Courtyard House: Starting with handing over the keys, the state helps me abuse birds.

When Jia Zhangshi took a step forward, the expression on her face had completely changed.

That wasn't a tantrum during an argument, but rather an instinctive reaction stemming from a habit of using seniority to intimidate others and using ferocity to maintain order.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to reason with us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pushed.

The movement was swift and ruthless; with his shoulders leaning forward, he rammed into the other person like a mountain of flesh, clearly determined to push them back and embarrass them in public.

But the next moment, she froze.

Because her hand landed squarely on Xie Weihong's chest.

But it didn't budge.

There was no staggering, no retreating, and not even a slight sway of the body's center of gravity.

It was like being pushed against a wall.

Jia Zhangshi subconsciously pushed again, her face turning red, but the other person remained standing there, his heels firmly planted on the ground, coldly looking down at her.

At that moment, her heart skipped a beat.

wrong.

How come this kid is so steady?

The breathing of those around him noticeably paused.

Some people instinctively leaned forward, while others' eyes began to look strange.

Jia Zhangshi, however, refused to admit it.

She's been a bully in the courtyard for years; whenever she makes a move, everyone else dodges, yields, or retreats.

Is there really someone standing still?

This is even more painful than being insulted.

"You still dare to stand there?!"

Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, "So what if I pushed you? Who do you think you are?!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand again.

This time, it wasn't a push, but rather an angry shove, an attempt to forcefully shove the person aside.

Just as she exerted force for the second time.

Xie Weihong made a move.

He stepped forward, taking a firm, steady step.

His shoulder dipped slightly, directly supporting her center of gravity.

Jia Zhangshi felt her hands suddenly go empty, and the reaction force jolted her, causing her to lose her footing and almost fall over.

Before she could even stand up straight...

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The sound was not loud, but it was unusually crisp.

It was as if someone in the yard had simply ripped apart a layer of air.

Jia Zhangshi's head suddenly tilted to one side.

Half of his face visibly slumped, his thick cheeks instantly swelled up, his mouth was slapped crooked, and even his hair bun came undone.

She froze on the spot, her mind blank.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils fixed, as if she had no idea what was happening.

The moment that slap landed, only one thought echoed in her mind: How dare he?

How could he actually dare to hit me?!

Her ears were ringing and her face was burning with pain, so much so that she didn't even have the courage to reach out and cover them. She could only stand there stiffly, her mouth open, but unable to make a complete sound.

"you……"

"You hit me?"

His voice trembled violently, becoming shrill and broken, completely lacking the imposing presence he had just displayed.

She reached out to point at someone, but her hand trembled violently in mid-air, and her fingertips couldn't find the right spot.

All around was deathly quiet.

Everyone stared at her rapidly swollen face, watching her go from being domineering and arrogant to being disheveled and out of control in the time it took to do so with just one slap.

Xie Weihong stood still, her expression calm, not even her breathing was disordered.

He looked at Jia Zhangshi, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out all other noises, his tone flat and without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"You asked for this slap."

Jia Zhangshi's lips trembled violently, and for the first time, real fear appeared in her eyes.

I'm really scared.

The courtyard was eerily quiet.

After that slap landed, all sounds seemed to be cut off, even breathing became clearly identifiable.

Jia Zhangshi stood there, half of her face quickly swelling up, her mouth crooked, her hair disheveled, and her eyes vacant and blank, as if she hadn't yet recovered from that moment.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't immediately utter a curse.

This reaction itself says it all.

Because in her previous understanding, such an outcome had never occurred before.

When she pushes someone, the person either backs away, dodges, or is frightened.

She's been running rampant for so many years because of this one tactic.

But today, when the first push failed and she tried again, she was met with a relentless slap.

That slap shattered everyone's expectations in the courtyard.

Someone subconsciously swallowed.

Some people avoided eye contact, not daring to look at each other for even a second.

Some people stood there, their hands and feet cold, the same thought swirling in their minds: this matter has completely gone awry.

"You...you..."

Jia Zhangshi finally regained some of her voice, but her throat sounded sharp and broken, as if it had been sanded. She reached out to point at someone, but her hand trembled so badly that she couldn't even point in the right direction.

She wanted to curse.

She wanted to throw a tantrum.

Imagine her plopping down on the ground as usual, howling so loudly that the whole yard follows her.

But she found that she couldn't do it.

When that slap came down, it wasn't just my face that hurt.

She clearly felt that the layer of "she could do whatever she wanted" in the courtyard had been forcibly shattered.

Xie Weihong stood there, her posture upright and her gaze calm.

He did not pursue them, nor did he say another harsh word.

But it was precisely this pause that made those around him even more uneasy.

Yi Zhonghai finally realized what was happening.

He took a step forward, his face more grim than ever before, his voice instinctively rising: "Wei Hong! What are you doing! Attacking someone in front of the entire hospital, do you know the consequences?!"

He felt a pang of unease when he said those words.

He noticed that there was no immediate response from the courtyard.

Normally, as soon as he opens his mouth, no matter how obscure the topic is, there will always be someone to follow up on what he says.

No today.

Everyone was watching, watching Xie Weihong, and watching him too.

This made Yi Zhonghai realize for the first time that his words were no longer enough to control the situation.

Xie Weihong glanced at him.

Just one glance.

But this made Yi Zhonghai subconsciously tighten his grip on his hands behind his back.

"Uncle Yi".

Xie Weihong spoke up, her tone flat, "So many people saw it just now. She made the first move. I stood still, and she tried to push me again."

He spoke slowly, as if he were reviewing the scene with everyone.

"I just told her to stop."

No one refuted these words, because the facts were undeniable.

Yan Bugui's lips were pursed tightly, his eyes behind his glasses flickered incessantly, and his mind raced, but he couldn't come up with a rebuttal that he could immediately refute.

Liu Haizhong stood to the side, his face turning pale and then red. He wanted to say "it has a bad influence," but found that such words seemed hollow and untenable in the current situation.

The deaf old lady stood at the back.

She leaned on her cane, her fingers slightly clenched.

She saw that slap clearly just now.

It was precisely because I saw it clearly that I started to panic.

She originally thought that as long as she came out and put forward the "elder" and "seniority" positions, things would naturally go in the direction she was familiar with.

But she discovered that this time was different.

Xie Weihong stood there, neither retreating nor being intimidated by her status.

More importantly, Sha Zhu sat to the side, watching this scene, his face pale, and for the first time, hesitation appeared in his eyes.

That hesitation made the deaf old woman's heart tighten.

She was all too familiar with this change.

Once Shazhu starts to waver, her support in this courtyard will also weaken.

Qin Huairu stood in the crowd, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Her expression was more complex than anyone else's.

She felt a chill run down her spine when she saw Jia Zhangshi covering her face and unable to speak.

Because she suddenly realized something: Xie Weihong was no longer someone she could lead with a few words.

Today's slap landed on Jia Zhangshi's face.

But she had a vague feeling that the aftershocks of that slap would eventually fall on her.

She subconsciously looked at He Yuzhu.

Sha Zhu didn't look at her.

His gaze fell on Xie Weihong, his eyes filled with complex emotions—anger, resentment, and a hint of fear that was forcibly suppressed.

That look in her eyes made Qin Huairu's heart sink.

No one spoke in the courtyard.

Everyone is waiting for Yi Zhonghai's next "definition".

Yi Zhonghai stood there, his lips moved, but he found himself unable to find the right words.

Should we continue to pressurize?

It can't be suppressed.

Should we take a step back?

That would be tantamount to admitting that the trial just now was untenable.

This was the first time he had felt at a loss in front of the entire hospital.

And Xie Weihong stood in the center of this silence.

He simply looked at everyone with a calm, almost indifferent gaze.

That gaze seemed to be a silent reminder to them that things had changed.