Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Xu Yuan's discharge from the hospital means that he can no longer be openly with them.

But we can't just stay here forever; after all, a hospital isn't a good place.

Fu Jingting handed the packed bag to Xu Qingcheng and asked her, "Where are you staying?"

"Qingyao is here to pick us up."

The implication is that it's none of your business, and you don't need to know where we live.

Fu Jingting frowned, then grabbed Xu Qingcheng's arm. "I need to see the child eventually, you won't even give me that chance, will you?"

"..."

I've thought about this issue a couple of days ago, but...

"You can bring Xuyuan to your place once or twice a week, whenever it's convenient for you. Just call me and I'll bring her over."

After all, he is Xu Yuan's father, and Xu Yuan will miss her father sometimes. Since Fu Jiashou promised not to fight her for custody of the child, she should also give in.

She can accept anything as long as it's good for her wish.

Fu Jingting's face was tense, his teeth were clenched, and all the muscles in his face were extremely tense.

Her words clearly distinguished between the two people.

He was silent for a moment, then asked her, "Did you block my number?"

"..."

Xu Qingcheng restored his number and WeChat account.

"Alright. Call me if anything comes up." Xu Qingcheng put away her phone and said very politely, "Goodbye."

Xu Qingyao carried the things, and Xu Qingcheng held Xu Yuan's hand as they headed home. Upon hearing the word "home," Xu Yuan became excited and not only wanted Xu Qingcheng to hold her hand, but also went to hold Fu Jingting's hand.

That tiny little girl, to accommodate her, the man had to bend down and pick her up, but she didn't want to, insisting on holding her mother's hand in one hand and her father's hand in the other.

Fu Jingting glanced at Xu Qingcheng's indifferent expression, then at Xu Yuan, and suddenly raised an eyebrow. Very good.

With this little guy, I won't have to worry about not seeing him anymore.

Xu Yuan's surgery is over and she is recovering well. Now that the Fu family knows about Xu Yuan's existence, Xu Qingcheng no longer needs to hide. Qingyao suggested that she go back to her parents' place to stay, and Xu Qingcheng agreed.

Looking back now, it's a shame she didn't sell the house in Xinghewan; otherwise, it wouldn't have been good for her, Xuyuan, and her parents to always be crammed together.

I need to find some time to terminate the lease on my apartment in Jinzhou, pack my things, and move back. There are so many things I want to do.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, isn't it? The restoration of Xu Yuan's hearing is the greatest reward for her.

Before leaving, Fu Jingting met with Pang Shenghua alone. Dr. Pang knew what he wanted to ask, so she simply said, "You don't need to worry. The hospital has its own procedures. We won't hide our mistakes. I've been organizing the evidence these past few days. Only with sufficient evidence will we not wrong anyone. The hospital will also contact the family when the time comes. Please trust me. I will not protect anyone, including myself. I have been a doctor for so many years, and I have my own bottom line and principles for being a person and doing things. I must be worthy of my profession, and I must be worthy of all the patients who have placed their trust in me."

Fu Jingting nodded. "Alright. Since you put it that way, I'll wait and see."

But Fu Jingting never expected that this would be their last conversation.

News of Pang Shenghua's death swept across major media outlets. Zhong Wanxiu, accompanied by Fu Jingting, went to the accident investigation center to inquire about the results.

Pang Shenghua has a daughter living abroad and no other relatives in China. It would take him a day to get back.

Zhong Wanxiu was so weak that her legs almost gave way when she got out of the car. Fu Jingting took her arm and said, "Mom..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Zhong Wanxiu murmured, but her eyes were red and swollen. How could someone who was perfectly healthy just suddenly be gone?!

The incident was exposed by the media several hours after it occurred. The scene was horrific; the car overturned, causing an explosion due to gasoline leakage. The people were blown to pieces, leaving only dismembered remains.

Police conducted an on-site examination and handed over the body parts to forensic experts for analysis.

The villagers reported the incident. The scene was severely damaged. After the police collected relevant evidence samples, they notified the family that the body could be cremated so that the deceased could be laid to rest.

Only three days have passed between the incident and the cremation, and the police have not yet given a final judgment, yet rumors are already flying everywhere, with all sorts of claims being made.

However, the prevailing narrative within the hospital is that Dr. Pang committed suicide due to excessive psychological stress.

The memorial service, organized with the assistance of the hospital, was held on a day when a light drizzle was falling, and the venue was filled with black and white decorations.

The fine rain fell on the black ribbed umbrella, the raindrops rolling down like a person's soft sobs.

Xu Qingcheng came over with an umbrella, presented flowers, and the family returned the gift.

She was a beautiful woman, probably Dr. Pang's daughter, whose eyes were swollen from crying.

Countless emotions surged within me, but in the end, I could only say, "Please accept my condolences."

Zhong Wanxiu stood beside her, constantly comforting her. Also standing next to the family members was Wen Fei, dressed in a black dress. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red and swollen. Her gaze towards Xu Qingcheng was full of hatred.

Xu Qingcheng turned and left the memorial hall. The light rain outside hit her face and felt very cold.

Unexpected events always happen suddenly.

It makes one's mood plummet to rock bottom.

Xu Qingcheng opened her umbrella and was about to leave when someone inside the house suddenly blocked her way.

Wen Fei's eyes and face were filled with grief and hatred. "Xu Qingcheng, are you satisfied now? Your teacher is gone, are you satisfied?! It's normal for surgery to have risks. It was Dr. Pang's superb surgical skills and experience that allowed her to turn the tide. If it were any other doctor, even just another doctor, half of your child's face would have been ruined, no, her whole face would have been turned into an idiot. Dr. Pang saved her! And what did you do? You repaid kindness with enmity, forcing your teacher to declare it medical malpractice! She had already retired and wasn't going to see patients anymore. She only took on the case because of the Fu family's connections, and then... and what did she do?! Do you know how much pressure your teacher was under? Even after the surgery, she was still repeatedly reviewing Xu Yuan's information. How could you pressure her like this... Xu Yuan is a person, and your teacher is a person too!"

Wen Fei's voice gradually rose from a low murmur to a sharp and piercing tone, accompanied by a tearful accusation that brought tears to people's eyes and stirred their emotions.

Among those who came to pay their respects were Dr. Pang's colleagues from Huanan Hospital, as well as many of her former friends, colleagues, and even her patients.

Wen Fei's words really resonated with everyone. The medical profession has a glamorous side, but also hardships and pressures that are unknown to most people. Moreover, it has already spread in the industry that Dr. Pang's last surgery almost ruined all the praise she had accumulated in her life.

Moreover, upon hearing that the other party was the Fu family, a powerful and influential family, Dr. Pang felt she couldn't bear the pressure.

Too many people are unaware of the close relationship between Dr. Pang and Zhong Wanxiu in private, and some don't even know who Zhong Wanxiu is, only that the Fu family of Ancheng has a powerful influence.

That child was the illegitimate son of the Fu family.

This information is enough to create countless versions of the story in everyone's mind.

The truth seems unimportant now; what matters is that perfectly good people have been driven to their deaths by them.

Dr. Pang's computer contained her detailed description of the entire surgery, her reflections on the surgical risks caused by her misjudgment of the actual situation, and also ruled out the responsibility of all other doctors who performed the surgery together.

It's fair to say that any problems with this surgery are entirely her responsibility.

This forgiving and responsible attitude moved his colleagues to tears. All the doctors and nurses involved in the surgery signed a petition, hoping that the medical association could conduct a comprehensive evaluation of the surgery. They believed that the risks in the surgical process were normal, or even controllable, and that Dr. Pang had no problems and that this was not a medical accident.

Now that the person is gone, everyone's thoughts are simple: they must not let Dr. Pang's reputation be damaged, and they demand a fair and just assessment.

In fact, the hospital has retrieved the surveillance video of the entire surgical process. It can be said that Dr. Pang handled the surgical site very well, without any violations, and even the family members' signatures were obtained for any additional surgeries.

The top experts in the medical association all gave Pang Shenghua a thumbs up for his performance during the surgery.

Those in the know can see the intricacies. If it weren't for Dr. Pang's quick reaction and proper handling, that two-year-old child would have suffered far more than just a disfigured face. If the surgery had been too long, the dosage of anesthesia could have been increased, and the child, being so young, could have died on the operating table. Even if the surgery had ended, the excessive anesthesia could have caused neurological problems in the brain, potentially turning the child into a mentally challenged individual. These are all highly possible scenarios.

Throughout the entire surgery, even at the most dangerous moments, Pang Shenghua remained calm and composed, directing the operation with unwavering composure. She was truly battling against death and against time, striving to complete the surgery in the shortest possible time and with the least harm to the child, ensuring the child's health.

Such a calm and composed person on the operating table must possess incredible mental fortitude. Yet, the stronger a person may be, the more fragile they may be, like a building that has lost its foundation and collapses in an instant.

Xu Qingcheng hadn't expected Wen Fei to suddenly attack her without any reason in this situation. She didn't even know the specific risks of the surgery. "What did you say? Wen Fei, you need to be responsible for your words! I know absolutely nothing about the surgery!"

"Now you're denying it?" Wen Fei sneered, her face gradually contorting into a grimace. "Yes, you won't admit it. How could you possibly admit it? The teacher is gone; there's no way to prove anything!"

"Give me back my teacher! You're the ones who ruined her! Give me back my teacher!" she screamed, tearing at Xu Qingcheng like a madwoman.

The umbrella fell to the ground, and not a single person around went to stop it.

It is said that people who are crazy and out of control are especially strong. Wen Fei gripped her wrist so hard that she was digging into her bones. Xu Qingcheng could not shake him off no matter what she did. She staggered and was pushed hard against the artificial hill on one side.

Xu Qingcheng's face turned pale; the jagged artificial mountain resembled a stack of sharp blades.

Everyone was angry and needed to vent, but who knew they would actually start fighting, and...

By the time the word "danger" enters everyone's mind, it's already too late!

"Wen Fei, stop!" Wen Liyan's stern voice tore through the rain, but it couldn't stop Xu Qingcheng from crashing into the artificial hill.

The sharp corner of the mountain could pierce through her back, if, if she had enough strength…

There were no other sounds in Wen Fei's mind, not even the sound of rain; it was quiet. She knew what it meant to have her flesh cut open.

"what!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, and Wen Fei fiercely covered her cheek, blood seeping from between her fingers.

Fu Jingting hugged Xu Qingcheng tightly, his chest felt like it was about to explode, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He accompanied Zhong Wanxiu here and had just exchanged a few words with Wen Liyan, but he didn't see Xu Qingcheng come over.

They came over after hearing the argument, only to find such a dangerous scene.

Fu Jingting rushed over, and before he could stop them, he could only pull Xu Qingcheng towards himself, avoiding the most dangerous spot, and use his body as a shield to protect Xu Qingcheng.

Wen Fei used all her strength on Xu Qingcheng, and before she could stop herself, half of her face was slashed by the sharp edge.

Xu Qingcheng stumbled into a broad, sturdy embrace, held tightly by the man. The expected danger didn't materialize, but she was still shaken. Her heart pounded as if it would jump out of her chest, her legs went weak, and she could only cling tightly to his shirt to steady herself. Her eyes were wet with tears of fear.

Wen Fei's scream rang out from the side, followed by everyone's exclamations and chaotic footsteps.

Xu Qingcheng's heart raced, but she still couldn't help turning her head to look. Fu Jingting reached out and covered her face, pressing her face into his arms. "Don't look, there's blood."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with an undisguised tremor. That moment had been too dangerous; she almost...

Fu Jingting looked at Wen Fei, who was surrounded by the crowd, and someone went to get a car, shouting that they should hurry up and get her to the hospital.

He pursed his lips and watched Wen Liyan accompany Wen Fei into the car.

Zhong Wanxiu rushed over, her voice filled with anxiety, "Are you all alright?"

"It's nothing," Fu Jingting shook his head.

He released his hand from her cheek, looked down at her, and asked, "Are you alright?"

The rain was still drizzling down. He held her in his arms, shielding her from most of the wind and rain. Xu Qingcheng wanted to say that she was alright, but she couldn't make a sound.

I was terrified.

He could only shake his head.

She struggled to her feet from his embrace, but her legs felt weak and unsteady, and she fell back down.

Fu Jingting simply put his arm around her and used his body to steady her. "Mom, I'll take her home first."

Zhong Wanxiu nodded. "Alright. Your father will be here in a bit, so don't worry about me."

"I don't need it, I can..." Xu Qingcheng finally found her voice.

"Don't be stubborn, let Jingting take you home," Zhong Wanxiu instructed.

Fu Jingting was leading her out when Zhong Wanxiu suddenly grabbed his arm, her voice tense and rising, "Where did you bump into? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, I'm tough. Mom, go check on Aunt Pang's daughter..." Fu Jingting gestured to the side.

Zhong Wanxiu stomped her foot. "I have to go explain to her. Wen Fei's words just now were really easy to misunderstand."

He added, "You should also go to the hospital to get it checked out; even a skin injury is still an injury."

Zhong Wanxiu hurriedly walked away.

Fu Jingting helped Xu Qingcheng walk outside. She looked up at him and asked, "Are you alright? Where did you bump into?"

She reached out to touch his back, but he stopped her, saying, "I told you it's nothing."

"Don't lie to me," Xu Qingcheng said, her voice tight, only now remembering that he had just stood behind her.

"Go to the hospital to get it checked out."

"It's nothing, just a bump. We'll put some medicine on it when we get back." He pulled his clothes open to protect her from the rain.

Fu Jingting left the driver and car behind to wait for Zhong Wanxiu, while he took Xu Qingcheng's car keys and drove her home.

"Where are you going? Back to your parents' place in Ancheng?"

Pang Shenghua's memorial service was held in Jinzhou, and it will take one or two hours to drive back.

When Xu Qingcheng saw him get into the driver's seat, he had a tense expression and carefully moved his back. She said, "Let's go to the hospital first."

Fu Jingting knew best about his own body and that there was no need for him to go to the hospital for his injury.

I simply rolled up my clothes and turned my back to show her.

His reckless actions stunned Xu Qingcheng. The bruises were most severe near his waist, followed by a patch above him with broken skin and bleeding, but thankfully, it wasn't too serious.

Xu Qingcheng took a deep breath and turned her eyes away, relieved.

Fu Jingting started the car, and as the car drove out of the funeral home, Xu Qingcheng said, "Let's go to the house I rented in Jinzhou."

Fu Jingting glanced at her. "Haven't you canceled it yet?"

"Ready to leave, but not quite done packing yet."

Fu Jingting hummed in agreement and drove forward steadily, the two of them remaining silent.

Xu Qingcheng's heart was still racing; Wen Fei had just been... terrifying.

"Dr. Pang, was it really suicide?"

Xu Qingcheng pressed her forehead against the car window. "Is Dr. Pang really under too much pressure because of Xu Yuan's surgery?"

Fu Jingting turned his head to look at her. "The autopsy showed traces of tranquilizers, but the levels were low. The connection between the tranquilizers and the accident needs to be investigated. Whether it was an accident, suicide, or murder, the police have not yet made a final determination."

Are you aware of the risks involved in the surgical procedure?

"I know that obtaining additional surgical consent is not part of the normal procedure. Given the relationship between my mother and Aunt Pang, do you think the Fu family can put pressure on her? You don't need to overthink it; just wait for the prosecution's final decision."

Xu Qingcheng thought about it and realized that she had indeed made Wen Fei lose her composure.

When they got downstairs, Xu Qingcheng went upstairs, and Fu Jingting followed her upstairs without her stopping him.

Upon entering the room, Fu Jingting noticed that some of the items had already been packed.

Xu Qingcheng rummaged through the box, and Fu Jingting asked her, "What are you looking for?"

"First-aid kit".

Fu Jingting paused, smiled slightly, and just as he bent down, Xu Qingcheng said, "You don't need to look for me, go sit on the sofa."

The man raised his eyebrows.

Xu Qingcheng found the first-aid kit and saw him sitting on the sofa. "Lie down and lift your clothes up."

"oh."

Fu Jingting responded, pulled up his shirt, and very consciously took it all off.

Xu Qingcheng, "..."