Wei Qing rolled her eyes, "I appreciate your praise, but won’t what we’re doing be too much?" Last time she pretended to be hurt, and now they’re "faking" things with others again; she always felt this wasn’t right. However, anything Ji Yunya did always seemed reasonable to her, even if others might see it as wrong. Maybe that’s fan mentality. "Too much?" Yun Ya’s mouth curved slightly, "If the result benefits everyone, do you think the means and process still matter?" Wei Qing was an efficiency enthusiast, so she generally agreed with Yun Ya’s words, "Alright, you’re always right." She glanced at the computer screen: "Are you writing a paper?" The screen was densely packed with English, making her head spin. Yun Ya typed the last word, "The patient report from the last surgery, the editor-in-chief of The Lancet contacted me. I have to write it quickly, or I’ll probably get razor blades in the mail." Wei Qing couldn’t help but exclaim, "The Lancet?" This is the world’s most prestigious medical journal, which has stringent criteria for selecting papers. If a paper topic is chosen, it proves that one has a certain standing in the medical community. As an intern doctor, Wei Qing couldn’t even dream of getting published in such a journal in ten years. The editor-in-chief actively contacting Ji Yunya made sense, given her background. Yun Ya sent the email, closed the laptop, and stretched. "Going home to sleep." After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned and said, "This patient’s case is special. Help me take extra care of her; I’ll check on her first thing in the morning." Honestly, Wei Qing was very curious about the relationships between her, that woman, and that man. Rich families are always filled with melodramatic feuds. Art indeed comes from life. After performing a surgery during the day and writing a paper under the lamp at night, her mind was hazy. She was worried about Miaomiao and decided she would only feel at ease sleeping at home. Early the next morning, Yun Ya arranged for Miaomiao and then went to the hospital. Opening the ward door, Ji Die was still asleep, Qin Zhuan curled up on the sofa. Just then, the door opened from the outside, Aunt Wu walked in with a thermal container, and upon seeing Yun Ya, she exclaimed: "Miss Ji?" Yun Ya hushed her gently, "Don’t disturb Aunt Die from resting." At this moment, Ji Die slowly opened her eyes. She was still somewhat dazed, and upon seeing Yun Ya, a fleeting light crossed her eyes. She licked her dry lips: "Young Miss... why are you here?" With a glance around, she realized she was in a hospital. Before she could recall anything, Aunt Wu quickly walked over and said: "Madam, you’re awake. Is there any discomfort? I’ll call the doctor right away." Ji Die shook her head. Aunt Wu smiled, "I’ve made some pork rib soup, Madam. Would you like some?" Ji Die furrowed her brow, suddenly raised her hand to her stomach, "The child, is it okay?" Aunt Wu forced a smile, "It’s fine, Madam. Don’t worry." Ji Die sighed in relief, but soon, she frowned deeper, "No... last night I..." She suddenly grabbed Aunt Wu’s hand, "Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth. Did I lose the child? Tell me, I can handle it." Aunt Wu felt distressed but forced a smile, "Madam, you’re overthinking..." "No..." Ji Die suddenly pushed her away, covering her head with her hands, "You’re lying; you’re all lying..." Aunt Wu couldn’t help but choke up, "Madam, don’t be sad. The child... indeed wasn’t saved, but you will surely have more children in the future. Right now, the most important thing is to take care of your health." Ji Die paused, then suddenly collapsed and buried her head, crying bitterly. Qin Zhuan woke up when Yun Ya entered and couldn’t face her or Ji Die, so he pretended to sleep. Now, listening to Ji Die’s whimpering cries, his heart ached. He couldn’t bear it anymore, sat up, and walked towards her step by step. Sitting by the bed, he gently stroked Ji Die’s shoulder, "Xiao Die, I’m sorry." Yun Ya and Aunt Wu exchanged a glance, then turned and left the ward. The ward only had Ji Die and Qin Zhuan left. Besides Ji Die’s weak crying, there was Qin Zhuan’s gentle murmuring. Soon, Ji Die’s crying became loud and heartbreaking. Listening to her cries, Qin Zhuan’s guilt deepened. Ji Die gradually stopped crying, leaving only light sobs. After a long while, she said hoarsely: "Let’s divorce." Qin Zhuan was stunned and instinctively blurted out: "I don’t agree." Official source is novel•fire.net Ji Die laughed bitterly, "We only got married because of this child. Now the child is gone, what right do I have to stay by your side? Big Brother Qin, I can’t burden you anymore."