Chapter 7: She Clearly Put So Much Medicine in the Chicken Soup—Why Didn’t It Work at All?

“Really? I didn’t see anything.”

Jiang Yubai forced a smile. His eyes were evasive, and he almost didn’t dare look into Lin Jianxue’s eyes. His other hand, hanging at his side, clenched slightly without him even realizing it.

“Besides, I’m not interested in other women’s business.”

Lin Jianxue acted as though she hadn’t noticed his strange behavior. Calmly and skillfully, she dipped a cotton swab in purple antiseptic and gently dabbed it on his wound, then carefully wrapped it in gauze.

She looked up and smiled. “I know, your heart belongs only to me. Why would you look at other women? Let’s drop the subject then.”

After speaking, she tossed the used cotton swab into the trash can, capped the antiseptic, and put it back in the drawer. Then she picked up two red thermos flasks from the bedside table.

“My mom just gave birth. When she wakes up, she’ll need to be wiped down. Come with me to the water room to fetch some hot water.”

“Okay.”

Jiang Yubai responded absentmindedly. His mind was a mess, filled with the image of Jiang Yuning, covered in blood.

The two of them carried the flasks and headed to the hospital’s water room.

At this hour, the room was bustling with activity. Several patients’ family members were chatting away.

A middle-aged woman in a blue-striped hospital gown lowered her voice and said,
“Hey, did you hear? Just now, a young woman came in with massive bleeding, rushed in by ambulance. No idea what happened!”

“I saw it too! Don’t know what kind of injury it was, but the blood—so much blood—it was terrifying.”
Another woman in a floral shirt patted her chest with lingering fear.

“No idea, just a young woman. Something must’ve gone wrong. Looked like a miscarriage. With that much blood loss, I doubt the baby made it.”
The first woman shook her head and sighed.

“A miscarriage?”
An elderly woman with gray hair also sighed and shook her head. “Young people these days, so careless… What a shame.”

“Right? Who knows how far along she was…”

“…”

The group continued chatting. Though their voices weren’t loud, every word hit Jiang Yubai’s ears clearly.

Miscarriage. The child didn’t survive.

Each word felt like a needle stabbing into his heart, making it hard to breathe.

His face grew paler and paler. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his legs started to feel unsteady.

Lin Jianxue saw everything clearly and sneered inwardly—but on the surface, she remained composed. With feigned concern, she asked,
“Yubai, what’s wrong? You look awful—are you sick?”

Jiang Yubai jolted back to awareness. He forced out a weak smile and shook his head, his voice hoarse:
“No… I’m fine. Just… a little tired, maybe.”

“Really? Want to go see a doctor?” Lin Jianxue asked, pretending to be worried.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go back.”

Jiang Yubai waved her off quickly. All he wanted was to fill the thermos and get out of there.

Lin Jianxue saw right through him but said nothing. She slowly queued up to fetch the hot water.

Once the water was ready, the two returned to Shen Wu’s hospital room.

Lin Qiufeng was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the baby and feeding him with a bottle.

Lin Jianxue set the thermos down on the bedside table and softly said,
“Dad, the hot water’s ready. When Mom wakes up, you can use it to clean her up.”

“Good, thank you.” Lin Qiufeng nodded and continued feeding the baby attentively.

Tong Caihe, who had been standing quietly in a corner, immediately approached Jiang Yubai the moment he entered.

When no one was paying attention, the two exchanged a quick glance. Both of their faces looked terrible.

They had both seen it—the woman rushed in by ambulance, drenched in blood—was Jiang Yuning.

But they couldn’t understand: why did Jiang Yuning suddenly start bleeding so much? What had happened?

Jiang Yubai and Jiang Yuning had grown up together—childhood sweethearts.

In his heart, Jiang Yuning was the one person he wanted to spend his life with.

The thought of her lying in the emergency room alone, in critical condition, nearly drove him insane.
His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand. He could barely breathe, desperate to rush to her side and see how she was.

But reason held him back.

Today was Shen Wu’s delivery day. He was Lin Jianxue’s husband. How could he leave now?

If he did, what would Lin Jianxue think?

What would the Lin family think?

So, he could only suppress the panic in his heart and force a smile at Lin Jianxue—pretending everything was fine.

Lin Jianxue, of course, saw right through their act.

She sneered inwardly at how anxious and yet restrained they both looked.

“Yubai, go wash those cloth diapers, will you?” she said sweetly. “You’re the best at cleaning things.”

As she spoke, she pushed a basin full of dirty, smelly diapers toward him.

Jiang Yubai’s expression stiffened, but he couldn’t say anything. He braced himself, took the basin, and silently left the room.

Tong Caihe quickly followed. “Jianxue, I’ll go help Yubai. He’s so clumsy—I’m afraid he won’t get them clean.”

“No need,” Lin Jianxue replied with a smile, grabbing Tong Caihe’s arm. “He’s a grown man. Washing a few diapers should be easy for him. Don’t worry.”

She continued smiling sweetly.
“I have something more important I need your help with.”

Tong Caihe was forced to stop. She laughed awkwardly and asked,
“What is it?”

“Could you help change my little brother’s diaper?”
Lin Jianxue said sweetly. “I’m not very good at it.”

“Ah… alright.”
Faced with Lin Jianxue’s cheerful expression, Tong Caihe had no choice but to agree.

From that moment on, Lin Jianxue kept the two of them running in circles.

First she sent them to buy things, then to fetch more water, then to mix formula for the baby…

They were kept so busy they barely had time to breathe.

By the middle of the night, even Lin Jianxue couldn’t stay awake anymore. Her eyelids drooped, and she finally let them off the hook—for now.

“Dad, you’ve had a long day too. I’ll have Yubai borrow a folding cot from the nurse so you can get some rest.”
She rubbed her sore eyes and continued,
“Yubai and I will go home for now to rest and make some food. We’ll bring it over tomorrow morning for you and Mom.”

Lin Qiufeng looked at her exhausted face and waved his hand. “You’ve worked hard, Jianxue. Get some rest. Don’t worry about the food—I’ll just go buy something.”

Lin Jianxue shook her head.
“Dad, food from outside isn’t as nutritious. Mom just gave birth—her body’s weak. She needs proper nourishment.”

Hearing this, Lin Qiufeng glanced at Shen Wu, still unconscious in bed, and said nothing more—just reminded them to be careful on the way home.

As soon as they got back, Tong Caihe eagerly began prepping chicken soup for Shen Wu.

She was deeply unsettled.

Why was Shen Wu completely fine after drinking the chicken soup she made?

She’d added so much medicine to it!

How could it have no effect at all?

Was the dose too weak…?