threw the woman to the ground.
The woman sat on the ground, wailing.
"Murder! This murderer is trying to silence me! Help!"
Lin Xiaoyin's head ached. She couldn't understand why Yang Zhen was acting out again.
She even wondered if Yang Zhen's brain had been damaged from sleeping for six months.
But Yang Zhen ignored them, grabbing the patient's collar.
Frowning, he roared, "Beast, aren't you going to wake up?"
The woman lunged at Yang Zhen like a mad dog.
Lin Xiaoyin and Lin Xiaolan exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
Yang Zhen then went too far and slapped the patient across the face.
*Slap!*
With a crisp sound, five finger marks appeared on the patient's face.
The woman clung to Yang Zhen's back, fiercely grabbing his hair.
Yang Zhen's mind raced, and he suddenly shook the woman off.
Raising his hand, he roared, "You shrew, I, Yang Zhen, have never hit a woman, but you are the exception today!"
He raised his hand to strike again, but before he could, a voice came from his ear.
"No, don't hit my wife!"
His words stunned everyone.
It was the patient, who had been unconscious for half a year, who had spoken.
Lin Xiaoyin stared, dumbfounded. "You, you, how did you wake up?"
The woman sighed in exasperation. "You useless fool, you can't even pretend to be dead properly. What else can you do?"
The patient, his face flushed, stammered.
"I, I was afraid he would hit you..."
At this point, the truth was revealed.
Lin Xiaolan's eyebrows shot up. "So, you two were faking illness to scam money!"
Lin Xiaoyin looked puzzled and asked softly, "Yang Zhen, how did you know he was faking?"
Yang Zhen said calmly, "I saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table by the corner."
Lin Xiaoyin suddenly understood. If only one person were eating, there wouldn't be two sets of utensils.
She realized the young man had been awake for a long time, and she had been kept in the dark.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyin felt ashamed.
However, she didn't know that Yang Zhen had known the man was faking illness just by feeling his pulse.
But there was no need to mention such things; others might not believe it anyway.
At this moment, the young man said tremblingly,
"It wasn't us scamming you. We were just cooperating with Cao Dapeng's act. All this scheming was his doing."
Yang Zhen's pupils contracted. It was indeed that beast.
He would do anything to force Lin Xiaoyin to submit!
Lin Xiaolan spoke with authority, shouting,
"Stop talking nonsense. You took ten thousand yuan a month, so you better spit it back out the way you took it!"
The man's face turned pale, and he stammered,
"Miss, please listen to my explanation. Cao Dapeng lied, claiming he was paying ten thousand yuan in medical fees for you each month. In reality, he only gave me one thousand and told me to lie in bed and pretend to be sick!"
"If you want us to return the money, we can't produce it!"
Lin Xiaolan sneered, "Can't produce it? That's easy. I'll report you to the authorities. Tell the judge about your hardships!"
The man, terrified, fell to his knees.
"My lady, I know I was wrong. I'll never dare to do it again!"
"I beg you, please don't report me. I have an eighty-year-old mother who is bedridden. I took on this wicked deal just to treat her!"
"If this matter is exposed and she finds out, I fear the old lady won't be able to bear it!"
"As long as you don't report me, I'll be your servant!"
Lin Xiaolan, unyielding, took out her phone.
"What does your old lady's condition have to do with me? And I don't need someone like you as a servant!"
"Stop wasting time, hand over the money, or I'll report you immediately!"
The man pleaded desperately, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.
His head broke, leaving a trail of red blood on the ground.
Yang Zhen couldn't bear to watch. He softly said, "Enough!"
The man looked up, bewildered, at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen waved his hand. "You can go. Considering your filial piety, I'll let you off this time. If you dare to offend me again, I will show no mercy!"
"Thank you, benefactor, thank you, thank you..."
The young man was overwhelmed with gratitude, kowtowing repeatedly, tears and blood streaming down his face.
If the woman hadn't pulled him away in time, he might have kowtowed to death on the spot.
Lin Xiaolan was confused and scolded Yang Zhen.
"Yang Zhen, are you crazy? You're letting them go before getting the money back?"
Yang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as indifferent as water.
"This debt is owed by Cao Dapeng. If I want to settle it, I'll go find him myself!"