But Jing Zetang was here to treat Yan Mo. How could she put it?
What if Yan Mo misunderstood that she also suspected there was something wrong with her mentally?
"Doctor Jing Zetang," Jing Zhen declined politely.
"You'd better talk to Yan Mo about this in person. She's quite easy - going. As long as you can convince her with sound reasoning, she'll cooperate with you."
"Really?"
Jing Zetang was a bit skeptical. He recalled that last night Yan Mo had rushed in with a girl in her arms in a hurry, and her words were as sharp as a loaded gun.
He didn't think Yan Mo was easy - going at all.
"If she beats me up, you have to protect me," Jing Zetang joked.
Jing Zhen let out a chuckle. Her pale cheeks flushed, making her look lively. "Hahaha, Doctor Jing Zetang, Yan Mo isn't as terrifying as you describe."
"What are you two doing!"
Song Fuqiang strode in menacingly and saw Jing Zhen chatting and laughing with a strange man.
Sure enough, she had a new lover!
When he was at home before, he had never seen Jing Zhen smile at him like this!
The pleasant atmosphere in the ward was shattered.
Jing Zhen never expected Song Fuqiang to find this place. She nervously tightened the bedsheet and asked him hoarsely.
"How did you get here?"
Jing Zhen was worried that their affairs might implicate Jing Zetang, so she asked him to leave.
"Doctor Jing Zetang, you'd better go first. I have some private matters here. I'll talk to you after I've sorted them out."
Jing Zetang knew that Jing Zhen was afraid of the man in front of her. He walked over and stood at the end of the hospital bed, separating Song Fuqiang from Jing Zhen.
"Sir, this lady needs to rest. Could you come back when she's better?"
"No."
Song Fuqiang directly reached out to push Jing Zetang, his tone extremely rude.
"She's my woman. I can come to see her whenever I want!"
"Get out of my way, you look - alike of Lu Chuanbai!"
Even though he was treated rudely, Jing Zetang didn't show the slightest sign of anger and still stood firmly in place.
"Sir, if you disrupt the order of the ward, I can call the security guards."
"Get out of my way!" Blinded by anger and jealousy, Song Fuqiang directly picked up the chair next to the bed and shouted at Jing Zetang.
"If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for hitting you!"
Xu Qingqing and Yan Mo were chatting and laughing as they came to the floor where Jing Zhen was. They saw a crowd gathered around one of the wards, and there were continuous shouts and curses coming from inside.
Yan Mo asked Xu Qingqing to wait outside with the child while she went to check the situation first.
Squeezing through the crowd, she saw Song Fuqiang holding a chair and arguing with Jing Zetang.
Song Fuqiang was extremely emotional, holding the chair high and ruining Jing Zhen and Jing Zetang's reputations.
"Everyone come and take a look! The woman on the hospital bed is my wife, and this doctor is trying to seduce her just because he's young!"
"Don't you doctors in this hospital have any medical ethics?"
The onlookers, who were in the dark, all showed expressions of eagerness to gossip.
The anger in Yan Mo's heart flared up again. She vented all the grievances she had suffered from Sun Feifei on Song Fuqiang.
Taking advantage of Song Fuqiang's inattention, Yan Mo snatched the chair from his hand and slammed it hard on his head.
"What are you talking nonsense about? Jing Zhen has nothing to do with you! If you don't get out of here right now, I'll make sure you leave here on a stretcher!"
After saying that, Yan Mo raised the chair menacingly.
Song Fuqiang was really scared by Yan Mo's fierce look. Blood started to flow again from his head which had just been bandaged.
"You guys just wait. I won't let you off!" Song Fuqiang left angrily after leaving this threat.
Xu Qingqing also pulled Xu Yiyi to disperse the crowd.
"Stop looking. There's nothing to see. Everyone, just go!"
After Xu Qingqing and Xu Yiyi entered the ward, Xu Qingqing closed the door.
An awkward silence filled the air.
Yan Mo threw the chair on the ground. Looking at Jing Zetang and Jing Zhen, she recalled the scene of Jing Zetang laughing and joking with a group of female nurses yesterday.
Could this guy really be trying to make a move on Jing Zhen?
Jing Zhen, on the other hand, was thinking about the relationship between Yan Mo and Jing Zetang. Doctor Jing Zetang was a nice guy. If he was with Jing Zhen, he could take care of her.
Jing Zetang was more certain in his mind that Jing Zhen must have some mental problems. She was irritable and prone to violence.
Xu Qingqing didn't have any particular thoughts, but she felt extremely awkward when no one said a word.
After a moment of silence, it was Xu Yiyi, who was good at reading the atmosphere, who spoke up to ask about Jing Zhen's condition.
"Aunt Jing Zhen, does your wound still hurt?"
Xu Yiyi held the bouquet of flowers she had bought and offered it to Jing Zhen.
"Thank you for your concern. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Jing Zhen smiled and ruffled Xu Yiyi's hair, exclaiming in surprise, "Qingqing, is this your child? She's so good - looking!"
"She's just a smart - aleck," Xu Qingqing said with a smile.
Yan Mo looked at Jing Zetang, who was standing there awkwardly, with a scowl.
"What are you doing in the ward? I remember you're a psychiatrist, right? Jing Zhen doesn't have any psychological barriers anymore. You can leave."
"Oh, so you just use people and then discard them?" Jing Zetang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Mo with interest.
"What do you mean by 'use people and then discard them'!" Yan Mo glared at Jing Zetang.
That sounded so offensive.
Jing Zhen on the hospital bed quickly tried to smooth things over. "Yan Mo, I was feeling a bit down and out, so I asked Doctor Jing Zetang to come."
"Doctor Jing Zetang, I'm really sorry to trouble you."
"It's no trouble," Jing Zetang gave Yan Mo a meaningful look, shrugged, and opened the door to leave.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to say, "Since someone doesn't welcome me here, I'd better leave quickly."
After Jing Zetang left, Yan Mo sat down beside the bed and muttered, "Humph, who is he insinuating about?"
Looking at Jing Zhen's still pale face, Yan Mo asked with concern.
"How did Song Fuqiang know you were here? Do you want me to call some guys to beat him up again?"
After saying that, Yan Mo took out her phone as if she was going to contact some hooligans she knew.
"No need," Jing Zhen reached out her hand to stop Yan Mo and forced a bitter smile.
"He's wearing a hospital gown, so he should be in the same hospital as me."
"Don't go and beat him. I feel fine. I'd better go back and rest."
"What a doomed relationship," Yan Mo complained. "Then you can stay at my place after you're discharged. I'll take care of you."
"That's not okay. You're so busy with work every day. I can't be a burden to you," Jing Zhen said weakly with a smile.
"I've been working these days and saved up quite a bit of money. I can rent a place."
"No way. Your father is still being treated. You need the money," Yan Mo said, thinking about Jing Zhen's situation.
Seeing that neither of them was willing to listen to the other, Xu Qingqing thought of her elder brother Xu Yan.
This was a great opportunity to bring Jing Zhen to her brother.
"Why don't you come and stay at my place? I'm married, and my room has been empty all this time."
"Sister Jing Zhen, do you still remember my mom? She misses you very much."