Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

"Your wife has a high fever and her abdomen is distended, which likely indicates fluid buildup," Song Jingmo explained patiently, without any sign of displeasure at being wrongly accused.

"I bet you're just after my wife, you hypocrite!"

Yin Siyao stepped forward to reassure her: "You've really misunderstood. There are so many doctors watching over you; no one will harass your wife."

"You're all a bunch of snakes and rats, none of you are good people."

The resident physicians and interns who followed were dumbfounded, completely bewildered as to why Wang Bingsheng had suddenly gone mad.

The woman on the hospital bed was short, with a dark complexion from years of hard work, and most of her hair was white.

They are from completely different worlds.

Even extreme feminists wouldn't think of sexual harassment as something between two people who are so different.

Not to mention, Yan Xiaomei's face was bruised and swollen from long-term domestic violence.

Anyone with a modicum of conscience would not lay a hand on a woman who has suffered so much.

For a moment, no one knew how to explain it.

But Wang Bingsheng saw all of this as wrong. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he pulled out a folding knife from his pocket and stabbed it straight at Song Jingmo.

Things happened so fast that the interns screamed and scattered in terror.

Song Jingmo reacted immediately and rushed forward to stop them, shouting, "Stop! This is a hospital!"

"Siyao, go and call security quickly."

Wang Bingsheng, a trained retired soldier, quickly pushed Yin Siyao to the ground, his blade pointing directly at Song Jingmo's chest.

Song Jingmo quickly dodged to the side, but the distance was too close, and it was too late.

He instinctively tried to block with his right hand, but at the last moment he abruptly changed direction and used his left arm to block instead.

With a "bang," the blade sliced ​​through the white coat and pierced Song Jingmo's left abdomen.

Song Jingmo groaned, clutched his abdomen, and took two steps back. Bright red blood instantly stained his white coat.

Wang Bingsheng's knife slashed viciously at Song Jingmo's right hand.

"Teacher Song!" the interns cried out in alarm.

The importance of a surgeon's right hand is self-evident.

Upon seeing this, Yin Siyao rushed forward without hesitation, trying to push Wang Bingsheng away.

The crazed Wang Bingsheng swung his knife backhand, aiming straight for Yin Siyao's face.

Without thinking, Leng Keyan grabbed the medical record folder in her hand and smashed it hard against Wang Bingsheng's head, desperately holding onto the already deranged man.

"Has the security guard come yet?" Yin Siyao shouted.

Enraged, Wang Bingsheng elbowed Leng Keyan in the chest, then stabbed her in the thigh with a knife.

Leng Keyan screamed and collapsed to the ground in agony, her trousers quickly soaked with blood.

"Yan Yan!" Yin Siyao rushed forward and pressed on Leng Keyan's bleeding wound. "Why isn't security here yet!"

The entire ward descended into chaos, and several medical staff members were injured.

Screams, fighting sounds, and cries for help were all mixed together.

Five minutes later, the security team finally arrived and subdued Wang Bingsheng, who was still violently injuring people.

"Dr. Song, how are you?" The nurse helped Song Jingmo, who was already unsteady on his feet.

"I'm alright." Song Jingmo's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

While pressing on Leng Keyan's wound, Yin Siyao anxiously looked at Song Jingmo: "Quick, get her to the operating room."

Medical staff quickly brought over a stretcher and lifted Song Jingmo onto it.

Yin Siyao wanted to go with them, but seeing the still bleeding wound on Leng Keyan's thigh, he could only grit his teeth and shout, "Go and inform the director to perform the surgery himself. I'll take some people to clean and suture the wound."

After saying that, he helped Leng Keyan up, who was grimacing in pain, and quickly walked towards the emergency room.

Leng Keyan gasped, "Slow down, it hurts, it hurts..."

With blood everywhere on the ground, Yin Siyao simply stretched out his long arm and carried the person to the emergency room.

Being carried in a princess carry, Leng Keyan was in so much pain that she had no energy to pay attention to the surprised looks from those around her. She just buried her head in Yin Siyao's chest and whimpered in pain.

H City, film set.

Lu Er had just finished filming and was sitting in the lounge eating a boxed lunch.

Bai Zhi scrolled through her phone, exclaiming in shock, "My God, are medical disputes really this terrifying these days?"

"Luckily you had the foresight to abandon medicine for entertainment. Not only do you earn more, but you also avoid this life-threatening risk."

Lu Er paused, the spoon in her hand still. "Is someone dead? Why are you shouting like that?"

"Wait, this person looks familiar." Bai Zhi zoomed in on the picture. "Isn't that Dr. Song? He's been stabbed, and Xiao Yan is bleeding too..."

Lu Er put down the lunchbox and snatched the phone.

The words in the report stung my eyes:

"This morning, a vicious medical disturbance occurred at a hospital in City A. A patient's family member attacked several medical staff with a knife, injuring two attending physicians who were seriously injured and have been rushed to the operating room for emergency treatment."

The video footage was very clear; he recognized the figure all too well.

The spoon fell to the ground with a "thud".

Lu Er trembled as she took out her phone and called Leng Keyan. It rang for a long time before being answered.

"Uncle." Leng Keyan's weak voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How are you?"

"It hurts so much," Leng Keyan groaned. "I was stabbed in the thigh and lost a lot of blood. But the artery wasn't damaged, so I won't die."

Lu Er asked the question that concerned her most: "Where is Song Jingmo?"

"Teacher Song is not doing well," Leng Keyan groaned. "She was stabbed in the abdomen and taken into the operating room. She hasn't come out yet."

Lu Er hung up the phone and booked a ticket for the next train back to City A.

The plane landed at 3 p.m.

Wearing a mask and hat, Lu Er ran out of the airport and took a taxi directly to the hospital.

Pushing open Leng Keyan's hospital room door, I saw a person with thick bandages wrapped around their legs, grimacing in pain.

"Uncle, why did you come back?" Leng Keyan looked at the travel-worn Lu Er in surprise. "Didn't I tell you nothing was wrong?"

Lu Er didn't answer, but stepped forward and asked, "How's your injury?"

"I got over a dozen stitches, I'm fine, just in a lot of pain." Leng Keyan grinned foolishly. "Aren't you going to film your movie anymore?"

"Where's Song Jingmo?" Lu Er interrupted directly, her eyes filled with worry.

"The department head performed the surgery himself, and thankfully no vital organs were damaged. He is now out of danger and back in his ward."

Lu Er's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt half relieved.

Yin Siyao pushed open the door and entered, looking exhausted, with dried bloodstains on his white coat.

"He's in room 601, diagonally across the street." Yin Siyao rubbed her temples. "He's still not awake."

"He took the knife to his abdomen to protect his right hand, but he's fine now."

"I'll go see him," Lu Er said, turning and leaving Leng Keyan's hospital room.

Standing outside the ward, through the glass window in the door, Lu Er saw Song Jingmo lying weakly on the hospital bed, his face pale.

I gently pushed open the door, walked to the bedside, and gazed at the sleeping face.

The academic superstar who was all-powerful and supported him, the surgical genius who dominated the operating room, was so vulnerable at this moment.

He reached out, wanting to stroke the person's cheek, but stopped in mid-air, and in the end just tucked the blanket in.

"Does it hurt a lot..." Lu Er murmured softly, her voice filled with a heartache she herself was unaware of.

Song Jingmo's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Er hurriedly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and turned to leave the ward.

The moment the door closed, Song Jingmo slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the doorway with a complex expression.