Lin Xiaoyin tried to smooth things over.
"Enough, both of you. 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 quite unfriendly.
"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 road. Please don't worry, I'll give you the medical fees right away."
Lin Xiaolan said expressionlessly, "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 only intended to check on the patient's condition out of goodwill.
But the moment he touched him, his eyes widened.
"Xiaolan, don't transfer the money to her yet!"
His shout startled the woman.
She looked flustered and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Yang Zhen glanced at her. "I have some knowledge of medicine and wanted to see the patient's condition!"
The Lin sisters were bewildered. When did Yang Zhen learn 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 another surprised cry.
"Hey? Aren't you the one who caused the accident? You've woken up?"
"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 mad shrew, clawed and scratched at Yang Zhen.
Chaos ensued, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.
"Xiaolan, transfer the money quickly. Yang Zhen, leave quickly, don't provoke the patient's family further!"
Yang Zhen shouted, "I won't let you transfer the money!"
"Are you done being useless? I'm embarrassed enough, don't you feel any shame?"
"You're not paying the money, so why are you barking like that?"
Lin Xiaolan was furious.
Why did her sister find such a brother-in-law for her!
It was bad enough that he was useless, but he was also ill-mannered, unreasonable, and shameless.
Just then, Yang Zhen's body vibrated, sending the shrew flying to the ground.
The shrew sat on the ground, wailing.
"Help! This murderer is trying to silence me! Help!"
Lin Xiaoyin felt a headache coming on. She couldn't understand why Yang Zhen was acting so crazy again.
She even suspected that Yang Zhen's brain had been damaged from sleeping for six months.
Yang Zhen, however, ignored everything and grabbed the patient's collar.
He frowned and roared, "Beast, aren't you going to wake up?"
The shrew lunged at Yang Zhen like a mad dog.
Lin Xiaoyin and Lin Xiaolan exchanged glances, unsure what to do.
Yang Zhen then went even further, slapping the patient across the face.
*Slap!*
With a crisp sound, five finger marks appeared on the patient's face.
The shrew practically clung to Yang Zhen's back, grabbing his hair fiercely.
Yang Zhen's mind raced, and he suddenly shook the shrew off.
He raised his hand and roared, "You shrew, I, Yang Zhen, have never hit a woman before, but you are the exception today!"
His palm was raised high, but before he could strike, a voice suddenly came from his ear.
"No, don't hit my wife!"
The entire room was stunned by these words.
The voice belonged to the patient who had been in a coma for half a year.
Lin Xiaoyin's eyes widened: "You, you, how did you wake up?"
The shrew sighed in exasperation, "You useless man, you can't even pretend to be dead properly. What else can you do?"
The patient's face turned red, and he 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 confused and asked softly, "Yang Zhen, how did you know he was faking?"
Yang Zhen said calmly, "I saw two sets of chopsticks and bowls with the leftover food on the table."
Lin Xiaoyin suddenly understood. If only one person had eaten, there would be no need for two sets of bowls and chopsticks.
She realized that the young man had been awake for a long time, and she had been kept in the dark.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyin couldn't help but feel 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 say it; others might not believe it anyway.
At this moment, the young man said tremblingly,
"It wasn't us who tricked you. We were just cooperating with Cao Dapeng's scheme. All the deception was his doing."
Yang Zhen's pupils contracted. It was indeed that beast.
He would stop at nothing to force Lin Xiaoyin to submit!
Lin Xiaolan said imperiously, "Stop talking nonsense. Ten thousand yuan a month. You took it in, so you have to spit it out!"
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 pretend to be sick in bed!"
"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 was so scared that he 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 seriously ill. I took on this wicked deal to treat her!"
"If this comes out and she hears about it, I fear my mother won't be able to bear it!"
"As long as you don't report me, I'll be your servant for life!"
Lin Xiaolan unfeelingly took out her phone.
"What does your old mother have to do with me? I don't need someone like you to be my servant!"
"Stop wasting time, spit out the money, or I'll report you immediately!"
The man pleaded desperately, kowtowing like he was pounding garlic.
His head broke, leaving a trail of bright red blood on the ground.
Yang Zhen couldn't bear to watch and softly said, "Enough!"
The man looked up, staring at Yang Zhen, unsure what to do.
Yang Zhen waved his hand, "You may 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 incessantly, tears streaming down his face.
If the shrew hadn't pulled him away in time, he might have kowtowed himself to death on the spot.
Lin Xiaolan was confused and scolded Yang Zhen,
"Yang Zhen, are you crazy? You're letting him go without 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 will naturally go find him!"