I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Her shout successfully attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the ward, and also drew the attention of patients and medical staff passing by in the corridor.

Shang Sheyu stood at the door of the ward, his expression calm. He didn't even glance at the woman, but instead looked at the old man on the hospital bed.

The old man's eyes were somewhat cloudy. When he saw Shang Sheyu, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

The woman rushed over, her finger almost poking Shang Sheyu's nose, spitting as she shouted, "You dare come here? Do you want to see if my father is dead yet? So you can get away with it? Let me tell you, no way! If anything happens to my father, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

As she cursed, she glanced at the end of the corridor out of the corner of her eye.

Sure enough, a flurry of footsteps and camera shutter sounds quickly approached.

Five or six reporters with cameras and notebooks rushed over instantly, blocking the doorway to the ward, their flashes going off incessantly at Shang Sheyu.

"Mrs. Quan, do you have any further explanation for the hit-and-run charge?"

"Is it true that you left fake contact information in an attempt to evade responsibility?"

Did the Quan family use their power to pressure the hospital and the victims' families?

Please answer directly!

The questions were getting more and more pointed.

Clearly, these reporters were well-prepared.

Seeing this, the woman became even more agitated, plopped down on the ground, slapped her thighs, and began to wail.

"Good heavens, open your eyes! These rich and powerful people hit someone and then deny responsibility!"

"You want to drive my whole family to their deaths?!"

"Journalists, you must stand up for us ordinary people!"

"It was her! She hit my father-in-law with her car! He's still in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance!"

Her son, his eyes also red, shouted at the reporters with a stiff neck, "Look at this! This is the young mistress of the Quan family. She hit someone, and yesterday she pretended to take the person to the hospital, left a fake address, and tried to run away. Today we caught her, and she still wants to deny it!"

Startled by this display, the elderly man in the hospital bed began to breathe rapidly.

The Western medicine doctor rushed forward to examine and treat the patient.

The scene was chaotic.

The driver who had come with Shang Sheyu was furious, his face turning pale. He stood in front of Shang Sheyu, arms outstretched, and shouted, "You're talking nonsense! There was no collision at all! The old man fainted in the middle of the road on his own. Our third young mistress kindly helped him and even paid for his medical expenses. You can't wrong an innocent person like this!"

"You're her driver, of course you'll take her side," the woman retorted shrilly. "You're all in cahoots!"

Shang Sheyu gently patted the driver's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Her gaze passed over the wailing women and agitated men, landing on the Western doctor who was checking the equipment. Her voice was clear and calm, strangely penetrating amidst the noise:

"What was the elderly man's initial diagnosis upon admission? Was it internal organ damage or fractures caused by an external impact, or a sudden myocardial infarction?"

The Western medicine doctor, having just stabilized the patient's condition, looked up, adjusted his glasses, and replied matter-of-factly, "Based on the initial examination upon admission and the follow-up examination just now, the patient has an acute myocardial infarction, accompanied by a history of old cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. There are no obvious external injuries or signs of fractures. This coma and critical condition are caused by the myocardial infarction and are unrelated to any external injuries."

There was a moment of silence after he said that.

The woman's wailing paused for a moment, then she shouted even louder, "You're lying! You've definitely been bribed to conspire to deceive people! My father was hit by a car. He was perfectly healthy before; he only started coughing up blood after being hit."

Shang Sheyu ignored her and continued to ask the Western doctor, "Then, can the hospital issue a formal diagnostic certificate that clearly states the cause of the patient's condition and confirms that there are no signs of impact or fractures on the body surface?"

The Western doctor nodded: "That's natural. The patient's medical records and examination reports clearly record this. If needed, the hospital can issue relevant certificates."

The woman jumped up from the ground, screaming, "You can't go out! You're all in cahoots! The evidence is fake; you just want to get this bitch off the hook!"

Her son rushed over and grabbed the Western doctor's white coat, shouting, "You dare try issuing a fake certificate!"

The Western doctor stumbled as he was pulled, his face grim: "What are you doing? This is a hospital. I'm telling the truth, and I have test results to prove it."

"The fact is she hit someone," the man roared, his eyes bloodshot, as if he truly believed it, or perhaps the "deposit" forced him to believe it.

Shang Sheyu watched the mother and son's almost frenzied performance and felt a chill in his heart.

Greed and malice are enough to make people lose their conscience and turn black into white.

She took a step forward, her gaze sweeping over the mother and child before finally settling on the reporters who were still taking pictures. She raised her voice and said, "Since you keep saying that I hit someone, fine, I, Shang Sheyu, hereby promise that if the hospital's diagnosis proves that I did not hit the old man, I will not only cover all his medical expenses since his admission, but also be responsible for his subsequent treatment until he is discharged. In addition, I will give him an extra amount for nutrition."

She paused, looking at the woman's eyes widen in an instant, and continued, "But... if it's proven that I hit her, then I, Shang Sheyu, will let you report it to the police station and publish it in the newspaper. I will pay you every penny you owe, and may even double the compensation."

Shang Sheyu slightly raised her chin. "How about it? Dare to bet? I'll use the hospital's professional certificate and your so-called facts to bet on justice."

The ward was completely silent.

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment, and even forgot to press the shutter button on their cameras.

This young mistress of the Quan family has quite the strong will.

Moreover, the conditions offered were quite generous. If she hadn't caused the accident, why should she bear all the costs and give extra money?

But if she was the one who hit him, should she pay compensation and admit guilt?

That's a huge bet.

The woman was clearly stunned by this sudden bet.

A fierce greed flashed in her eyes: the entire cost?

How much would that cost?

It's much more than the deposit she's holding!

But the Western doctor just said…

She subconsciously looked at her son. The man was also stunned. He loosened his grip on the doctor's coat, his eyes showing some panic. They knew exactly how the old woman had fainted. Their previous commotion was because they thought the other party was rich and concerned about their reputation, and they wanted to extort more money. Now that the other party was taking a stand, they were in a difficult position.

Shang Sheyu's lips curled into a mocking smile. "What? You're afraid? Since you keep saying I hit someone and you have solid evidence, what are you afraid of with a hospital certificate? Or do you actually know in your hearts that I didn't hit the person at all, so you're afraid to gamble?"