The vicious female supporting role is posted in the opposite direction by the cub

Didn't she leave?! How come she's here?!
An expensive off-white coat was carelessly tossed on a chair in the corner, and the sleeves of a silk shirt were rolled up high to the elbows, stained with sweat and unidentified stains.

Watching the doctors busily working, her profile was taut and bloodless, her temples were soaked with sweat, and a few strands of hair were stuck messily to her forehead.

Seeing Ji Li frozen at the door, Yan Yueqing quickly reached out and grabbed Ji Li's arm: "It's too chaotic here, let's go outside and wait."

Ji Li, lost in thought and bewildered, let her pull him along, stumbling and being led out of the ward.

The VIP suite has two rooms separated by a huge glass window, offering a clear view of the rescue scene inside.

The two stood side by side outside the window, and through the glass, they could see the attending physician arranging emergency treatment.

"Defibrillation! Clear the area! Explode!"

A blinding flash of lightning streaked across Grandma's thin chest, causing her body to bounce up and fall back down.

The straight line on the electrocardiogram monitor continued to stretch stubbornly, and the piercing beeping sound was the countdown to death.

"Again! Charge 200J!" The doctor's voice carried a do-or-die determination.

The medical staff moved quickly through the ward, their backs soaked with sweat, but the straight line on the monitor felt like a knife piercing their hearts.

A feeling of suffocation welled up inside me...

Yan Yueqing subconsciously looked at Ji Li, whose face was deathly pale and whose whole body was trembling.

This scene is too cruel for an eight-year-old child.

She shook her head and drew the curtains: "Xiao Li, don't look yet, let's wait at the door."

Ji Li's reason was instantly ignited by those words! He abruptly flung her hand away, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast driven mad with rage, roaring at Yan Yueqing with all his might, each word dripping with deep-seated hatred:
"You're the one who ruined Grandma's life!!!"

"What new drug to relieve pain?! It's all from your experiments!!"

"What do you take my grandma for?! A guinea pig?!?"

"Liar! Murderer! What are you pretending to be a good person for?!"

He screamed hoarsely, his small body trembling violently with extreme anger, his finger pointing at Yan Yueqing like a poisoned dagger.

The tense atmosphere in the ward seemed to freeze in place by this sudden accusation, and Yan Yueqing's body swayed almost imperceptibly.

She slowly turned her head to look at the enraged boy.

Faced with these accusations and hatred that could tear everything apart, her face showed no grievance, no anger, only a bottomless weariness, and... a clear trace of pain.

The pain didn't come from being wronged, but rather from the helplessness of seeing Ji Li consumed by hatred.

I thought that after several months, Ji Li would have changed her perspective on me under the subtle influence of the school and the sanatorium.

who knows……

It's getting worse and worse?

Could it be that Qin Youran and the influence of the false memories were so profound for him?!
Just as she was about to speak, a faint but clear heartbeat, symbolizing the return of life, suddenly came from inside the glass window: "Beep—beep—beep—".

Then came the second sound, the third sound... The straight line on the screen began to fluctuate slightly and irregularly, gradually forming a weak but tenaciously pulsating curve.

A string stretched to its limit suddenly relaxes.

The medical staff breathed a sigh of relief, their backs soaked with sweat.

The only sounds in the ward were heavy breathing and the regular beeping of the medical equipment.

The nurse stayed behind to pack her things, while the attending physician pushed open the door and shook his head wearily and solemnly at Yan Yueqing.

With Ji Li present, what he shouldn't have said could no longer be kept secret.

"...We've done our best. Old man...it's probably just a few days away. You...and Xiao Li...need to be prepared."

"A few days..."

As Ji Li pondered these two words, the blood in her body instantly plummeted from boiling to freezing.

Overwhelming despair and fear instantly consumed his remaining sanity. He abruptly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yan Yueqing. His gaze was no longer that of an angry young beast, but rather like that of a dagger coated with deadly poison.

He used all his strength and hatred to vent his anger: "I hate you! Yan Yueqing! I'll hate you for the rest of my life! You're the one who ruined Grandma! Get out! Get out!" This accusation, sharper and more desperate than before, finally acted as a fuse, igniting Yan Yueqing's long-suppressed temper.

She took a deep breath, and for the first time, a clear, scorching anger ignited in her eyes.

"Ji Li!" Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a cold, penetrating force that drowned out the boy's hysterical screams. "You hear me clearly!"

She took a step forward, her gaze piercing as she stared intently at the prickly child, her voice filled with unprecedented severity and heartache—

"A person can have nothing, but they cannot have no conscience!"

These words struck Ji Li like a heavy hammer, choking his angry curses and leaving him only with heavy breathing.

"I don't understand! I really don't understand! From the very first time we met, why have you been so hostile towards me?! What do you think I'm doing all this for? Is it so that when you grow up, you'll be my slave?!"

She gave a cold laugh, a laugh devoid of warmth, only the chill of being deeply misunderstood and a kind of almost cruel clarity.

"Ji Li, you overestimate yourself and underestimate me, Yan Yueqing! With my abilities, what kind of talent don't I have? Top-notch research teams, countless underprivileged students in universities waiting for funding, rising stars in various industries... aren't they all ready-made, predictable returns?"

Her words, like cold reality, shattered the "conspiracy" that Qin Youran had constructed in Ji Li's mind:

"Would you gamble your time, energy, and enormous resources on the uncertain future of your eight-year-old child? Waiting for an uncertain 'effect' a decade or two later? Do you think that's a smart move? Does it align with the logic of a businessman like you?!"

"I, Yan Yueqing, am not that stupid!" Her voice was resolute, carrying an undeniable force.

These words, like a thunderclap never before imagined, cleaved through Ji Li's chaotic thoughts, which were completely consumed by anger and sorrow.

This was the first time he had heard such an argument—not a defense, not a denial, but one that shattered his long-held belief in conspiracy theories in a cold, calculating way.

The air outside the ward seemed to freeze.

The monitor's regular beeping continued faintly in the background, contrasting sharply with the deathly silence.

Ji Li froze on the spot, the anger and hatred on her face peeling away like a shattered mask, revealing the immense bewilderment and unease beneath.

Those accusations and resentments suddenly seem incredibly pale and... ridiculous in the face of Yan Yueqing's naked "value theory"?
His little brain couldn't immediately process this huge information shock and logical shift; he just instinctively felt that something he had long believed in was being violently shaken.

He opened his mouth, his throat dry and tight, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Those eyes, once filled with deep-seated hatred, now held only chaos and a disoriented state of being overturned.

He instinctively avoided Yan Yueqing's sharp and pained gaze, as if that gaze could burn him.

However, the stubbornness in her bones is like the last layer of armor.

Even though his heart was in turmoil, even though Yan Yueqing's words smashed open a crack in his closed-off understanding like a heavy hammer, allowing him to vaguely glimpse a glimmer of another truth—that he might have been deceived and used…

He still bit his lower lip tightly, refusing to let any wavering show, and even more refusing to lower his proud yet scarred head.

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Yan Yueqing shook her head, not wanting to argue with him for too long: "Think about it carefully yourself."

She closed the door and left.

Feeling uneasy after leaving the house, she went to the nurses' station to explain Ji Li's condition before leaving with peace of mind.

On the way back to the hotel, Yan Yueqing looked wearily at the bustling traffic outside the window.

Ji Li's situation is rather special. Unlike other children who are bound to him, he has been affected by those "future memories" and has lost his own judgment.

Yan Yueqing knew this child was stubborn and opinionated, but she didn't expect him to be so serious.

Trying to influence him with past kindness and gentleness will only fuel his idea that "the nicer you are to me, the more you expect me to do something."

What a difficult kid!

I can’t bear it anymore.

Show him reality!

Using the power of encouragement to make him reflect might actually be more effective.

She realized that this kid only responded to force, not persuasion. (End of Chapter)