The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

Lin Feng's phone had vibrated countless times in the hospital locker.

When Zhang Xiulan first called, no one answered, and she thought her son was busy. But after calling dozens of times without success, she panicked and called Su Mengya to ask if she knew where Lin Feng was.

Su Mengya also couldn't contact Lin Feng, so the two of them split up and made calls. In the end, Ye Qinghan used her own phone to call Zhang Xiulan and explained the situation.

Zhang Xiulan didn't cry out loud on the other end of the phone, but her voice trembled violently. She woke her husband and told him that their son was in the hospital.

Lin Jianguo sat up in bed, remained silent for a few seconds, then stood up and put on his clothes, buttoning them incorrectly twice. When they arrived at the hospital, Lin Feng was still lying in the intensive care unit.

These past two days, everyone in the hospital has been talking about the major events that have occurred there, and there are many different opinions.

Su Mengya stood outside the ICU, her hand on the glass window. She didn't go in; she just stood outside looking inside.

Her fingers traced a name lightly on the glass, her lips twitched, then she pursed them back. Zhang Xiulan sat on a bench in the corridor, and Su Mengya walked over and sat down next to her. Neither of them spoke; they just sat there.

Meanwhile, Zhou Mei, back in Qingyuan City, was unaware of Lin Feng's accident. She was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron, helping her mother prepare for her nephew's one-month celebration.

While washing vegetables, I dropped the knife on the ground. When I bent down to pick it up, I accidentally cut my finger on the tip of the knife.

He frowned, put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it, his heart racing, feeling like something was about to happen.

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Raymond Lam had a very, very long dream.

In his dream, he graduated from university, standing at the school gate in his graduation gown. Song Yang and Fatty threw his hat at him and shouted, "The madman has graduated!"

Then the scene shifts, and he is standing in a large church, surrounded by flowers and white veils, with the organ playing the wedding march and everyone applauding.

He looked down at himself; he was wearing a black suit with a red rose pinned to his chest.

The bride stood before him, her head covered by a thin white veil that vaguely revealed the outline of her face, but he couldn't make out who it was.

She reached out to lift the veil.

Pinch the edge of the veil with your fingers and slowly lift it upwards. First the chin, then the lips, then the bridge of the nose, and finally the eyes.

When the veil was completely lifted, he saw a face—it was Ye Qinghan.

She was wearing a white wedding dress with a very low neckline, and her two heavy, full breasts created a deep cleavage through the lace trim.

She looked up at him, her lips painted with light pink lipstick, her eyes bright, and then she spoke.

"husband."

Lin Feng suddenly took a step back, his back slamming against a church pew with a loud thud.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman in the wedding dress before him, his mind completely blank.

He wanted to say, "Aunt Ye, what are you doing here?" but no sound came out when he opened his mouth. Ye Qinghan took a step forward, reached out to take his hand, and smiled with that faint smile he had seen in the cave.

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

Before me was a white ceiling, with fluorescent tubes embedded in the ceiling emitting a soft, cool white light.

There was a rhythmic beeping sound from the instruments in my ear, and with each beep a green dot would jump on the screen next to me.

He felt sore all over, as if he had been hit from head to toe with a stick, especially in his chest, where the pain was dull and aching with every breath.

Slightly turn your neck to look to the side.

It was a very large ward, much larger than any ward he had ever seen before.

The walls are off-white, the floor is covered with light-colored wood-grain tiles, the windows are large, the curtains are light blue, and sunlight shines in through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor.

A large LCD TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed. Below the TV is a row of sofas and a coffee table, on which are several bouquets of flowers and a fruit basket.

There was no pungent disinfectant smell in the air like in a regular ward; instead, there was a faint floral fragrance, probably from the jasmine plant on the windowsill.

A nurse was standing with her back to him next to the equipment at the foot of the bed, holding a whiteboard and writing something.

She was wearing a light blue nurse's uniform, her hair was pulled back with a hairnet, revealing a section of her fair nape.

Lin Feng wanted to call her, but his throat was so dry it felt like it was stuffed with sandpaper. He moved his lips several times before he could utter a hoarse, almost inaudible syllable.

He swallowed hard and tried again, this time a little louder, "Water..."

The nurse stopped writing.

She turned her head and saw Lin Feng staring at her with his eyes open. She was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened suddenly.

He put the recorder aside, turned around and ran to the bedside to press the red emergency call button.

As soon as the button was pressed, a rapid ringing sound rang out in the corridor, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

Less than two minutes later, three doctors with gray hair rushed into the ward at the same time.

Leading the way was Dean Bai Xijun. He quickly walked to the bedside, bent down, reached out and flipped Lin Feng's eyelids, shone a small flashlight on his pupils, and then took out a stethoscope from his white coat pocket and listened to Lin Feng's chest for a while.

The other two vice presidents were checking the data on the electrocardiogram monitor and reviewing the nursing records handed to them by a nurse.

Bai Xijun took the stethoscope out of his ear and hung it around his neck, let out a long breath, and said that since he was awake, there was nothing seriously wrong. Then he asked the nurse to raise the head of the bed a little so that Lin Feng could lie half-reclined.

Bai Xijun stood by the bed and explained Lin Feng's injuries in as simple language as possible.

The stab wound was located on the upper left side of the chest, just centimeters from the heart. The blade pierced the pectoralis major and intercostal muscles, causing massive bleeding in the chest cavity.

When he arrived at the hospital, he had lost more than 40% of his total blood volume, and his blood pressure had dropped to a dangerous level. If he had arrived half an hour later, he would have died.

The surgery lasted nearly four hours, and he received almost 2,000 milliliters of blood transfusions before being pulled back from the brink of death.

Bai Xijun spoke calmly, but his eyes still held the tension from the surgery the night before.

Lin Feng tried to move his body and sit up, but as soon as his arm touched the mattress, a sharp pain shot through his chest, making him sweat profusely.

Bai Xijun pressed down on his shoulder and said not to move around. The wound had just been stitched up and the muscle tissue in his chest was still healing. Forcing movement would cause the stitches to break.

Lin Feng then gave up struggling and leaned back against the pillow.

Bai Xijun gave a few more instructions—he could only rest in bed for the next few days, and the nurses would come regularly to help him turn over and clean him. If he experienced any chest tightness, shortness of breath, or severe pain in his wound, he should press the call bell immediately.

After saying this, the three doctors huddled together and whispered a few words about adjusting the medication before filing out of the ward.

The ward door wasn't closed properly, and Lin Feng heard hurried footsteps in the corridor, along with Shen Qianqian's low but anxious voice—"Nurse, is he awake? I saw the doctors go in—"

The door was pushed open.

When Shen Qianqian walked in, Lin Feng almost didn't recognize her. Her face had thinned out, her once round, baby-faced chin had become pointed, and she had obvious dark circles under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept well for several days.

Her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, with a few stray strands falling around her cheeks. She wore a light gray short-sleeved T-shirt and dark blue jeans, with white canvas shoes on her feet, the laces undone and hanging loosely on the shoes.

She quickly walked to the bedside and squatted down, holding Lin Feng's right hand, which was outside the blanket, with both hands. Her fingers were cold and trembling slightly.

Seeing Lin Feng open his eyes and look at him, he opened his mouth several times before finally uttering a complete sentence—"You're finally awake."