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Transmigrated into a 1970s Young Widow, My “Dead” Husband Came Back

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Chapter 15: Suspicion

Transmigrated into a 1970s Young Widow, My “Dead” Husband Came Back

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Doctor Zhao, who had been called out to help elsewhere, returned and immediately felt his mood sink when he saw Song Yueying fast asleep on another hospital bed.

“Why is she sleeping here?” And not just any bed, the empty one. That bed had been prepared for him, yet it was now occupied by Song Yueying.

“She said she couldn’t go home once it got dark, so she’d make do and stay in this ward for the night,” Qi Yanjue repeated her words.Full novel: Transmigrated into a 1970s Young Widow, My “Dead” Husband Came Back — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

Hearing this, Doctor Zhao immediately became agitated. “She says she’ll stay the night and you just let her? Since when are you so easy to talk to?”

“Or have you forgotten why you came looking for her in the first place?”

At this, Qi Yanjue’s expression darkened instantly. How could he possibly forget? He had come to find Song Yueying in order to divorce her.

He had told her to leave, but she had only replied with two words: she wouldn’t.

She refused to leave, and no matter how angry he was, he couldn’t possibly drag her out of the ward. Even if he wanted to, his injuries wouldn’t allow it.

Seeing Qi Yanjue remain silent with a dark expression, Doctor Zhao immediately understood that Song Yueying had simply refused to leave. He had long heard how unreasonable she could be.

He didn’t even know what to say for a moment.

Then, remembering something he had overheard while seeing patients, Doctor Zhao walked over to Qi Yanjue’s bedside.

Glancing at the sleeping Song Yueying, he lowered his voice and asked, “Did Song Yueying tell you? She helped the police catch human traffickers and rescued eleven women and children.”

Qi Yanjue rubbed his brow, looking at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed beside him.

“She didn’t say anything, but I already know,” he replied, his voice unconsciously lowered as well.

He had learned from the conversation between Song Yueying and the police officers that the reason she couldn’t go home was because she had helped the police catch human traffickers and rescued eleven abducted women and children.

Hearing this, Doctor Zhao immediately became interested.

To make it easier to speak quietly, he sat down by Qi Yanjue’s bedside and asked curiously, “If she didn’t tell you, how did you find out about this?”

Qi Yanjue briefly explained what he had heard.

It turned out that the police officers, who had come to deliver dinner to Song Yueying, had mentioned the matter during their conversation with her, and that was how Qi Yanjue learned about it.

After a moment of silence, Doctor Zhao suddenly said, “When you and Song Yueying got married, I wasn’t around and never met her in person. I only heard about her from people in the residential compound.”

“Yanjue, based on your past understanding of Song Yueying, do you think she has this kind of ability?”

Qi Yanjue replied in a low voice, “I don’t understand Song Yueying.”

“You two even…” Doctor Zhao originally wanted to say, you two are married and you still don’t understand her, but he stopped himself, remembering the reason behind their marriage.

Qi Yanjue had always shown a very negative attitude toward this marriage.

But he knew Qi Yanjue was a man with a strong sense of responsibility and very rigid principles. Since the marriage began as a scheme by Song Yueying, no matter how much he disliked her, he would not divorce her.

Unless Song Yueying had mistakenly thought he was dead and returned to her hometown to remarry someone else.

Otherwise, his marriage to her would have continued on. Even if it had become a hollow formality with both living their own lives, he would still have ensured she lived comfortably and without worry.

Unfortunately, Song Yueying did not know what was good for her.

With a sigh, Doctor Zhao apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch a sore spot.”

“Yiheng, you know the reason I married Song Yueying, so there’s nothing to apologize for,” Qi Yanjue said. He didn’t want to say much about his marriage to Song Yueying.

Doctor Zhao’s full name was Zhao Yiheng, meaning “perseverance.”

Zhao Yiheng was Qi Yanjue’s only close friend and comrade. Because of their elders’ relationship and the fact that they lived in the same residential compound, they had grown up together and shared an extremely close bond.

Zhao Yiheng nodded.

Regarding his friend’s earlier question, Qi Yanjue gave a very objective answer. “I don’t understand Song Yueying. I don’t know what abilities she had in the past.”

“But the Song Yueying now likely has abilities beyond what either of us can imagine.”

She knew German and could speak fluently with Will in German.

She had helped Will avoid a beating, helped higher authorities resolve an international dispute, and even helped the hospital uncover a spy who had been hiding for years.

All in one go.

The medicine she gave him saved his life. The medicine she gave Will cured his chronic illness.

That nurse was the long-hidden spy, and Will’s recovery from his chronic condition after taking Song Yueying’s medicine, these were all things Zhao Yiheng had told him.

After all these extraordinary things Song Yueying had done, it was no longer surprising that she had helped the police catch human traffickers.

What Qi Yanjue couldn’t understand was this: she had said she was going home, yet after leaving him, she didn’t return directly to the production team. Instead, she ran off to help the police catch traffickers.

Because of that, she even delayed her return and ended up staying in his ward for the night after dark.

Qi Yanjue said, “She told me she was going home, but instead she went to help the police catch traffickers. That clearly isn’t normal. Something must have happened in between that we don’t know about.”

Zhao Yiheng was very perceptive. With just a reminder from Qi Yanjue, he immediately thought of a possibility.

“You mean… she might have been kidnapped by human traffickers. Then she happened to help the police catch them and rescued those eleven women and children?”

Qi Yanjue nodded, because that was also his inference.

When Song Yueying was eating, he hadn’t had the chance to ask her. He had planned to wait until she finished, but she ate her fill and immediately fell asleep.

He hadn’t been able to hear the full process of how she caught the traffickers, but he knew it was not easy.

In missions he had carried out before, he had also participated in rescuing abducted women and children from traffickers several times.

Human traffickers were ruthless, vicious, and extremely cunning. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would kill and flee without hesitation. For Song Yueying to help the police capture them and successfully rescue the victims…

That alone showed her abilities were not to be underestimated.

“Yanjue,” Zhao Yiheng said, looking straight at him with a serious expression, “Song Yueying is very likely a rare medical genius. Our unit…”

“I know what you want to say,” Qi Yanjue interrupted. His tone was equally serious. “Our understanding of Song Yueying right now is only superficial.”

“Whether she is friend or foe, neither of us can be certain.”

“You’re right. I was too hasty,” Zhao Yiheng lowered his head and sighed. “It’s just that her pills saved your life and cured Will’s chronic illness…”

As if thinking of something, Zhao Yiheng suddenly looked up, staring intensely at Qi Yanjue. “Do you really not remember what medicine Song Yueying gave you?”

“Try to think carefully again. Before you were sent to the hospital, did she give you any medicine to take, or apply anything to your wounds?”

“I don’t remember,” Qi Yanjue replied firmly. He had already thought about this countless times himself, there was no answer.

“How is that possible?” Zhao Yiheng frowned in confusion. “Your willpower is the strongest in our entire team. Ordinary drugs don’t affect you at all.”

“Even in a seriously injured state where you can’t move, your consciousness should still have remained clear.”

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