Abandoned on a stormy night, I divorced and remarried into a wealthy family.

When Song Qintang received the surgery consent form, her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her efforts to remain composed crumbled when she finally spoke, "Zeng Zhu, save my mother!"

"Okay, I will do my best."

The time outside of surgery was particularly difficult to endure; this was the 32nd time Song Qintang had spent alone in the operating room.

People don't shed tears when they are extremely scared.

I felt like every nerve in my body was stretched to the limit, and my heart felt like a lump of cotton was pounding around inside me.

She only remembered that when Zeng Zhu came out to tell her, her knitwear was already mostly wet.

Fortunately, fate did not take away her last loved one.

"Fortunately, the aunt is in a VIP ward. She has no immunity now, and even a little bit of bacteria can put her in danger."

"After a day of observation in the intensive care unit, you can go back to your ward."

With her nerves stretched to the limit, Song Qintang relaxed and slumped back in her seat.

"Thank you, Zeng Zhu..." she sobbed, unsure of what words to use to describe her feelings at that moment.

"We don't need to say these things. I've already had the caregiver thoroughly disinfect Auntie's ward."

Over the years, if it weren't for Zeng Zhu, she really wouldn't have been able to hold on by herself. Every time she worked overtime, Zeng Zhu would stay in the ward to accompany Lu Pingping.

She thought they had overcome another hurdle, but the news that came the next second chilled her to the bone.

A nurse came running towards them, covering her face, "Dr. Zeng, something terrible has happened!"

The nurse rushed out and said, "Mr. Wu and his men occupied Aunt Lu's V3 ward and even yelled at us to come out."

"What? Which General Manager Wu?!" Zeng Zhu jumped up from her chair instantly.

Even regular wards at the First Affiliated Hospital of Suzhou are in high demand, let alone VIP wards.

Given Lu Pingping's physical condition, without a private ward, she would die from a systemic infection within 24 hours.

The nurse pursed her lips and glanced at the equally shocked Song Qintang, saying, "It's Dr. Song's husband, who brought a Ms. Long who attempted suicide, and they've taken over the hospital bed!"

"He said he had booked this ward, and it just so happens that Ms. Long is staying in it now."

Ms. Long, who attempted suicide.

How could Song Qintang not know?

"Damn it!" Zeng Zhu didn't have Song Qintang's good temper. She cursed and headed towards ward V3.

"No," Song Qintang stopped her. "I'll go myself. You're at work right now; it's not appropriate for you to go."

If Zeng Zhu goes, the situation will change; she might face complaints, or even have her job affected.

As a family member, Song Qintang should be aware that even if this matter blows up, it shouldn't escalate into a doctor-patient conflict.

Lu Pingping has only one day left before she is discharged from the ICU, and time is of the essence.

When faced with life and death, Wu Haoqi should be able to distinguish between what is urgent and what is not.

Before Zeng Zhu could react, Song Qintang had already run towards ward V3.

When I arrived at the nurses' station, I specifically asked the nurse.

Lung Kin-ka cut her wrists this morning. It was discovered early and the wound was shallow, requiring only 3 stitches.

Due to the shortage of hospital beds, the outpatient doctors treated the patients and sent them home to observe.

Because Wu Haoqi was worried, he carried Long Jianjia to the V3 ward.

The nurse told him about Lu Pingping's condition and how much she needed the room, but instead of leaving, he yelled at the nurse and kicked her out.

Upon reaching the door, Wu Haoqi was seen bending down to wipe away stray hairs from Long Jianjia's forehead as she lay on the hospital bed.

She knocked and entered, but before she could speak, Wu Haoqi coldly said, "You drove Jianjia to suicide, and you still have the nerve to come here?"

"Jianjia needs to rest. Move your mother's things out of the way; they're in the way!"

Knowing that Wu Haoqi favored Long Jianjia, Song Qintang never expected him to go to such lengths. But now was not the time to argue with him. She swallowed her grievances and said, "My mother just finished emergency treatment and needs this room..."

Song Qintang's words were interrupted by Wu Haoqi's angry voice. She looked up and saw Wu Haoqi's angry and disappointed eyes. "Song Qintang, I've booked the V3 ward for three years."

"Jianjia needs it now, but she'll only stay for a few days."

"What? Your mother is staying in the hospital room I booked, but Jianjia can't?"

Song Qintang froze, her hands clenching at her sides, her nails digging into her flesh. She spoke, "I can find Jianjia a new ward."

Wu Haoqi's mocking gaze was undisguised. "If you had been nicer to Jianjia earlier, she wouldn't have been driven to suicide by you."

"You're still thinking about your mother who's been in a coma for three years? You're a member of the Wu family now, so you should prioritize the Wu family."

"Liao Jianjia can't take hardship, so let your mother find you again!"

Song Qintang understood that she couldn't get the ward back. The grievances that had been building up for years were slowly awakening at this moment. She looked at Wu Haoqi and said, "You think I'm not good to the Wu family, but when have you ever treated me like family?"

Wu Haoqi looked at Song Qintang with disappointment, "Do you deserve to be treated as family because of what you've done?"

"From the moment you came in, all you've been thinking about is getting a hospital room. Have you ever once shown any concern for Jianjia? Every time my mother is sick, it's Jianjia who takes care of her!"

"Song Qintang, I don't owe you anything."

He was the one who wouldn't let her go upstairs, and he was also the one who disliked the idea that she had bacteria on her.

Now, however, she is being accused of disrespecting her juniors and being unfilial to her elders.

Looking at the person in front of him, Song Qintang felt that although he was unwilling, he had taken responsibility as a man and had booked a hospital room for his mother for the past three years.

She truly saw him as a salvation in the darkness, and even after he changed, she still tolerated him.

But now, even though he knows his mother is at a critical moment of life and death, he remains indifferent and unresponsive.

Long Jianjia slowly opened her eyes, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, her face as pale as paper.

She looked at Wu Haoqi, tears welling up in her eyes, and said softly, "Brother Qi, I'm fine. Don't argue about me. I'm going home now and I'll give the ward to Aunt Lu."

Wu Haoqi walked to the bedside, his eyes red-rimmed, and pressed Long Jianjia, who was about to get up, back onto the bed. "You said you were fine, but you're already delicate. Otherwise, if I hadn't found out, you would have..."

His tone had completely lost the fierceness he had shown when confronting Song Qintang. Instead, it was indulgent and slightly reproachful as he said, "Don't do anything foolish again. I'll always be there to back you up."

"Mmm." Long Jianjia pouted and nodded with teary eyes, looking pitiful and docile.

Wu Haoqi gently grasped her bandaged wrist and carefully blew on it, his movements as gentle as if he were blowing on the most precious treasure.

His gaze towards her was gentle and doting, yet filled with lingering fear.

Song Qintang stared blankly at Wu Haoqi.

In the three years of our marriage, he had never been so tender to me.

This is probably the difference between love and not love.

What else is there to not understand? She can't get this hospital room back.

My heart feels like it's being torn apart inch by inch.

But Song Qintang held back and spoke again, her voice pleading, "Haoqi, I beg you, please give the ward to my mother. I promise I won't cause you any more trouble in the future."

Upon hearing this, Wu Haoqi paused. This was the first time Song Qintang had humbled herself to beg him. Over the years, despite being subjected to emotional abuse and misunderstandings, she had never asked him for anything.

Is she using a "self-inflicted injury" tactic?