Chapter 102: Chapter 102: This Plot… Did She Enter the Wrong Book? Chapter 102: Chapter 102: This Plot… Did She Enter the Wrong Book? Jiang Family members: “…”
If Jiang Jingcheng had heard this.
He would have been mad enough to come back to life.
Originally, because of the “nude photo” incident, even the ever-stable Jiang Jingcheng had gotten angry.
They couldn’t believe that Jiang Nanshu was foolish enough to sell nude photos.
Jiang Yunchuan sighed anxiously, “I hope my elder brother is alright… this is too tragic…”
Oh, but he was also in a tragic situation.
If he had slept with Lin Yueyue and continued to be entangled with her, he might have contracted AIDS, unimaginable to think of himself passing away two years later.
Because he had kissed her, during the check-up time, he was extremely anxious, but fortunately, it was nothing.
The group arrived at the operating room, where the red light was glaringly bright.
The hospital staff looked at them questioningly, a nurse who recognized them as Jiang Jingcheng’s family asked, “Hello, are you here to see Doctor Jiang? He’s inside performing surgery, it’s been a while, he should be out soon.”
Mrs. Jiang nearly didn’t stand her ground, but Jiang Yunchuan quickly supported her.
Jiang Zhouye glanced at Jiang Nanshu, then turned his head and hoarsely whispered, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
Nurse: “?”
They didn’t understand but were deeply moved.
That’s what family is.
The whole family waiting outside during a surgery…
After about half an hour, the operating room doors opened, and a patient covered in a white blanket was wheeled out.
Jiang Nanshu quickly rushed over, sobbing, “Elder brother, woo, what would we do if you died? I’m really going insane, I can’t accept that such a cruel thing could happen to you.”
Perhaps Jiang Nanshu’s crying had drawn the sympathy of those around.
Some began to console.
“Big girl, he’s gone, but you’re still alive, you have to let go a little.”
“Exactly, alas, take good care of yourself.”
Jiang Nanshu was about to respond when he saw Jiang Jingcheng walking out in surgical scrubs.
His gaze was cold as he stared at the stunned face of Jiang Nanshu and smiled slightly, “You really care about me, seeing you like this, if I really died, wouldn’t you go crazy?”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[Why? How can you be perfectly fine? Did your injury transfer? Weren’t you stabbed, how can you stand here perfectly fine! Why? I’m going crazy.]
Jiang Jingcheng continued, “Hurry up and let go, Doctor Wu is still in critical condition, he needs to be moved to the ICU, we can’t delay.”
Jiang Nanshu then realized that this was Wu Guo, who had fed Jiang Jingcheng a virus and caused him to be stabbed by a patient’s family member.
At this moment his face was pale, lying on the hospital bed, barely alive.
The nurse immediately wheeled the person away.
Seeing Jiang Jingcheng perfectly fine, Mrs. Jiang finally felt relieved, “I’m glad you’re okay, we received the news at home that you were stabbed, we were almost scared to death.”
Jiang Jingcheng’s usually indifferent eyes softened a bit, “It might have been too chaotic at the scene, the patient’s family rushed in front of me, which might have caused the mistake.”
His gaze was indifferent, his tone unemotional and flat, “There’s an owner for every wrong and a debtor for every debt, it was Wu Guo who prescribed the wrong medication and killed someone, causing the patient’s family to become enraged and creating this tragedy, no one else is to blame.”
Jiang Nanshu felt conflicted.
[It shouldn’t be you continuing to take the blame for Wu Guo, leading the family members on, and making the situation worse, eventually moving out of ICU unconscious, and then finding out you were infected with a virus! Something is really off.]
At this moment, Jiang Nanshu really wanted to ask Da Shachun.
Is she sure this is the same book they are all in?
“Why isn’t the plot the same!”
Had she entered the wrong book?
At this moment, she was deeply skeptical.
Jiang Jingcheng looked at the string of white daisies on Jiang Nanshu’s braid. Hmm, it was evident that she was there to mourn for him.
He reached out to straighten her crooked hairpin. “Next time, don’t be so flustered. I’m not going to die.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[The thing I feared most has finally happened… I don’t want to respond to that, really strong plot poison indeed.]
She was fuming and started to rethink the problem.
A hint of a smile flashed in Jiang Jingcheng’s eyes.
He should thank his sister for helping him avoid this distasteful fate.
The next moment, a doctor in a white coat rushed up to Jiang Jingcheng, followed by a crowd.
“Jiang Jingcheng! How could your heart be so cruel? How dare you harm my son? Do you know how helpless he was when he was stabbed? And you even led the relatives of a deceased patient! Because of you, my son is still in critical condition.”
The leading doctor, red-faced and neck swollen with anger, looked like he was about to fight Jiang Jingcheng if it weren’t for the crowd.
Jiang Jingcheng’s gaze suddenly turned cold. “Director Wu, from beginning to end, this is your son’s fault. I’ve said before that with his qualifications, he doesn’t deserve to work at Beijing People’s Hospital, but you still found a way for him. Usually, when he prescribes the wrong medication to patients, I correct it for him. After all, a life is at stake. I don’t want his carelessness to lead to a patient’s death.”
“But he resented my advice, and this time his wrong prescription caused a patient’s death. It is his own responsibility, yet he lied to the deceased’s family, saying it was I who prescribed it. If I hadn’t provided evidence to clear my name, that knife could have been plunged into me.”
“Wu Guo brought it upon himself. His attempt to harm others backfired, and his death is no great loss.”
After Jiang Jingcheng finished speaking, Director Wu, with red eyes, wanted to choke him but Jian Hemian, who suddenly stepped in front of Jiang Jingcheng, pushed him away with one hand.
Adjusting his round glasses, concealing the coldness in his phoenix eyes, his lips curled into a smirk. “Talk is talk, no need for violence. Otherwise, I won’t know where this knife might end up.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at the fruit knife in his hand: “…”
[What’s up, can’t you live without this knife? Carrying it everywhere.]
She was so frustrated by the plot that she didn’t bother intervening, just standing by and watching.
Director Wu was frightened by the knife, not daring to step forward, but thinking of his son, whose fate was unknown, grief surged from his heart. He only had this one son; wouldn’t his loss be equivalent to losing his own life?
He gritted his teeth. “Could you not lead them somewhere else? You had to lead them to my son’s office. You deceitful person, the hospital should fire you! You’re not fit to be a doctor.”
Jiang Jingcheng retorted. “Director Wu, it was the seeds your son sowed. Why should others bear the fruit he has reaped? As for hospital firing me, it isn’t just up to you to decide, and I haven’t made any mistakes.”
“You…”
The old dean, who had hurriedly arrived, shouted sharply, “Enough! No more arguing!”
Seeing the dean, Director Wu reluctantly shut his mouth.
The old dean looked stern. “Now that the hospital has had a fatality, this matter must be suppressed. Old Wu, the hospital won’t protect your son; someone must take responsibility for this.”
Director Wu turned pale.
“Starting now, Wu Guo will be suspended along with you. As for Jingcheng…” The old dean’s tone softened slightly, “you take a few days off at home, and come back once the matter is settled.”
Jiang Jingcheng was naturally an asset to Cardiac Surgery, a pillar in the field. The surgeries he had managed had never failed, so naturally, the old dean wouldn’t let him leave the position.
Jiang Jingcheng, of course, had no objections.
His gaze was cold and mocking as he looked towards the dispirited Director Wu.
His position was sealed.
Finally, Jiang Jingcheng left with them in the car heading home.
Jiang Nanshu slumped in the back seat, dejected, resigned to doom.
Jiang Jingcheng sat in the passenger seat and asked slowly, “I heard you’re going to Fenglin Villa today?”
Jiang Leyi nodded. “Yes, Aunt Chu is hosting, inviting us to join.”
“Hmm.” He responded lightly, “The hospital just gave me a leave, I’ll go with you.”