Yan Mo was still happy that Jing Zhen had finally come to her senses when she suddenly heard a man's curses, a woman's miserable screams, and then a loud thud.
Oh no!
Song Fuqiang must have attacked Jing Zhen!
Yan Mo knew something was wrong. Remembering what Lawyer Hu had told her, she turned on the video recording on her phone and rushed into the Song family's villa.
"Song Fuqiang, stop! If you dare to hit Jing Zhen again, I'll kill you!"
Yan Mo rushed all the way to the second floor and saw Song Fuqiang straddling Jing Zhen, pulling her hair and smashing her head against the wall.
Yan Mo made sure the violent scene was recorded. She picked up the vase on the dressing table and smashed it hard on Song Fuqiang's head.
"Scumbag! How dare you hit a woman! Aren't you ashamed!"
"Jing Zhen! Are you okay!"
Yan Mo threw herself onto the bed, put her phone in her pocket, and checked Jing Zhen's injuries.
Jing Zhen had a large wound on her forehead, bleeding profusely. There were also other small wounds on her cheeks. She looked a complete mess.
"Stay away! Stay away!"
Jing Zhen's mental state was not good. Sensing someone touching her face, she recoiled to the corner of the bed.
"Don't touch me, scumbag!"
"Jing Zhen, it's me! I'm Yan Mo, your good friend!"
Yan Mo pointed two fingers at herself, hoping Jing Zhen would recognize her.
Jing Zhen hugged her head painfully, like a frightened little beast.
Her almond eyes, black and white, filled with tears, stared straight at Yan Mo.
Like an old machine starting up very slowly, Jing Zhen stared at Yan Mo for a few seconds before finally reacting. She cried and threw herself into Yan Mo's arms.
"Yan Mo, take me away quickly! I don't want to stay here!"
"I know. I'll take you away right away!"
Yan Mo gave the groaning Song Fuqiang on the ground two more blows, then picked up Jing Zhen and ran outside.
"Yan Mo, if you dare to take Jing Zhen away, I'll sue you! I will!"
Song Fuqiang was dizzy. He staggered to his feet, leaned against the doorframe, and shouted downstairs.
"Then go ahead and sue. I'm not afraid of your medical bills!"
Yan Mo shouted back and continued running with Jing Zhen in her arms.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she ran outside, she met Song Nuannuan, who was coming back from shopping.
Song Nuannuan's hair was dyed purple again. She was wearing a dark Gothic-style miniskirt and had a popsicle in her mouth.
When Song Nuannuan saw Yan Mo carrying the blood-covered Jing Zhen out, she was stunned for a moment, and the popsicle in her mouth fell to the ground with a thud.
"Get out of the way!"
Yan Mo thought Song Nuannuan was going to stop her and shouted at her.
Surprisingly, Song Nuannuan didn't do anything else. She just stepped aside and made way, with a big smile on her face.
"If you take Jing Zhen away, make sure she never comes back!"
"I will never let her return to this hell!"
Without looking back, Yan Mo continued running with the unconscious Jing Zhen in her arms.
Even though her own home was called a hell, Song Nuannuan wasn't angry at all. She waved at Yan Mo's back.
"Byebye."
Yan Mo took Jing Zhen to the hospital that night. But it seemed that Jing Zhen had developed a psychological shadow after being beaten by Song Fuqiang.
She would scream in fear at the sight of a male doctor and wouldn't let the doctor bandage her wounds obediently.
Yan Mo had no choice but to ask the hospital to replace the doctor with a female one.
"Let go of me! Let go of me! Don't hit me!"
Yan Mo watched painfully as Jing Zhen shrank into the corner of the hospital bed. She wanted to slap herself.
If only she hadn't agreed to Jing Zhen's request back then.
It was all her fault!
As she thought about it, Yan Mo slapped her own cheeks. She hit herself hard, and her cheeks were swollen after just a few slaps.
"This is the first time I've seen such a way to comfort a friend."
A gentle voice came from behind. Yan Mo turned around and fell into a pair of smiling eyes.
It was a young and gentle-looking male doctor. His skin was fair, and his features were regular. He looked very pleasant.
Especially his eyes, which curved into an arc when he smiled. They were very infectious.
Seeing another male doctor, Yan Mo frowned unhappily. "Sorry, my friend gets extremely emotional at the sight of men, so I'd like a female doctor!"
"Your friend has post - traumatic stress disorder. She needs to see a psychiatrist, not a female doctor."
The man smiled and shook his head. He walked over to the bed casually and coaxed Jing Zhen, who was huddled in the corner, in an extremely gentle voice.
"Hello, my name is Jing Zetang. What's your name?"
Jing Zetang.
Yan Mo repeated the name silently in her heart.
It sounded like the name of a hospital pharmacy.
The female nurse who came in with Jing Zetang told Yan Mo not to worry.
"Doctor Jing Zetang is a well - known psychiatrist in our hospital. He's very good at comforting people."
"Really?"
Thinking of Jing Zhen's attitude towards men, Yan Mo was skeptical of Jing Zetang.
But when she turned her head, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Jing Zetang and Jing Zhen were actually chatting.
"This... This is impossible!"
Yan Mo was extremely surprised.
Jing Zetang comforted Jing Zhen for a long time, and Jing Zhen was no longer as panicked as before.
The female nurse immediately went over to give Jing Zhen an anesthetic and prepared for the stitching operation.
Jing Zetang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Mo. He knew Yan Mo didn't trust him, so he deliberately came in front of her.
"You're quite good, aren't you?" Yan Mo forced a rather awkward smile, and her face looked very stiff.
"Yeah."
Jing Zetang just replied with a single word, leaving its meaning ambiguous.
Yan Mo didn't know if it meant he wasn't angry anymore or if he thought her apology wasn't sincere enough.
Just when Yan Mo didn't know what to do, Jing Zetang handed her a business card.
"This is my business card. If you feel you have psychological problems, you can come to me."
Come on!
I don't have any psychological problems!
Although Yan Mo was complaining in her heart, she still maintained a calm face and took the business card.
"Okay."
Seeing that she had taken it, Jing Zetang walked past Yan Mo.
"Harming yourself is not the way to solve problems."
Before leaving, he left a sentence for Yan Mo. Although Yan Mo knew it was true, she felt a bit dissatisfied in her heart.
As long as she could get rid of her anger, it didn't matter how much she hurt herself. Besides, she wasn't hurting anyone else.
He was really nosy!
Yan Mo waited in the hospital until Jing Zhen had her stitches. After Jing Zhen fell into a deep sleep on the hospital bed and Yan Mo had paid the fees, she left the hospital, exhausted.
When passing by the hospital lobby, Yan Mo saw Jing Zetang chatting and laughing with several young nurses.
Yan Mo turned her head uncomfortably, pretending not to see him.
It was already past 10 p.m. Yan Mo sat in the car and sent a message to Xu Qingqing.
Yan Mo: Jing Zhen is injured. If your brother has time, ask him to come to the hospital to see Jing Zhen.
Jing Zhen's emotions are very unstable. Maybe seeing your brother will make her feel better.
Some things can't be forced. Jing Zhen got married and took the initiative to show kindness to Xu Yan, but Xu Yan didn't accept it at all.
That just means there's no possibility between them.