Zhao Meijuan said irritably, “Go check on the Second Young Master. I need to change my clothes first.”
She was covered in petals and found it utterly disgusting, so she had to change immediately. She hated cherry blossoms the most, but that old fool Jun Zheyuan couldn’t bear to clear away this sea of flowers, keeping it as a reminder of someone. If Jun Xuanye hadn’t been here today, she would never have come to this area.
Doctor Zhang was a man in his forties, a somewhat renowned psychiatrist in the country. Since Jun Xuanye fell ill, he had become Jun Xuanye’s private doctor.
Unlike Babulu’s rudeness, he appeared quite polite: “Greetings, Second Young Madam. I am the Second Young Master’s private doctor and am familiar with his condition. I heard he had an episode yesterday and came specifically to examine him. So…”
Little did he know that Lin Xingyao wouldn’t give him any face at all. Without waiting for him to finish, she pushed Jun Xuanye away.
Although Doctor Zhang felt quite embarrassed, he still shamelessly followed them.
“Second Young Madam, you must be tired. Let me push the Second Young Master…”
Before his hand could touch the wheelchair, a sharp “slap!” echoed as he was struck across the face.
Doctor Zhang covered his cheek, feeling utterly wronged: “Second Young Madam, how… how could you hit someone so casually?”
Lin Xingyao didn’t even spare Zhao Meijuan any respect, let alone this obvious “lackey.”
In Jun Xuanye’s condition, even if Doctor Zhang wasn’t directly responsible, he was indirectly involved. To put it bluntly, even if Doctor Zhang knew nothing, he was undoubtedly an incompetent doctor. Delaying treatment was akin to murder.
Lin Xingyao glanced at him sideways: “If I were you, I wouldn’t ask for trouble.”
Doctor Zhang had received orders from Zhao Meijuan to examine Jun Xuanye again today and confirm how much his condition had deteriorated. So, even after being slapped, he refused to back down.
Putting on his doctor’s airs, he said, “Second Young Madam, treating the Second Young Master is my duty as a doctor. Your constant interference—do you have ulterior motives?”
Well, he was actually shifting the blame onto Lin Xingyao.
“You treating the Second Young Master? Making him worse and worse is your duty? And you still dare call yourself a doctor?”
Doctor Zhang’s face turned ashen: “Second Young Madam, what do you mean by that?”
Lin Xingyao smiled faintly: “A doctor’s duty is to heal and save lives, not to resort to any means for money. Heaven sees everything. Be careful of retribution.”
With that, she pushed the wheelchair away and left.
Doctor Zhang stood there stunned: What did she mean? Could it be that she noticed something?
Not daring to delay, Doctor Zhang hurriedly went to see Zhao Meijuan, sharing his suspicions and adding, “Madam, to be honest, I noticed the Second Young Master’s complexion seemed much better just now. If it’s not a final rally before death, then…”
“Then what? Could that wild girl actually save that lunatic?”
Doctor Zhang pondered: “If it were at the beginning, it would be hard to say, but now the Second Young Master is already critically ill. Unless she’s some extraordinary master, how could she possibly save him? However…”
“However what?”
“I’m worried that after the Second Young Master dies, she might spread rumors.”
“Rumors?” Zhao Meijuan slammed the table and sneered: “A wild girl from a small, insignificant family—does she dare challenge the Jun Family?”
That may be true, but Zhao Meijuan felt a twinge of regret. If she had known that the one entering the household would be such a troublesome character, she should have vehemently opposed the Chongxi from the start.
“Once that second madman dies, I’ll kick her out. Does she really think she’s something special?” Zhao Meijuan then reconsidered: to avoid complications, she might as well give them another push.
During the day, the servants delivered medicine several times. Lin Xingyao naturally wouldn’t let Jun Xuanye drink any more dubious concoctions. Even the meals were personally inspected by her, and only after confirming they were safe would she give them to Jun Xuanye.
At night, Lin Xingyao fed Jun Xuanye his medicine once more.
By now, Jun Xuanye had recovered a bit more, though his speech was still slightly slurred: “I… recover?”
Lin Xingyao understood what he meant: “You’ve been ill for so long, so don’t rush it. But you’ll recover soon, trust me.”
She tucked Jun Xuanye in properly and said, “Sleep now.”
Jun Xuanye closed his eyes at her words and soon drifted into sleep. Even he found it somewhat amusing—someone he had only known for a short while had now become the person he relied on and trusted the most. Meanwhile, those so-called closest relatives had turned into enemies he had to guard against at all times.
Lin Xingyao slept on the sofa, thinking before bed that once Jun Xuanye recovered, she would have to ask him to arrange a room for her.
The next day, Lin Xingyao took Jun Xuanye outside for a walk as usual. While medication was important, the patient’s own state of mind also mattered greatly. A leisurely stroll would help him recover more effectively.
As usual, they took the elevator downstairs. But as soon as the elevator doors closed, the surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness.
A power outage?
Lin Xingyao quickly pressed the emergency intercom in the elevator, but no one responded. Her phone couldn’t make calls either—clearly, the signal was being blocked.
Lin Xingyao narrowed her eyes slightly: This is…
This was certainly not a simple power outage but a deliberate, man-made incident.
To avoid complications, Zhao Meijuan had simply accelerated her plans, intentionally causing a power outage.
Being trapped in an elevator for a few hours might not be a big deal for ordinary people, but for someone like Jun Xuanye, who had been taking Mixincao for a long time, it would accelerate mental agitation. Especially in the confined, stuffy environment of an elevator, even a normal person would feel anxious and unsettled. Jun Xuanye would undoubtedly be triggered into a fit of madness.
His condition was already severe, and the more frequently his madness flared up, the faster it would deplete his already limited lifespan. If any accident occurred, Lin Xingyao would bear full responsibility. Then it wouldn’t just be a matter of being kicked out—she would also face legal consequences.
If that second madman went berserk and caused harm, it would be entirely Lin Xingyao’s fault. Who told her to take matters into her own hands and remove the madman’s shackles? Did she really think taking a madman out for a walk would cure him and make him her ally? Ridiculous!
At this moment, Zhou Guan Jia eagerly approached to inquire: “Madam, it’s been a while now. How much longer should we wait?”
Zhou Guan Jia couldn’t wait to see Lin Xingyao suffer. She had been bested by Lin Xingyao several times but had no way to retaliate. Now, this wild girl had thoroughly offended the madam, and the madam was going to deal with her personally.
Zhao Meijuan sat leisurely in the living room on the first floor, sipping her coffee. “No rush. The second young mistress is quite capable. Perhaps she can even fix the elevator herself and climb out.”
Only Lin Xingyao and Jun Xuanye were in the elevator. No matter who had an accident, she would be happy to see it happen.
After finishing a cup of coffee, Jun Zheyuan, who hadn’t returned for over half a month, suddenly came back. This indeed surprised Zhao Meijuan, who hurriedly went up to greet him: “Husband, didn’t you say you’d come back next week? Why did you suddenly come back early?”