Hearing this, Yu He's brow furrowed slightly, "Suicide?"
"What's going on? Why would Jincheng commit suicide?" Qin Yonghui asked.
"Young Master Jincheng didn't want to take responsibility for his mistake and drowned himself out of guilt! An ambulance has been called, and the main wife asked me to come and ask for your help," the servant said.
Drowned himself?
Didn't Qin Jincheng know how to swim?
"Did he admit he swapped the medicine?" Yu He asked.
The servant replied, "Not yet. The main wife asked everyone to gather in the garden pavilion to talk. On the way, Young Master Jincheng took an opportunity to go to the restroom and drowned himself."
This was interesting.
"Let's go, which hospital?" Yu He asked, getting up to leave.
The servant immediately led the way, "Xiehe."
Yu He followed the servant's car to Xiehe Hospital.
Madam Song, Qin Xinhong, Madam Huang, Aunt Pei, and some Qin family servants were all gathered outside the emergency operating room.
"Yu He, please save Jincheng. He's so young, he can't die," Qin Xinhong pleaded when she saw Yu He arrive.
Even though Qin Jincheng might be the one who swapped her medicine, a human heart was made of flesh and blood, and she couldn't watch a living person die.
Yu He found a doctor to inquire about the surgery. The staff at Xiehe all recognized Yu He and, as the surgery had only just begun, agreed to provide her with surgical attire.
Yu He changed her clothes and entered the operating room.
An hour later.
The operating room door opened.
"Doctor, how is Jincheng?" Qin Xinhong, holding her pregnant belly, asked.
A male doctor came out first. He removed his mask and said with a heavy expression, "I'm sorry, we did our best."
Qin Xinhong was startled and staggered. Aunt Pei immediately supported her, "Eldest Miss, are you alright? Be careful not to disturb the fetus."
"Hong'er," Madam Song quickly went to support her.
"Mom, Jincheng is gone, Jincheng is gone. He was so young, how could he be gone?" Qin Xinhong sobbed.
Yu He emerged from the operating room and happened to see Madam Song holding the weeping Qin Xinhong and comforting her. Madam Huang stood nearby, a faint smile on her lips.
Madam Huang was relieved to hear that Qin Jincheng was dead. This way, no one would suspect her.
Suddenly, she felt someone looking at her. She raised her eyes and met Yu He's gaze.
Her eyes were sharp, as if she had seen through something.
Madam Huang's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes darted around, and she pointed at Yu He, deliberately reprimanding her:
"Aren't you a miracle doctor who can cure all illnesses and bring the dead back to life? How can you not save Jincheng? You can even wake up a vegetable, why can't you save Jincheng? Are you doing this on purpose? Deliberately not saving him!"
The male doctor was a fan of Yu He. Hearing Madam Huang disparage his idol, he couldn't help but retort before Yu He could speak:
"This has nothing to do with the Divine Doctor Wuming's skills. You brought him in when he was already beyond help!"
"Then why did you try to save him for so long? And you couldn't save him?" Madam Huang continued.
Her words angered the male doctor, who wanted to retort, but Yu He gently patted his shoulder, "Don't get agitated. You go take care of the rest."
For the sake of his goddess, the male doctor didn't argue with Madam Huang and turned back into the operating room.
"Are you sure you sincerely wished Qin Jincheng to live?" Yu He walked up to Madam Huang.
Madam Huang glares, "What are you implying! Although Jincheng is an adopted son, I, like Hong'er, have always treated him as my own. Of course, I wish him to live."
"Heh~" Yu He chuckled, which made Madam Huang extremely uncomfortable. She felt as if this dead girl knew something.
As expected, she couldn't keep her around...
While Madam Huang was still suspicious, Yu He suddenly raised her hand, grabbed her silk scarf, and pulled hard, tearing it off.
Madam Huang was caught off guard, "Why are you pulling my scarf!"
She quickly snatched it back and put it around her neck. Although her movements were swift, Yu He still saw it.
There was a scar from surgery on her vocal cords!
Huang Shi's voice had indeed undergone surgery!
Just then, the operating room door opened again. A nurse pushed out a hospital bed. The person on the bed was covered with a white cloth from head to toe.
"Jincheng..." Qin Xinhong, seeing this, sobbed heartbrokenly by the bedside.
When she suspected Qin Jincheng of swapping her medicine, she was truly angry. But seeing him dead now, she was truly heartbroken.
After all, she had treated this child as her own.
"Why is this child Jincheng so foolish! Couldn't he have just talked things through? Why did he have to commit suicide? If only he had honestly admitted his mistake, he wouldn't have died so young," Madam Huang joined in the mourning.
Yu He stood aside, watching them coldly. She felt no sympathy for these Qin family members.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching behind her, carrying an unusual aura.
Yu He turned around and saw Qin Beiting, dressed in a custom-made, well-fitting black suit, standing behind her.
She was a little surprised, and took off her mask, "Why are you here?"
Qin Beiting glanced coldly at the mourners, unmoved, as if looking at strangers.
He turned back and looked at the girl in front of him, "I heard Qin Yonghui came to find you. I came to see if they bullied you."
Yu He raised an eyebrow, "Am I that easy to bully?"
"Then what is this?"
Qin Beiting raised his hand, lifted the girl's chin, and his thumb gently rubbed a shallow, scabby wound of about three centimeters on her left cheek.
It was from when Qin Jincheng had dragged her into the lake earlier, and she had accidentally been scratched by a branch by the lake. At the time, Yu He hadn't felt it at all.
Later, after her clothes and hair were dry, she hadn't paid much attention to her appearance.
It was only when Qin Beiting touched the wound that she realized it hurt.
"Who did this?" Qin Beiting asked in a cold tone.
His handsome face, which was universally admired, wore an expression as cold as his tone. It was as if if Yu He uttered a name, his next sentence would be: Chen Dong, dispose of him!
"He's lying there," Yu He said, pointing at the hospital bed with her chin.
Qin Beiting was about to step forward, but Yu He quickly stopped him, "What are you doing?"
Qin Beiting coldly uttered two words, "Whipping the corpse."
Yu He: "..."
It couldn't be that serious!
"Hong'er!"
"Eldest Miss!"
Amidst the mourning, Madam Song and Aunt Pei's shouts suddenly rang out. Qin Xinhong, overwhelmed by grief and emotional fluctuations, lost her breath and fainted.
Madam Song and Aunt Pei supported Qin Xinhong and quickly called for a doctor.
Then, in a flurry of activity, Qin Xinhong was taken to a ward, and the remaining nurses took Qin Jincheng's body to the morgue.
Yu He gave Qin Xinhong a few acupuncture treatments in the ward to regulate her qi and protect the fetus. After she woke up, Yu He came out of the ward.
Only Qin Beiting, Madam Song, and Aunt Pei remained outside the ward; everyone else had left.
"How is Hong'er? Can I go in and see her?" Madam Song asked anxiously.
"Yes, but tell her to rest well. If she has another miscarriage, she won't be able to have children anymore," Yu He said.
Madam Song's expression was solemn, "Alright."
Yu He asked the nurse for a pen and paper, wrote down a medicinal diet prescription, and handed it to Aunt Pei, "Make meals for her using the ingredients listed above."
Aunt Pei replied, "Okay."
Qin Beiting finished his phone call and, seeing that Yu He had finished her instructions, stepped forward and put his arm around her waist, "Alright, stop paying attention to them. Let's go."
"Wait a moment, I need to go to the basement," Yu He said, walking towards the stairwell.