Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

after.

He withdrew his fist with a stern expression and straightened his slightly disheveled tie.

He then put on the suit jacket that Yuan Yiwei handed him.

His still-angry eyes stared intently at Fang's father.

"I, Ying Yuchuan, am making this clear today: Nancheng is not a place you can come and go as you please. No one has ever been able to harm a member of the Ying family and leave unscathed, and you will certainly not be that exception!"

……

Lu Mingshi didn't know when he would wake up, but Ying Sangrou insisted on waiting for him.

No matter how her parents tried to persuade her to go back and rest, she refused; she insisted on waiting for the deer to cry.

There was nothing else she could do but go home and get some clean clothes so that she could change out of the blood-stained clothes first.

She didn't go home, and neither did her parents, Ying Huayu and Sheng Shuang, who stayed with her while she waited.

Fortunately, the hospital's VIP wards have attached lounges where they can rest.

It was evening.

Ying Sangrou sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, waiting patiently.

She was completely dazed, her eyes vacant, as if she would become a soulless doll if Lu Mingshi didn't wake up.

Lu Luozhi couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she went over to talk to her.

"Little Sister Ying, let's get something to eat."

Old Ye had his family chef prepare a lot of delicious food and send it over. Lu Luozhi took a bowl of wontons that Yuan Sangrou loved to eat and pulled up a chair to sit next to her.

"Look at you, you're even more nervous than me, your older sister."

She comforted her in a relaxed tone, not wanting her to blame herself for anything more, nor wanting her to have too much psychological burden.

The fault does not lie with her.

Ying Sangrou stiffly turned her neck, then raised her blank eyes. "Sister-in-law, are you blaming me?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, "It's my fault, it makes me feel better."

"Do you know what happened? He was holding me when that car hit him. He bled so much..."

Her mind became increasingly dazed. She stared blankly as she raised her hands, looking at them as if the bloodstains on them had never disappeared from her hands.

"My hands, my clothes, are covered in his blood. Sister-in-law, I kept calling him, calling his name, but he didn't answer me..."

"What should I do? He's ignoring me, sister-in-law. He must hate me to death. He not only dislikes me, he despises me. How could he have fallen for someone like me..."

Her expression was not only dazed, but also increasingly frantic. Lu Mingshi sensed that her emotions were very abnormal at this moment.

"...I...I'm a menace, how could I drag others down with me like this..."

Ying Sangrou grabbed her hair with both hands and unconsciously began to pull it hard, her unconscious words growing faster and faster, "...Yes, if it weren't for me, if it weren't for me..."

She seemed like a mental patient, trapped in her negative emotions, becoming increasingly out of control and unable to extricate herself.

Seeing this, Lu Luozhi quickly put down the bowl of wontons in her hand and tried to pull the two ends of her head apart. However, the woman had an unusual brute force in her hands. The more she pulled, the tighter she gripped, so tight that her scalp was about to be ripped off by the roots.

Startled, she quickly called out, "Grandma, come quick! Xiaorou seems to have something to do..."

Sheng Shuang and Ying Huayu were resting in the lounge. They were light sleepers, so when they heard her call, they quickly came over from the lounge.

"What's wrong?"

Footsteps rushed in, and when Sheng Shuang saw Ying Sangrou's condition, she was shocked. She quickly instructed her husband, "Quick, call the doctor! Sangrou's illness has flared up."

Ying Huayu also noticed his daughter's condition, and when he heard his wife shout, he turned around without hesitation and ran quickly toward the nurses' station.

Previously, the Ying family transferred Lu Mingshi from his original hospital to Ankang Hospital, in which their family had invested.

Yuan Sangrou's former attending physician was also from this hospital.

Upon receiving the notification, the attending physician, surnamed Lin, arrived as quickly as possible.

Lu Luozhi watched as they took the emotionally distraught Yuan Sangrou to another ward and gave her an injection.

Shortly after receiving the injection, Ying Sangrou gradually calmed down.

She lay quietly in her mother's arms, like a fleshless doll.

Sheng Shuang hugged her tightly, her eyes reddening, while Ying Huayu and Dr. Lin discussed her condition with grave expressions.

"What's wrong with little Rou?"

Lu Luozhi asked Shengshuang cautiously.

She glanced at her and gave a wry smile.

Then, Sheng Shuang carefully laid Ying Sangrou, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to the effects of the medication, onto the hospital bed, covered her with a blanket, and then pulled her outside to talk.

"Sang Rou has post-traumatic stress disorder, which is commonly known as PTSD."