Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1449 Medical Dispute! Mrs. Wei's theatrical madness

Once Chen Jinghong's men left, Mr. Wei could no longer maintain the facade. He let out a long sigh and said to Fang Yan:

"I felt like I was about to have a seizure after hearing what they were saying! Thank goodness you, Dr. Fang, held me back."

Fang Yan said to Mr. Wei:
"This is just the beginning. Your wife will definitely come over after she hears the news. You know what to say then, right?"

Mr. Wei said:
"I understand, I've made up my mind, this time I'll confront her directly."

……

Meanwhile, Chen Jinghong and his team returned to the Yanjing Hotel. As soon as they arrived at the entrance, they encountered Mrs. Wei waiting for them.

She is now eager to know Mr. Wei's assessment.

Chen Jinghong then recounted the entire situation to Mrs. Wei.

Upon hearing Chen Jinghong relay the decision in dialect to resolutely refuse to release the person and reject the assessment, Mrs. Wei's exquisitely made-up face instantly twisted and distorted.

Like a powder keg that had been ignited, she suddenly raised her voice, shouting shrilly:

"What?! Why won't he release them?!"

Anger burned in her eyes, her fingers trembling violently as she pointed at the bewildered medical team, and she roared:
"What are you all good for? You took my money, and you can't even do this simple thing right?"

"That guy with that accent, he's a liar! He's deliberately keeping my husband detained!"

The meticulously planned pick-up operation was forcefully thwarted by Fang Yan, an outsider, which completely ignited her extreme nature and uncontrollable desire for control.

Extreme anger mixed with the panic of having her authority challenged made her disregard all decorum and reason.

She stomped her foot and shoved away the secretary who tried to reason with her, her voice hoarse with hysteria:
"Fine! Very well! He won't let me go, huh? I'll go myself! I want to see what he's got the guts to stop me from bringing my husband home!"

Before she could finish speaking, she burst out of the Yanjing Hotel with burning anger, heading straight for the hospital.

The people left behind by Chen Jinghong's team were stunned.

And not far away, there were staff members from the Yanjing Hotel who were just watching the whole thing unfold.

They've seen plenty of rich people, but this is the first time they've seen someone so out of control.

……

After Fang Yan clarified his stance with Mr. Wei, he waited on the sofa in the ward, guessing that Mrs. Wei should arrive soon.

Fang Yan was fully prepared mentally for the upcoming arrival of that person.

He knew all too well how someone would react to such a completely out-of-control situation.

Especially for a control freak like Mrs. Wei.

About ten minutes later, Mrs. Wei rushed into the hospital building.

Her meticulously styled curly hair was disheveled and stuck to her flushed forehead, and her high heels made a sharp clattering sound on the corridor floor tiles.

She ran all the way here without taking a car, her anger simmering the entire way, and she already knew what to do first.

She went upstairs with a "thump, thump, thump," followed by her secretary and assistant.

Upon arriving at the Traditional Chinese Medicine ward floor, before even seeing anyone speaking in the dialect, she instantly seemed to have found her target, her shrill voice ripping apart the tranquility of the corridor:
"Fang Yan! You heartless liar! Hand over my husband!"

One sentence was enough to alarm everyone on the entire floor.

Many people peeked out to see the troublemakers who had appeared in the passageway.

Ignoring the growing crowd of overseas Chinese businesspeople and medical staff around her, Mrs. Wei continued to speak loudly:
"What Nobel Prize nomination? I think you're just a kidnapper! You illegally detained my husband, aren't you just trying to extort more money?! Let me tell you, the Wei family has plenty of lawyers. If you don't release him today, I'll ruin your reputation!"

This is a medical dispute!
They're still here to cause trouble at the hospital because of the local dialect!

This was quite a novelty, and the people in the hospital all wore expressions of amused curiosity.

You know, dialects have always maintained a 100% cure rate, are they going to break that golden rule today?

“Mrs. Wei, this is a hospital. I am your husband’s attending physician. Before the evaluation is passed, I have the right to refuse anyone the right to forcibly remove the patient.” Just then, Fang Yan appeared and said to the furious Mrs. Wei.

At the same time, his gaze swept over the overseas Chinese businessmen watching, and he deliberately raised his voice:

"As for the detention charge, the Singapore medical team you brought has just completed a professional assessment. I have seen the assessment: Mr. Wei's current condition is special and there are significant health risks to his discharge. You said I was holding him back and not letting him leave. It would be best to ask them to show the report in public."

When Mrs. Wei saw Fang Yan appear, she was instantly enraged:

"Aren't you just using your Nobel Prize nomination to intimidate my team? Let me tell you, I'm not buying it! Whether my husband leaves or not is my decision."

However, Fang Yan's words made many overseas Chinese businessmen suddenly realize the truth.

Several middle-aged businessmen who had previously dealt with Mr. Wei whispered among themselves:

“I know Chen Jinghong’s team; they’re top-notch in Singapore… It seems there really is a problem.”

"No wonder Mr. Wei's previous madness was so strange, it turns out his family..."

Mrs. Wei's face turned from red to pale as she suddenly realized the trap of the dialect.

She wanted to accuse Fang Yan of "sowing discord," but seeing the gazes of the crowd, she could only swallow her words, her chest heaving as she forced out a single sentence:
"Stop pretending to be a saint! I want to see my husband!"

Most of the people here aren't fools; they're shrewd and not easily swayed.

Mrs. Wei originally wanted to cause a scene to ruin Fang Yan's reputation, or at least damage it, but things didn't seem to go as she expected.

Fang Yan heard that Mrs. Wei's tone had softened slightly, so he said:
"Of course you can, but as a doctor I still have to say, please calm down. Mr. Wei's illness was caused by what you did. The more you can't control your emotions, the harder it will be for him to recover, and he may even develop a desire to avoid you."

Mrs. Wei gritted her teeth.

Fang Yan publicly pointed out that her husband's illness was caused by her, and her face instantly turned from pale to white, her lips trembling.

"Nonsense!" She was furious, wanting to scream and fight, but under the complex and scrutinizing gazes of the overseas Chinese businessmen around her, there was sympathy, contempt, and even more so, understanding after knowing the inside story.

She felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into the street, all her anger choked up by a huge sense of shame and powerlessness.

Especially when you hear suppressed murmurs coming from the crowd:
"I see... No wonder Doctor Fang wouldn't release them. Won't he drive us crazy again if we go back?"

"Tsk tsk, look at her like this... Mr. Wei is pitiful."

"Why would a Nobel Prize-nominated doctor try to extort money from her? I think he just doesn't want his husband to suffer anymore..."

These subtle sounds pierced her ears like needles.

She felt that everyone's gaze was sharp, and she knew that if she made a scene here, it would be even harder for her to take her husband away.

Tolerate!
Must endure!
Avoiding those gazes, her chest heaved violently, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she could only manage to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth:
"Now...take...take me to see him!"

Seeing that she had stopped making a fuss, Fang Yan didn't say anything more, but stepped aside and gestured for her to enter, calmly saying:
"This way, Mrs. Wei. Please be sure to control your emotions; this is crucial for Mr. Wei's recovery."

His tone remained professional and aloof, as if Mrs. Wei's words had failed to stir any emotion in him.

This further fueled Mrs. Wei's anger; she was annoyed by people who didn't respond to her.

Loading!

I wish I hadn't brought my husband here for treatment!
The dialect opens the door, extending an invitation.

Mrs. Wei walked stiffly, with her secretary and assistant following closely behind.

The crowd in the corridor automatically parted to make way, their eyes still following her, filled with a desire to see what kind of trouble this woman was going to cause.

Mrs. Wei was extremely upset at the moment. From the beginning until now, everything had deviated from her planned direction, and the feeling of being out of control made her very uncomfortable.

Moreover, she could sense the meaning behind those gazes.

At this moment, she felt that every step was extremely difficult, and the whispers of the people around her, and the occasional words in them, sounded particularly grating to her ears.

She finally arrived at the door of the ward.

Inside the room, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Mr. Wei.

He sat quietly in the chair by the window, holding a book in his hands. When he saw her, his eyes were calm and still, without a trace of emotion, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Jiaju!" Mrs. Wei's face changed instantly as soon as she entered the door.

The anger, distortion, and hysteria from before receded like the tide, replaced by a tearful vulnerability and eyes full of deep affection.

She rushed to Mr. Wei, knelt down with a thud, grabbed his hand tightly, and her voice trembled with tears:

"Jiaju! You've suffered! I'm late! It's all my fault...it's all my fault!" Her tears came without warning, falling in large drops onto Mr. Wei's hand.

“You have no idea how much I miss you and worry about you! Those people outside, that guy surnamed Fang, they’re all talking nonsense! They don’t understand, they don’t understand the feelings between us at all! We’ve been married for over ten years, through thick and thin. When you were going through so much hardship, it was my dad who helped you, and we worked hard together to get to where we are today… How can you bear not seeing me? I’m your wife!”

Her voice was filled with sorrow and a "sincere" accusation, recounting past kindnesses and hardships, attempting to awaken her husband's "memory" and "guilt":
"Have you forgotten when we first started our business, crammed into such a tiny warehouse? When you had a fever, I stayed by your side for three days and three nights... Later, when business improved, we bought a big house, had children, and you promised to give me the best life... Jiaju, I know I used to have a short temper and was a bit strict, but it was all because I loved you, I was afraid of losing you! I was afraid the outside world would dazzle you, I was afraid you'd forget our roots... Now I know, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! I'll change! I'll change everything! As long as you come home with me, and we're happy together, I'll listen to you in everything, okay? We'll never be apart again... The children are all abroad waiting for their father to come home... Jiaju, look at me, look at me..."

Fang Yan watched from the side, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, Mrs. Wei was in tears, and her performance was so sincere and moving, as if she were truly a devoted wife who had been misunderstood and betrayed.

She directed all the blame at herself, an "outsider."

They all sowed discord themselves.

She was simply overly protective of her husband.

However, Mr. Wei simply watched her quietly.

To him, every word she said sounded like a carefully woven chain, trying to drag him back into that suffocating cage.

He felt suffocated.

As time passed, Mrs. Wei's sobs gradually subsided. She looked at her husband expectantly, waiting for him to soften his heart, waiting for him to finally succumb to her tears and "deep affection" as he had done in the past.

But Mr. Wei simply and slowly withdrew his hand from her tightly clenched hands.

"Are you... done talking?" His voice was unusually calm.

This calm withdrawal, this indifferent question, was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the last trace of feigned vulnerability in Mrs. Wei's eyes. The sorrow on Mrs. Wei's face froze instantly.

She stared intently at Mr. Wei's withdrawn hand, then slowly raised her head to meet his eyes, which were devoid of any emotion and even showed signs of disgust.

A chilling sensation instantly spread from the soles of my feet throughout my entire body.

Immediately... Mrs. Wei felt that everything was out of control.

She was bursting with anger and lost control!

"You...what do you mean?!"

Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, her face still streaked with tears, but her expression changed from sorrow to disbelief and long-suppressed rage.

Mr. Wei did not answer, but simply closed his eyes and gave a cold laugh:
"Ah……"

Is it mockery?
Or does it mean something else?
Anyway, things didn't go according to Mrs. Wei's plan.

This action and tone finally ignited the powder keg!

"Wei Jiaju!" Mrs. Wei suddenly stood up from the ground, her body trembling violently with extreme anger. Her carefully applied makeup now looked particularly ferocious and terrifying on her distorted face.

She pointed at her husband, her voice shrill like an enraged cat, filled with madness and utterly out-of-control frenzy:
"What are you pretending to be dead for?! Open your dog eyes and see clearly! I'm your wife! Your wife who has shared your bed for over ten years! Without my father! Without our family! What are you?! You're just a penniless pauper! A stinking beggar! Our family gave you everything! And now you're all grown up? You've been brainwashed by that swindler surnamed Fang?! You think you can get rid of me?! No way! Wei Jiaju, let me tell you! In this life! In the next life! You'll never get rid of me!"

She completely dropped her pretense, waving her arms and screaming and cursing hysterically in the ward like a shrew, spitting as she spoke.

"I've given you so much! My youth! My heart and soul! And this is how you treat me?! You ungrateful wretch! You think you're safe hiding here? You think that guy surnamed Fang can protect you forever?! Dream on! I'll take it to the ends of the earth to get you out! You're a member of the Wei family, in life and in death! You'll never escape! Do you hear me?! Don't even think about escaping!!"

Her voice echoed in the ward, filled with desperate madness and a venomous hatred that threatened to destroy everything.

The "pitiful" wife from before had vanished without a trace, leaving only a madman who was completely enraged and went berserk.

The stark contrast startled the secretary and assistant at the door, who turned pale and involuntarily took a step back. Even Fang Yan frowned slightly, his eyes filled with vigilance.

On his sickbed, Mr. Wei merely frowned, as if he had returned to the edge of that terrifying abyss.

"Speak up, stop pretending to be dead!" She snatched the book from Mr. Wei's hand and slammed it to the ground. The heavy book made a dull thud as it hit the floor.

Mrs. Wei's curses swept through the ward like a storm. She stepped on the scattered pages of the book, her bloodshot eyes fixed on her husband as if she wanted to devour him alive.

"Speak up! Are you mute?!" Her shrill voice almost pierced the roof. "I'm telling you, Wei Jiaju, don't push your luck..."

At the height of his hysteria, Mr. Wei slowly raised his head and calmly met her burning gaze.

He uttered three words calmly:
"Get a divorce."

As soon as those three words were spoken, an eerie silence fell over the ward.

Mrs. Wei's waving arm froze in mid-air, as if bound by invisible ropes.

The ferocious expression on her face froze, and the anger in her eyes was still leaping, but it was covered by a sudden and enormous sense of bewilderment and confusion.

She opened her mouth, as if trying to continue yelling, but no sound came out except for short, drawn-out gasps from her throat, like a leaky bellows.

"You... what did you say?" Her voice suddenly changed, sharp and trembling with disbelief, as if she hadn't heard clearly or simply couldn't believe what she had heard.

The tears on her face had not yet dried, and mixed with the oil from her earlier excitement, her delicate makeup was now completely ruined.

Mr. Wei's eyes held neither anger nor sorrow. He looked at the woman before him, who had suddenly lost her composure, as if she were a stranger. He paused slightly, then added clearly and slowly:
“We have already published it in the newspapers. Hong Kong, Macau, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur... everywhere we do business. The open letter clearly states how you have treated me over the years, how my family has treated me, how you have ganged up on me, and how you have driven me crazy. Everyone knows now.”

"Publish...publish in the newspaper?" Mrs. Wei repeated the two words, her voice as soft as a falling feather.

The color drained from her face at a visible speed, turning from flushed red to deathly pale.

Her body felt as if all her strength had been drained in an instant, and she staggered back a step, momentarily dazed.

It feels like I'm dreaming.

She felt as if she had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt, and was completely stunned and dizzy.

The surging anger, the domineering sense of control, and the fury at having one's authority challenged vanished like ice and snow under the sun in the face of the words "divorce" and "publication in the newspaper," leaving only a tremendous sense of panic and disbelief at being completely stripped bare and exposed to the light of day.

Her lips trembled violently, her eyes completely lost focus, and she wandered blankly between Mr. Wei's indifferent face and Fang Yan's calm expression.

The carefully maintained dignity, the sense of superiority brought by wealth, and the feeling of security that one believes one is in control of everything all crumbled under the fatal blow of airing dirty laundry in public.

"How...how dare you...how dare you?" she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse. It was no longer a question, but more like a soliloquy on the verge of collapse.

Her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, with only her chest heaving violently and her pupils losing their luster in an instant.

"Publish...publish in the newspaper?" she repeated the two words.

Anger was replaced by overwhelming panic.

no! Absolutely not!
Divorce? Publish a notice in the newspaper?
To expose her and her family's despicable methods to the public?

Let everyone know how she drove her husband insane?
What face would she have left? What would her children think of her? What would her father think? What would her business partners say? And what about those who were jealous of her and waiting to see her fail…?

Fear instantly overwhelmed her anger and humiliation. She couldn't let this happen!
"No...no! Ka-Kui!" Mrs. Wei rushed forward suddenly. This time, instead of kneeling, she fell directly onto Mr. Wei's knees, tightly hugging his legs as if they were her only lifeline.

She looked up, and tears welled up again, but this time they were no longer a performance of sorrow, but filled with genuine fear and pleading.

Her carefully applied makeup was completely ruined by tears, and her eyeliner mixed with black tears streamed down her face, making her look utterly disheveled.

"Ka-Kui! I was wrong! I was really wrong!" Her voice was filled with unprecedented gentleness and remorse, completely different from her previous shrill tone.

"I know I'm not good! I know I've been too controlling! I know I've made you sad! It's all my fault! I care about you too much! I'm too afraid of losing you!"

She was incoherent, her voice trembling violently, trying to salvage the situation with the most humble gesture:
"You can hit me, you can yell at me! Please don't get a divorce! Don't publish it in the newspaper! We've been together for over ten years... You can't be so heartless! The children can't be without a father!"

She shook Mr. Wei's legs forcefully:
"Look at me, look at me, okay? I'll change! I really will! I'll never care about you again! You can do whatever you want! You can see whoever you want! I'll listen to everything you say! Just take back what you said! Let's go home, let's live a good life, let's pretend nothing happened, okay? Please! Please!"

She even raised her hand and slapped herself twice in the face, quite hard, leaving red marks.

“I’m hitting myself! I’m letting you vent your anger! Ka-Kui, look! I’m hitting myself! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!” The madness in her eyes faded, and she tried to move Mr. Wei with this extreme repentance.

“Look, the children are still waiting for us abroad… Our family is doing well… I will never do it again… I swear! I swear, okay? Jiaju… Say something… Please forgive me this time…” She pressed her face against Mr. Wei’s cold knees, her voice choked with sobs, her shoulders shaking violently, looking incredibly pitiful and humble.

The stark contrast sent chills down Fang Yan's spine as he watched from the sidelines. This woman was terrifying. From her earlier shrewish rant and hysteria, she instantly switched to her current state of humble pleading, slapping herself, and weeping. The secretary and assistant at the door, already stunned, were even more dumbfounded and dared not utter a sound.

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, alarm bells ringing in his mind—this extreme emotional shift was practically a template for a distorted desire for control and instability in one's personality.

This is not genuine repentance at all, but another, more dangerous means of control, attempting to re-bind the other party by feigning weakness and self-harm.

Will Mr. Wei fall for this?
Fang Yan looked at Mr. Wei, who was just looking down at her quietly.

You could see that there was no emotion, no anger, no sadness, not even a ripple in his eyes, only a kind of weariness that seemed to have seen through everything.

Time seems to have frozen.

After a few minutes, the defender's wife's sobs gradually subsided. She looked up hopefully, but when she met her husband's cold gaze, her heart sank into an icy abyss.

"Are you done?" Mr. Wei's voice remained calm, even colder than before.

These three words shattered Mrs. Wei's last shred of hope.

Mrs. Wei's pleading expression froze instantly, then shattered like a cheap mask.

That humble, pitiful expression was quickly replaced by a more terrifying madness, a mixture of despair, shame, and utter rejection.

"Are you... are you even human?!" Her voice suddenly rose, becoming so sharp it almost cracked, carrying the roar of a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

She sprang to her feet, her body trembling violently from extreme anger and loss of control, her finger pointing at Mr. Wei shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"I begged you like this! I begged you like this! And you're still the same! Wei Jiaju! Is your heart made of stone?! Or has it been eaten by a dog?!" She screamed hysterically, all tenderness and remorse gone, leaving only the most primal, ugly resentment and madness. She grabbed the water glass from the bedside table and smashed it to the ground!
"Crash!" Glass shards flew everywhere!
"Good! Good! Good!" She said "good" three times in a row, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with a hatred that wanted to destroy everything.

"You want a divorce, right? You want to publish it in the newspaper, right? You want to utterly disgrace me and our family, right?!"

She turned her head sharply, her scarlet eyes fixed on Fang Yan, her gaze like a poisoned knife:
"You surnamed Fang! Was it you?! Did you teach him?! You devil who sows discord! You deserve to die a horrible death! You..."

"Get out!" A cold, clear, and resolute voice interrupted her vicious curse.

It's Mr. Wei.

He finally raised his head, his eyes sharp as knives, piercing straight at Mrs. Wei, filled with utter disgust and disgust.

That single word, "Get out," seemed to have exhausted all his strength, severing the last vestige of possibility between him and her.

Mrs. Wei's voice stopped abruptly. She stared at her husband with her mouth agape, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

The immense humiliation and utter sense of defeat overwhelmed her like a tsunami.

The world she had meticulously constructed, the sense of control she relied on for survival, completely collapsed in the face of her husband's cold "Get out."

Her body swayed, her face contorted in a grotesque expression, a mixture of resentment, madness, and despair, culminating in a piercing, inhuman laugh:
"Hehe...hehehe...good! Wei Jiaju! You're something else! You really are something else! You'll regret this! You'll all regret this!!!"

She abruptly shoved away her secretary who tried to help her, and like a mad dog that had completely lost its mind, stumbled out of the ward, leaving a mess on the floor.

Inside and outside the ward, there was a deathly silence.

The secretary's assistant was pale, bewildered, and trembling.

They were unsure whether to follow Mrs. Wei or wait for Mr. Wei's instructions, since Mr. Wei was the one who hired them.

The overseas Chinese businessmen who were watching exchanged shocked and knowing glances, and their whispers could no longer be suppressed.

Fang Yan frowned and turned his gaze to Mr. Wei on the hospital bed.

The sunlight still shone on him, but at this moment he seemed to have all his strength drained away.

This farce has finally come to an end in the most tragic way.

But who knows what the crazy Mrs. Wei might do next?

Perhaps this is just the beginning.

PS: 7000-word chapter updated.

(End of this chapter)