Chapter 1229: 1194 I Will Make His Line Die Out (34500 Extra Update ×26, Seeking Monthly Votes)

The woman was under thirty, but it's unclear whether her nature was always like this or she'd been driven to desperation. She stood on the windowsill, not to threaten anyone, but with a firm resolve to die.

She leapt down without hesitation.

The onlookers watching the spectacle never expected this; the old man stared, eyes glazed, motionless, as the two jumped, utterly stunned.

At that moment, two figures rushed to the window; one grabbed the woman's leg and hauled her back.

The other figure didn't move but kept watch to prevent the child from falling; however, the woman clung to the child so tightly there was no chance to intervene.

Director Zhang jumped in alarm; by the time he reacted, Su Yun had already dragged the woman back, glaring at her fiercely.

Though the woman had been brought back from death, she felt no gratitude; instead, she locked eyes with Su Yun, her gaze filled with deep loathing and hatred.

Zheng Renye was at a loss; women usually look at Su Yun with gentle, shy eyes, but this hostile stare was something he'd never seen before.

Evidently, Su Yun's looks aren't a cure-all.

"What are you doing!" Director Zhang shouted, his voice sharp from speaking too quickly, "If you want to die, don't drag the child with you!"

That remark left Zheng Ren speechless; likely the situation was too urgent, and Director Zhang was a bit dazed.

Although the hospital is accustomed to life and death, it's rare to see a patient's family member—or one under one's own care—jump from the building.

Few doctors nationwide have ever witnessed such a scene.

"Raising a child in this family? Might as well be dead." The woman spat, hatred burning, as she glared at the old man; his eyes rolled back, he went limp and fainted.

After the commotion, a stretcher was called; Director Zhang examined and listened to the old man, determining it was merely cerebral hypoperfusion from agitation, so they sent him to the Emergency Department.

Other relatives, agitated and wanting to shout, saw the woman's disheveled hair and frenzied demeanor, and held back their words.

Seeing this, Zheng Ren thought, "Better to offend a bully than a fool, better to offend a fool than someone who fears nothing." With her demeanor, few would dare provoke her.

Put bluntly, this is a family matter; even blood‑related relatives can only offer a couple of words. When it comes to seeing blood or facing a life‑or‑death situation, who would say more than a syllable?

But this will eventually need a resolution; the woman's resolve to die is firm—once saved, can she be followed for a lifetime?

They're all pitiful; Zheng Ren sighed.

"Don't get upset; let's sit down and talk, okay?" Zheng Ren crouched beside her and spoke in a calm tone.

"Can you solve the problem?" the woman sneered at Zheng Ren, "Saving lives while wearing a white coat? Pah! Your conscience has gone to the dogs!"

"Can you speak politely?" Su Yun snapped, "If you want your husband dead, it's your father‑in‑law's doing—go take it up with him if you can!"

"I will make his line die out!" the woman said coldly to Su Yun, devoid of emotion.

Even Su Yun was momentarily taken aback; that icy stare was hard to meet.

Damn, this woman is crazy—she's really crazy.

"Don't be like that; let's see how we can resolve this." Zheng Ren said, "Let me introduce myself—I'm a doctor from the 912 Intervention Department, I'm Zheng Ren, you can call me Doctor Zheng."

"Zheng Ren?" Upon hearing the introduction, Director Zhang finally realized who these two young people were.

This afternoon he was to meet Vice President Yuan to pick up Doctor Mei Ha'er; Director Zhang needed to know what the two looked like. He'd seen the photo, but the earlier emergency had prevented recognition.

Zheng Ren didn't turn to speak with Director Zhang; his priority was to calm the hysterical woman before him.

If only Chang Yue were here, Zheng Ren thought.

"What can you, a little doctor, do?" the woman scoffed, "You should know what I want—"

As she spoke, she pointed at every doctor present, her gaze like a blade slicing one after another; Zheng Ren caught a faint whiff of blood.

"You lot, wearing white coats, claim to save lives, yet the patients lie in the hospital and you push for discharge!"

"The family can't agree..." a junior doctor behind Director Zhang muttered dissent.

"I'm his lover—I don't get to decide?" the woman said coldly.

"By law, you can inherit only half the estate." Su Yun's remark was sharp; the woman shot it back with a glare, now angry and lashing out regardless.

But that's also what the Doctor 912 considered; this is truly a headache.

Upon hearing Su Yun, the woman flew into a rage.

She struggled to rise, like a mad tiger, her eyes bloodshot, terrifying to behold.

"Su Yun, go fetch Chang Yue." Zheng Ren seized the child and pressed the woman against the wall.

Su Yun pursed her lips and went downstairs.

"I understand your demand; I'll discuss it with Director Zhang—does that work for you?" Zheng Ren said.

"Who are you!" the woman cried, her voice hoarse then shrill, like a vengeful spirit; Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Who I am doesn't matter; to settle this we need two things—first, a diagnosis. You can count on me for that; at worst I'll give you a reliable diagnosis and solution."

The woman stared, stunned.

This was the first definite statement she'd heard in two days.

The young man before her, though young and somewhat simple‑minded, seemed unusually steady for some reason, and she nodded absentmindedly.

"Second, I'm not sure how to handle it when one relative demands rescue while another wants discharge. I'll get a lawyer—you can trust me, he's a medical‑savvy expert." Zheng Ren spoke, pulled out his phone, found Lawyer Ge's number, and dialed.

The woman's eyes were bloodshot as she looked at Zheng Ren; this wasn't a doctor she knew, and he differed from the rest.

"Lawyer Ge, this is Zheng Ren."

"Sure, I have a matter I'd like to consult you on—could you come over?"

"I'm at the ICU entrance of the 912—how soon can you get here?"

"Fine, let's meet shortly."

Saying that, Zheng Ren hung up and told the woman gently, "Just wait a moment; the lawyer will be here soon."

"……" The woman really was dazed, nodding blankly.

Zheng Ren exhaled; the danger had passed for now—Chang Yue would come soon, and he'd go in to check the patient before saying more.

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A student heading south told me about a case from roughly a year ago. The child and his teacher were bold, the patient's lover signed the consent, and despite the old man's pressure they went ahead and performed the procedure. Afterwards the family was inexplicably grateful, visiting several times and handing over a lot of money.