Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 314: Using Her Anger at Sang Ran

Li Huan approached and looked around at everyone.

"Miss Sang is alright now."

After explaining what the doctor had to say, he continued his previous conversation.

"Last night, not only Lin Zhiyi was in Third Young Master’s house, but I was there as well. Third Young Master had back pain, and it was I who asked Lin Zhiyi to stay and help. I left this morning."

"As for why Third Young Master had back pain, I think some people are well aware."

Although Li Huan didn’t explicitly say it, his gaze unconcealedly drifted towards Wen Qing.

Wen Qing pretended not to notice, his lips curled into a smile, but the veins on his forehead were subtly pulsing.

Li Huan didn’t give Wen Qing a chance to catch his breath, and said coldly, "Furthermore, I just asked Third Young Master, and he noticed that all the medicines Miss Sang carried with her are missing."

Sang Li said with a solemn expression: "Impossible, Xiao Ran didn’t just start taking medication, she couldn’t possibly have forgotten to bring her medicine."

"It’s up to you how to handle this, we can always resort to calling the police," Li Huan reminded.

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Qing’s expression drastically changed.

"We can’t call the police."

"Why not?" Li Huan retorted.

"Because..." After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Qing raised his hand pointing at Lin Zhiyi, "Do we really want everyone to know that Xiao Ran ended up needing emergency treatment because she was upset seeing this woman at Third Young Master’s place? The marriage affairs between the two families are complicated, and making a fuss about it is good for no one."

This argument wasn’t unreasonable.

But the tumult in Wen Qing’s eyes was noticed by Lin Zhiyi.

From the beginning, Wen Qing knew everything that happened at Su He Bay like the back of his hand.

Even the fact that Sang Ran was rescued didn’t surprise him; he merely persistently placed the blame on her.

To say that Wen Qing had nothing to do with this incident, Lin Zhiyi wouldn’t believe it at all.

Old Mr. Gong also spoke up again: "Indeed, we cannot call the police, Xiao Ran’s body can’t withstand the public scrutiny either."

Even Sang Li couldn’t refute that statement.

During the impasse, Li Huan suddenly rushed in front of Lin Zhiyi, took hold of her hand.

"How come you didn’t say anything about bleeding this much?"

Lin Zhiyi regained her senses, looked down at her finger, and realized that the napkin wrapping the wound was already soaked with blood.

But she felt nothing at all.

It wasn’t until Li Huan unwrapped the napkin that she understood why she had no sensation.

The tips of her fingers were somewhat deformed, and the wound was torn open.

"How... did this happen?" Li Huan couldn’t analyze how the wound occurred for a moment.

Lin Zhiyi began to speak, but a warning look from Mr. Gong stopped her.

She could only change her statement to: "It was accidentally cut."

Sang Li quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover her wound: "Don’t talk too much now, go and get it treated quickly."

Lin Zhiyi blocked his approach: "I can go by myself, Xiao Ran will be coming out soon, you should check on her situation first."

With other members of the Sang Family standing around, she didn’t want to be the subject of gossip.

Sang Li understood her meaning, patted the back of her hand soothingly, and said: "I’ll come to see you later."

"Yeah."

Lin Zhiyi followed Li Huan to get a check-up.

After the examination, because of the slap from the old gentleman, her finger was further injured.

Although there was no fracture, the nerve was damaged.

"Follow up with the treatment, and it should be fine," Li Huan said, his tone relatively light, but his eyes never left the report.

Lin Zhiyi knew then that he was lying.

"Is it serious?"

"A bit, I can’t give you a definite answer now, everything depends on the treatment results."

"Can I... still hold a pen?"

Lin Zhiyi’s emotions, which had been stable, suddenly began to tremble.

Li Huan remained silent.

It was the index finger, exactly the finger used to control a pen.

The slap was too harsh; clearly, it was meant to be lethal.

Lin Zhiyi caught on to Li Huan’s expression, realizing not just him but also Old Mr. Gong had seen her injured hand.

That’s why he had struck her face so forcefully.

Because he knew instinctively she would try to block it.

No wonder the strength of the slap lessened once it reached her hand before her face.

Li Huan saw the light in her eyes fading and quickly assured, "I will find a specialist for a consultation. If it comes to it, I will seek out Third Young Master to find an international expert for you..."

"Don’t tell him." Lin Zhiyi interrupted Li Huan, lowering her eyes, "You saw Xiao Ran too. I don’t want to get involved anymore, I truly can’t bear her fate. I stayed last night as you requested, please don’t mention it anymore, I will cooperate with your treatment."

"Actually, the reason I came out so timely was..."

"Let’s deal with the wound first."

Lin Zhiyi’s face was pale, enduring the sourness surging in her eyes, she turned her cheek away.

Li Huan sighed, nodding his head.

After bandaging the wound, Lin Zhiyi propped herself up using the table and stood.

"In which room is Xiao Ran staying? I want to go see her and clarify things."

"I’ll accompany you. I also have a report to give her."

Li Huan picked up a few papers from the desk.

When the two reached the hospital room door, they found only Gong Chen and Sang Ran inside.

Sang Ran held Gong Chen’s hand, chokingly said, "I know there’s nothing between you and Zhiyi, you were just using her to get back at me for my earlier wrong words."

Lin Zhiyi tightly gripped the doorknob, through the crack she saw Gong Chen’s back, tall and indifferent.

He remained silent, patting Sang Ran’s hand, seemingly acknowledging her words.

So, he bandaged her wounds just to upset Sang Ran.

Yet, she lost a finger for it.

She looked down in self-mockery and bitter laughter.

On the side, Li Huan listened in disbelief.

Just as he was about to push the door and enter, Lin Zhiyi swiftly looked up at him.

Words of prevention stuck in her throat while tears uncontrollably fell in large drops.

Finally, she could only look at Li Huan with pleading eyes.

Li Huan helplessly sighed, speaking softly, "Why don’t you come back later? I will send you a message to inform you."

Lin Zhiyi nodded, then turned around to leave.

She found refuge in the staircase, sitting on a step.

The surrounding quietness was terrifying, yet she could not cry. Her eyes void, filled only with pain and despair.

Not knowing how long she had been sitting, texting from Li Huan arrived.

’I and he will leave first, whatever you want to say to Miss Sang, do it soon.’

Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath, then went back to Sang Ran’s hospital room, only to find someone got there before her.

It was Wen Qing.

Sang Ran was leaning on the pillow, angrily said, "Auntie, did you take my medication? This morning you came to see me, saying someone saw a woman spending the night at Third Young Master’s house."

Wen Qing didn’t deny it, instead she comforted, "Xiao Ran, I did this for your benefit. Besides, I calculated that it’s a short distance from Third Young Master’s house to the hospital, and you had taken your medication in the morning, so there wouldn’t be an issue. As long as Third Young Master remembers you were almost killed by Lin Zhiyi, he will surely despise Lin Zhiyi."

"Enough!" Sang Ran rebutted with a pale face, "Auntie, I’ve emphasized repeatedly not to make things difficult for Zhiyi! It’s not her fault I ended up like this! I will explain this to Third Young Master myself!"

"Are you stupid? Lin Zhiyi keeps sticking to Third Young Master, clearly with ulterior motives!" Wen Qing said angrily.

"No, I believe her ... cough cough cough ..."

Sang Ran covered her mouth, coughing intensely.

Wen Qing hurried to pour her water to ease her breathing, "You got this upset and still speak for her? Regardless of whether she has something going on with Third Young Master, I think she’s shameless! How could she compare to you?"

Sang Ran didn’t respond, but while raising her eyes to drink water, she spotted a fleeting figure at the door.

Outside.

Lin Zhiyi, like a madwoman, rushed into the elevator.

Crouched in a corner, shoulders slightly trembling, as though bearing an ineffable weight.

Indeed, she couldn’t compare to Sang Ran like this.

How could she harm Sang Ran?