"How long do I have to hide?" Jiang Manyao's mental state had already collapsed, and her eyes were empty as she asked.

Jiang Manling avoided the traces of red wine and all kinds of food trash on the floor and stood in the darkness. "Now that the family already knows about the trouble you caused, Dad is very angry. I'm trying my best to get you out of the situation, but if it gets bigger, Dad will definitely not deal with you so easily."

"I believe you, sister." Jiang Manyao shrunk her body like a reflex and said with a trembling voice.

Mr.Jiang had a violent temper and was extremely harsh on them when she was young. Her memories of using a belt to whip her body until it was blue and purple scared her to this day.

"What else do you have for Luan Xiao's diagnosis other than the one in the hospital? Recall it carefully and don't let go of any details. Tell me everything!" Jiang Manling really did not want to continue cleaning up the mess, but the matter was very important, and it was likely to affect the Jiang family's business domain, so she could only endure.

Jiang Manyao didn't dare to recall it carelessly. She said everything along with the conversations in the office, "Also, Wu Yang, she knows best. If she stood up and criticized me, would things …" Jiang Manyao said with a twisted expression.

If it wasn't for Wu Yang, nothing would have happened.

If it wasn't for her meddling, Luan Xiao would have fallen ill at home. At that time, no one knew what kind of illness she had died of!

"Even if she wants to say it, someone needs to believe it." Jiang Manling said casually.

These past few days, Jiang Manling had secretly contacted the media reporters with whom she knew each other, promising generous remuneration in exchange for increasingly fierce guidance of public opinion, and even several medical forums had generated hot topics, criticizing and condemning Wu Yang for his careless and unprofessional judgments.

No one would believe what a doctor with "bad medical ethics" said.

Jiang Manling secretly noted down where there might be evidence left behind, and even more so the list of doctors and nurses who needed to be bribed and sealed, and mercilessly turned around to leave.

The DS Hospital was in a state of panic, and its leaders issued a special statement warning all colleagues that they must keep their mouths shut and not be lured out of their mouths. When Head Nurse Xu patrolled the ward, he saw two patients who were first diagnosed by Wu Yang clashing with the people in the other beds. He hurriedly separated them and said, "What is going on? Do you feel sick?"

"Head Nurse, we all see what kind of serious and responsible person Dr.Wu Yang is. We can't listen to rumors." The patient said indignantly, almost pushing open the wound that had just been operated on.

Head Nurse Xu's heart was sour. After comforting the other party, she whispered, "Right now, the hospital is still watching the development of the situation. Making a commotion is not good for Dr.Wu Yang. I know that you are thinking about her in your hearts. Just wait for her to come back. Don't argue anymore …"

"Alright." The patient agreed, but his face was filled with indispensable sorrow.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yang woke up in a daze. He wanted to see the time on his phone screen, but found that no matter how hard he pressed it, it couldn't light up. Fumbling through the darkness to find the charging line, he kicked his foot to the edge of the bed, causing tears to flow out of his eyes.

On the screen, there were more than ten missed calls and hundreds of unread text messages. Wu Yang looked at them numbly and did not reply.

He took the remaining half a bowl of beef noodles to the kitchen last night, drunk all the boiled water under normal temperature, opened the freezer and looked at the neatly arranged red wine. He wanted to pour out a cup of beef noodles, but he still dropped his hand and gave up. As a doctor, he was not allowed to drink alcohol. He needed to stay alert at all times. Otherwise, the hospital would need an operation on temporary notice. This would not guarantee hand tremor and would affect the patient's safety.

"Dingdong, dingdong …"

"Buzz buzz …"

The phone and doorbell rang at the same time. Wu Yang turned around and looked at the screen flashing on the bedside table in the bedroom. He walked to the entrance and asked, "Who is it?"

"Who is it?" There was no answer outside the door. Wu Yang frowned and asked. He tentatively opened the door only to find that there was an express delivery box on the carpet. There was no sender or recipient, so it was a little empty.

Wu Yang sighed as he returned to the living room. He sat on the wool blanket and held the phone between his ears and shoulders. He heard Yan Lang say, "Auntie, you finally picked up the phone! I can't get in touch with you. If I hadn't seen your bedside lamp still on, I would have almost called the police to break the door!"

"It's not that exaggerated. It's been a long time since I've slept so peacefully." Wu Yang forced a smile as he picked up the knife and opened the express delivery.

Yan Lang breathed a sigh of relief. "From graduation to clinical practice, you have been on call for 24 hours. Your phone is open 24 hours a day. It's hard! I'll buy you some raw fried buns and fried dumplings and open the door."

"Wait a moment." Wu Yang put down the courier box that had opened a gap. He opened the door and looked at Yan Lang, who was wearing a casual T-shirt and a pair of five-point sports shorts. Then, he turned around and went back.

Yan Lang somewhat gloomily restrained her deliberately concave posture and went to the kitchen to look for plates to hold raw fried buns. "I talked to head nurse Xu on the phone. Luan Xiao has already woken up. The indicators have recovered very well, and the rescue was timely. "You and I combined our swords. The patient's focus was treated very cleanly. Luan Xiao can return to the appearance of an ordinary child in the future. As long as you don't exercise intensely or harbor the dreams of an athlete, there won't be any problem …"

'"Ah" I thought I would hear Wu Yang mock his pride, but I didn't expect to hear a scream.

Yan Lang was so frightened that she threw the fried buns in her hands to the side and ran to the living room. She saw Wu Yang hiding in the corner with his head crossed. In front of her was a letter written by a bloody mouse and red paint. At first glance, it looked like a blood book.

"Don't be afraid, it's fake." Yan Lang immediately squatted down and tossed the items into the carton. He turned around and patted Wu Yang's shoulder comfortably.

Wu Yang did not faint from blood, nor was she afraid of any creature that needed to be undug, but she was afraid of rats.

During the unraveling class, she would go to the bathroom to vomit for half an hour every time she finished her task, and her arms and neck would develop an emergency rash.

"Who sent it?" Yan Lang checked the source of the express box.

Wu Yang shook his head and said with a trembling voice, "Someone rang the doorbell and put it at the door …"

"Looks like that group of cynical brutes came to your address. It's not safe here. You can move to my place. Today is a dead mouse, I wonder what tomorrow will be …" After Yan Lang finished speaking, he was about to pack her things. Wu Yang was so scared that he forgot to stop her.

"What happened?" Wen Zhan knitted his eyebrows at the door and asked with a bad expression.

Wu Yang was used to his behavior of entering and leaving his home, but Yan Lang was exceptionally conflicted. He stood up and blocked their line of sight, saying, "President Wen, you shouldn't be so idle now, right? With Sister Yang being taken care of by me, you don't have to worry about it."