Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 The Hand is Broken Chapter 21: Chapter 21 The Hand is Broken Lin Zhiyi woke up again to find herself already in the hospital.

Although her eyes were moving, her consciousness had yet to fully return; she could hear the voices conversing beside her bed.

“How is it going?”

A low voice, familiar yet laced with a hint of danger, asked.

“Third Young Master, there’s no need to worry. I guarantee with my professional career that Miss Lin’s hand will recover just like before.”

Hand?

Upon hearing that word, Lin Zhiyi’s consciousness started to stir, and her half-closed eyes fixated on the white coat’s name tag beside her bed.

“Chief of Neurology, Wu Feng”
Such a familiar name.

She remembered now.

In her past life, Song Wanqiu had cut her hand while cooking, and Gong Chen, anxious, had summoned the best neurology chief to examine Song Wanqiu’s minor injury.

That same day, Lin Zhiyi was given an opportunity to redesign jewelry, but her hand nerves were severed by a thug who burst in.

She begged the hospital to find the best neurology doctor for her, but was told the doctor had been taken by Gong Chen to treat Song Wanqiu’s minor wound.

She called Gong Chen and begged him, but all he said was, “Can’t you stop going crazy every time something happens to Wanqiu? Lin Zhiyi, doesn’t this tire you out?”

He hung up the phone, and she lost all hope and opportunity.

At this moment, the face of the doctor in front of her began to merge with that of the one in her previous life.

And standing beside him was the very source of her agony.

“Ah!”

“Don’t come any closer!”

“Go away! Go away!”

“My hand! My hand is cut off!”

Lin Zhiyi’s emotions nearly collapsed in an instant; she couldn’t distinguish between her past life and the present.

She felt a deep pain within her heart, an ineffable sorrow that filled every cell of her body.

She clutched the blanket wrapped around her, convulsing violently.

Gong Chen called for the doctor in charge, and the nurses restrained Lin Zhiyi, who broke free several times. Her body seemed uncontrollable, rejecting the approach of anyone.

To prevent Lin Zhiyi from injuring herself again, the nurses administered a sedative with Gong Chen’s consent after seeking his approval.

Gradually, Lin Zhiyi fell into a peaceful sleep.

Gong Chen looked at Lin Zhiyi’s pale face and asked coldly, “What happened?”

“The patient seems to have been triggered, unable to come to terms with it for a moment,” the attending physician explained.

Silence fell in the ward, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gong Chen’s eyes were cold, frosty and harsh, while the surrounding medical staff dared not even breathe too heavily.

The quiet was broken only by the ringing of a phone.

Gong Chen glanced at the number, waved his hand at the medical staff, and they quickly exited.

In the quiet, Gong Chen answered the call.

On the other end, Chen Jin spoke with gravity, “The Zhao Family has paid a lot of money to bail out Zhao Cheng, and they’ve assembled a team of brand-name lawyers. It’ll probably end up as a suspended sentence.”

A suspended sentence meant he would almost not serve any jail time.

Zhao Cheng would not be penalized in any real sense.

Gong Chen silently walked to the window, opened it, and leaned on the sill as he lit a cigarette, staring at the person on the bed and slowly exhaling a white smoke.

“Then let him out, understood?”

Gong Chen flicked his cigarette and nonchalantly sealed Zhao Cheng’s fate.

“I understand,” Chen Jin said respectfully.

After hanging up the phone, Gong Chen put out his cigarette and sat down beside the bed.

Perhaps because of the sedative, Lin Zhiyi slept very well. Her small face was nested in the pillow, pretty and delicate.

She looked so much like she did lying in his arms after a night of madness.

Gong Chen inexplicably raised his hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but as his fingertips were about to make contact, they curled slightly.

Ultimately, he lowered his hand.

Just then, his phone pinged with a message.

Gong Chen’s brows furrowed slightly, and he stood up to leave.

…

Lin Zhiyi was indeed exhausted.

Ever since her rebirth, she had been on edge constantly, and the mental torment had made her sleep all but peaceful.

Especially since she felt someone had been watching her.

In her daze, she seemed to see someone standing by the window, a lit cigarette in hand.

It flickered on and off, and the face was unclear.

But when she opened her eyes, what she saw instead was a friendly-looking policewoman.

The policewoman, seeing her awake, immediately explained her purpose: “Hello, I’m the officer handling your case. I’ve come to clarify some things with you.”

“Okay,” Lin Zhiyi said, struggling to sit up, “What is it?”

The policewoman hesitated before saying, “I’m sorry, Lin Zhiyi, the man who hurt Song Wanqiu has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, so his testimony is now meaningless. You are off the hook, and he will be transferred to a psychiatric hospital, as Miss Song does not intend to pursue his liability.”

“How can someone who was fine suddenly become schizophrenic?”

Lin Zhiyi’s face turned pale, unable to accept such a verdict.

A further investigation would undoubtedly implicate Song Wanqiu.

The policewoman sighed, “The paperwork is complete, certified by authorities; it’s difficult to contest.”

There was an implication in her words.

Only someone influential and powerful could obtain such authoritative documentation.

And that person must be linked to Song Wanqiu.

That could only mean… Gong Chen.

Lin Zhiyi stared out at the gray, oppressively heavy sky outside the window.

Reality struck her once again with a cruel blow.

If she wanted to outmaneuver Song Wanqiu, she would have to get past Gong Chen.

But how could she possibly be a match for Gong Chen?

“Rest well,” the policewoman said with a sigh as she left.

Lin Zhiyi sat motionless, as if at any second she would plunge into an all-enveloping darkness.

After a long while, she remembered to send a message to assure Liu He of her safety.

“Mom, I’m okay now.”

“That’s good. The old master wants you to come over for dinner at the Gong Family this weekend. Don’t refuse; he’s giving us a way to save face.”

“I got it.”

After the chat, Lin Zhiyi lay back down on the bed and listlessly flipped through her phone.

Suddenly, a photo sent by Song Wanqiu caught her eye.

In the photo, Song Wanqiu leaned on a hospital bed, with Gong Chen sitting beside her attentively.

And the other man in the frame was Wu Feng.

“As soon as I said my hand was hurting, a certain someone brought in a famous expert to treat me right away.”

She turned off the phone, looking at her own hand and tasting the bitterness in her mouth.

Moments later, after the doctor came for a check-up, Lin Zhiyi requested to be discharged from the hospital.

“The best thing for you, Miss Lin, is to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. We can’t afford any more errors with your hand, or you might even have trouble holding a pen in the future,” the doctor said with concern.

“I’ll be careful.”

Lin Zhiyi insisted on being discharged – because she still had more important things to do.