C15 Fraudulent Accusation

For two consecutive days, Wei Ying had been out of sorts. Even during critical company meetings, she found herself constantly distracted, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Zhao Feng and recent events.

"Why does trying to understand Zhao Feng only deepen the mystery surrounding him?" she wondered.

"President Wei! President Wei?"

"Ah... What is it?"

"We need your personal review of this latest batch of medications from Donghai Pharmaceutical Industry. The other party is awaiting our response, and we can't afford any further delays."

Wei Ying nodded, quickly refocusing her attention and reaching for the document. Just then, her phone lit up with a breaking news alert.

"Knife-wielding assailant attacks at Haicheng Hospital. Dr. Zhao heroically intervenes and suffers multiple stab wounds!"

Wei Ying shot to her feet, her grip on the document so tight it ripped. Dr. Zhao! Zhao Feng!

After a brief moment of shock, she bolted from the meeting room, leaving her colleagues agape.

The skies opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour.

Wei Ying floored the accelerator, narrowly avoiding several collisions as she barreled into the hospital parking lot.

She stepped into the elevator, her face ashen, fingers frantically pressing the floor buttons. Clutching the hem of her shirt with her left hand, rain streamed down her cheeks, her body shivering from the cold.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors slid open, and Wei Ying charged out, "How's Zhao Feng?"

She seized a nurse by the arm, her voice booming.

The nurse, visibly shaken by Wei Ying's intensity, stammered, "Dr. Zhao... Dr. Zhao..."

"What's his condition?" Wei Ying demanded, her voice raw with urgency.

"He... he's just come out of surgery and has returned to his office."

A wave of relief and exhaustion washed over Wei Ying. "His office... his office..."

She gathered herself and stumbled toward Zhao Feng's office, needing to see with her own eyes that he was unharmed.

Meanwhile, Zhao Feng, fresh from surgery, was preparing to rest in his office, accompanied by the head nurse, Li Yan. Having observed him closely over the past several days, she was nearly convinced that his character and medical expertise made him far more suitable for her than Lin Xin.

Even though he was already married, it didn't stop him from striving for his own happiness.

On her way back to the office, Li Yan stumbled with a cry of "aiyo," falling toward Zhao Feng.

"Nurse!" Zhao Feng instinctively caught her: "Are you okay?"

Li Yan bit her lip, her eyes seductively soft as she murmured, "Dr. Zhao, I feel unwell."

Zhao Feng furrowed his brow, noticing the absence of other nurses, and suggested, "Could it be the surgery was too long and you're experiencing low blood sugar? You should head to the nurse's station to rest!"

"I can't, I'm too dizzy to walk."

With no other option, Zhao Feng supported her to his office, poured her a glass of water, and offered her a piece of candy.

"Try some sugar."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhao!" Li Yan's eyes suddenly cleared, and she lunged at him.

At that moment, the door swung open.

Wei Ying was confronted with a scene she had hoped never to witness.

The voluptuous nurse was draped over Zhao Feng, cooing, "Dr. Zhao…"

Due to the angle, Wei Ying couldn't see Zhao Feng's expression.

"You!"

Wei Ying's heart was hemorrhaging. Her pale face was drained of color, and in the next instant, her emotions spiraled out of control, and she bolted, completely distraught!

Her heart was in agony!

Why, when she had finally come to terms with her feelings and was ready to accept this man, did she have to face such a harsh reality?

Wei Ying fled into the pouring rain, too heartbroken to cry, clutching her chest as the merciless rain pelted her face…

An ambulance was approaching, but the distraught Wei Ying was oblivious as she stepped into its path.

The urgent blare of the horn snapped her to attention, but she stood frozen as the ambulance bore down on her.

Suddenly, strong, warm hands scooped Wei Ying up around her waist, narrowly avoiding the oncoming ambulance.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed!?"

The voice was filled with concern. Wei Ying looked up in a daze at the man who was now so close.

"Honey, it's not what you think!"

"Slap!"

Wei Ying summoned all her strength and delivered a resounding slap.

Zhao Feng's cheeks were flushed, a distinct handprint visible, yet he bore no anger. Instead, he smiled and said, "Let's go home, and I'll explain everything to you."

"Put me down!" Wei Ying writhed and struggled, but Zhao Feng was unfazed. Eventually, he hoisted Wei Ying onto his shoulder and strode toward her car.

Once Wei Ying was securely in the passenger seat, her seatbelt fastened, Zhao Feng ignited the engine.

"Look, there's really nothing going on! And even if I were the scum of the earth, wouldn't I have a brain? Why would I mess around during broad daylight, at work, and not even bother to lock the door? Am I asking to be caught in the act?" Zhao Feng spoke with a calm demeanor.

Wei Ying's frown eased as she listened, her heart gradually settling.

"That woman is the head nurse here—Li Yan. She claimed to feel unwell after surgery today and asked me to check on her. But the moment I entered the room, she pounced," Zhao Feng said, the picture of innocence. "Look at me, your husband, the scholarly type—how could I stand a chance against a tigress like her? You walked in just as I was desperately resisting. There's really nothing between us!"

...

Back at home, Wei Ying retreated to her room and locked herself in. Zhao Feng didn't try to intrude; the day's events had been too much for her. That Li Yan had crossed the line.

"Tell that Li Yan to get lost. I never want to see her again," Zhao Feng muttered, tossing his phone onto the couch.

He knocked softly on the door and said, "The head nurse, Li Yan, she's been fired from the hospital. If you're still in doubt, feel free to ask around there. My conscience is clear. Honey, please, just trust me, okay?"

Wei Ying, now under the covers, had calmed down and believed most of what Zhao Feng said. Yet, the memory of the incident still pained her. She tightened her grip on the blanket, puzzled by her own intense and fiery reaction.