Chapter 583

Gao Qilan then walked toward Wang Wei and Li Lian's hospital beds.

Every step she took forward,

the family members immediately stepped aside and watched Gao Qilan with tense eyes.

The emergency ward was a large general ward,

housing twelve beds in a single room,

so,

Zhao Lei, Wang Wei, Li Lian, and others all shared the same ward.

Gao Qilan checked the vital signs of several patients and confirmed none showed abnormal symptoms,

then took a pen from her pocket,

and wrote her name and the time of her rounds on the bedside chart at the foot of the bed.

Seeing that Gao Qilan had finished questioning everyone,

Li Lian's family member gathered courage and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Gao, how serious is my husband? Is his life in danger? Does he have signs of brain hemorrhage? Look, he's been beaten this badly…"

"It's fine. So far, all are just external injuries."

Gao Qilan replied calmly, then signed her name on Wang Wei's bedside chart,

and then,

several family members quietly pressed further: "Doctor Gao, they clearly got beaten, right? Shouldn't we report this to the police? They're this badly hurt—we must seek justice!"

"…."

Gao Qilan did not answer,

only glanced at Wang Wei on the bed,

and then,

Zhao Lei on bed 2 struggled to speak: "No, no, we weren't beaten."

"Not beaten?!"

Zhao Lei's fat wife's face darkened,

she clenched imaginary hips and glared at Zhao Lei with a scowl: "Zhao Lei, did you and the others go out chasing other women again and get beaten up?!"

"Zhao Lei, this isn't the first or second time. Last year, you got your leg broken and claimed it was a car accident; the year before, you were stripped naked and shaved bald and claimed you were exorcising demons; just a few days ago, your head was smashed again…"

"Zhao Lei, to be honest, if it weren't for the kids and your monthly salary of tens of thousands, I wouldn't stay with you a single day. And stop pretending—just admit it: who's wife did you mess with this time?"

Her words

made Zhao Lei furious and desperate,

seeing the cold, goddess-like doctor standing beside him,

Zhao Lei desperately tried to salvage his image,

so he struggled to lift his head,

slowly turned toward Gao Qilan,

and said with difficulty: "Doctor Gao, don't listen to my wife—she's insane, her mind is broken, she has delusions."

"Doctor Gao, I really was hit by a car, truly—we all were hit by cars, right?"

"Wang Wei, Li Lian, say something quick!"

Seeing the others didn't respond immediately,

Zhao Lei urged them urgently,

Wang Wei and Li Lian, under the knife-like stares of their families,

gritted their teeth and agreed: "Yes, yes, Doctor Gao, wife (Mom), we really were hit by a car!"

"Hmm."

Gao Qilan gave no reaction, only replied calmly,

took Zhao Lei's bedside chart, wrote her name and time,

then quietly regarded Zhao Lei for a moment,

before saying: "It's late. You should rest soon. Family members may rent a folding bed to stay overnight, but keep noise down—don't disturb other patients."

"Understood, Doctor Gao."

Zhao Lei's fat wife replied obediently,

then shot Zhao Lei a furious glare,

Gao Qilan said nothing more,

turned and walked out,

while Zhao Lei,

at that moment, tilted his head, staring fixedly at Gao Qilan's retreating back,

"Slap!"

Seeing this,

the fat wife could no longer bear it,

delivered Zhao Lei a hard slap across the face,

and then,

loud slaps echoed from the other beds one after another…

After completing rounds,

returning to the doctors' break room,

Gao Qilan took off her white coat and washed her hands thoroughly with soap first.

Only then did she take out her phone from her pocket and check WeChat.

A whole day had passed,

yet there was no news at all.

Gao Qilan didn't mind; she set the phone down,

then opened the lunchbox before her.

Inside the lunchbox,

the dumplings that had once steamed hot were now cold,

but Gao Qilan still picked one up with her chopsticks and slowly placed it in her mouth.

Perhaps it was because of that night's kindness from An Xin,

that Gao Qilan had come to love dumplings.

And then,

she had eaten them for nearly twenty years.

In those twenty years,

Jinghai had seen great upheavals and changes,

and Gao Qilan herself had experienced the peaks and valleys of life.

As for the people around her,

they had departed one after another,

even that girl Huang Yao had...

Enough,

enough.

Gao Qilan let out a soft sigh.

She had promised not to recall the past,

yet she kept thinking of it from time to time.

Perhaps,

it was also because of this plate of dumplings before her?

So,

Gao Qilan stood up holding the dumpling, then threw both the dumpling and the entire lunchbox into the trash can.

Only then did her eyes grow slightly red,

as she whispered softly, "Gao Qilan, you said you would forget. Then forget completely, and start anew!"