A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 123 His Struggle

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 His Struggle

Shen Yanhe’s slender hands clenched the sheets beneath her.

So that’s how it was.

So that’s how it was.

If it had been any ordinary patient, a cockroach appearing in the operating room wouldn’t have posed any fatal risk.

But Shen Huai was different.

Shen Huai was suffering from severe immunodeficiency.

There was hardly any immunity in his body.

Not to mention touching with hands, even the mere presence of a bit of bacteria in the air could cause him to die from an infection throughout his body.

That’s why, before the surgery started, Dr. Qiao had meticulously disinfected the operating room several times.

But despite all precautions, some threats are hard to foresee.

In the end, they couldn’t guard against it.

Li Wei, her face full of panic, moved hurriedly toward Shen Yanhe, "I’ve said all I know; the real mastermind isn’t me! Don’t hand over the surveillance to the police!"

If the surveillance was given to the police, her life would be over!

"The woman who had you frame Shen Huai, do you know who she is?" Shen Yanhe narrowed her eyes slightly, hiding the murderous intent swirling within, so as not to let Fu Yanhe notice.

She forced herself to suppress the anger and hostility inside her, asking in a calm tone.

Li Wei shook her head, "That woman was very cautious when she met me, dressed very tightly, wearing a hat and a mask, I didn’t see her face, only her eyes."

She looked at Shen Yanhe, then suddenly spoke, "Her eyes and eyebrows somewhat resemble yours, but they lack your refinement."

The person who somewhat resembles her in eyes and eyebrows, and had conflicts with her.

Shen Yanhe could only think of one person.

Shen Yingying.

Moreover, the Shen Family did not have a clean track record when it came to harming Shen Huai.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes stirred tumultuously as she looked at Li Wei, her gaze filled with shadows.

Yet, she could not sentence Shen Yingying to life or death based solely on Li Wei’s word.

"Did that woman say how to contact her after you successfully killed Shen Huai?"

"Yes! Yes!" Li Wei, chilled by Shen Yanhe’s gaze, nodded her head incessantly like a pecking chicken at hearing this.

"We agreed that if it was successful, we would meet on the hospital’s rooftop tomorrow night, and she would give me my compensation in person."

"Good." Shen Yanhe looked at Li Wei, a smile appearing on her face, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "Tomorrow night, make sure you are there to meet her."

Li Wei swallowed nervously, asking with hope, "If I do as you say and meet her, will you let me go?"

Shen Yanhe leaned back, half reclining on the pillow, placing her hand on her slightly aching lower abdomen, her demeanor lazy, "It depends on your performance."

Li Wei wanted to say more, but Fu Yanhe, who had been silent so far, gave San Fang a look with his indifferent expression.

San Fang, understanding, stepped forward, stuffed the rag back into Li Wei’s mouth despite her struggles, and took her out.

Fu Yanhe approached the bedside, his gaze on her both tender and a bit worried, "Still feeling uncomfortable?"

"It’s manageable."

With no outsiders present, Shen Yanhe’s face showed traces of weariness; she lay down further, her voice softening somewhat, as if cooing to him.

"I just want to sleep."

Fu Yanhe was silent for a moment.

He maneuvered his wheelchair a bit closer to the bed, braced himself on the edge of the bed to get on, reached out his long arms, and drew her into his embrace.

His large hand rested on her slender back, his voice gentle and magnetic, "Sleep then."

Shen Yanhe paused, instinctively moving closer to him, and closed her eyes.

Exhausted by the day’s events and cocooned in this warm, familiar embrace, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

Fu Yanhe quietly held her, listening to her gradually even breathing, feeling very calm in his heart.

However, the gaze that fell on her abdomen was exceptionally complex.

After a long time, ensuring that Shen Yanhe had completely fallen asleep, Fu Yanhe carefully got out of bed.

Sitting in the wheelchair, he silently left the ward.

At the door, San Fang and Si Fang were on guard.

Seeing Fu Yanhe come out, they quickly came forward and whispered, "Young master, are you returning to the manor?"

"No," Fu Yanhe said indifferently, "I will stay out here for a while. If the young mistress wakes up and looks for me, tell her I went to the restroom."

San Fang nodded, "Yes."

The hospital corridor was very quiet at night, stretching to the dark end, carrying a hint of chilling air.

Fu Yanhe wheeled himself to the end of the corridor. Looking through the window at the distant lights, he squinted his dark eyes and took out his phone to make a call.

Ji Haosheng, who had just performed five surgeries and fallen asleep, was awakened by the vibration of his phone.

He hung up the call irritably.

The person on the other end called again.

After three or four times back and forth.

Ji Haosheng, with red and dry eyes, answered the call suppressing his anger, and spoke through gritted teeth, "Fu Yanhe, you better have something important."

Fu Yanhe remained calm, his voice also very calm, "Haosheng, if I had a child while I was poisoned, would it affect the child?"

Ji Haosheng’s dozing off was instantly shattered by his question, "Hold on."

He quickly sat up, his voice shocked as he asked, "Your wife is pregnant?"

Fu Yanhe, eyes black as the night outside, did not answer him directly but pressed, "Will it affect the baby?"

Ji Haosheng scratched his head, sitting crossed-legged on the bed, carefully choosing his words, "There will definitely be some effect."

Fu Yanhe’s grip on the phone suddenly tightened, his already pale hand growing even paler.

"You know, a child is a combination of genes from both parents. The period when it is being nurtured in the womb, genes and external environment can all impact the embryo’s development."

"This is why we don’t recommend keeping a child conceived while the mother smokes and drinks, as it could cause genetic mutations and deformities in the fetus."

"And the poison that you were under is the most toxic agent internationally. Having a child while poisoned... would definitely have some impact on fetal development."

"Of course, there might not be any impact either. These things can’t be said too absolutely. If you’re not at ease, you could wait until the fetus is a bit more developed and bring your wife here for a comprehensive check-up."

Fu Yanhe fell silent for a while, not speaking for a long time.

After so long that Fu Yanhe’s hand holding the phone started to feel numb,

his slightly hoarse voice finally sounded again, "If we decide not to keep the baby, what is the time when aborting will cause the least harm to the mother?"

"The first three months. After three months, aborting will cause greater harm to the mother."

Fu Yanhe closed his eyes, "I understand."

After speaking, he hung up the call.

Ji Haosheng, staring at the ended call, couldn’t help but sigh.

He felt a bit sorry for Fu Yanhe. This was just too sad.

Living a smooth-sailing life for over twenty years, finally married with a child on the way, only to find the baby couldn’t be kept due to health reasons...

Indeed, fate is cruel.

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After hanging up, Fu Yanhe did not return to the ward immediately, but continued to sit by the window, feeling the night breeze, his eyes growing deeper.

Suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded from behind.

Shen Yanhe walked out beside him, crouching next to him, looking up curiously, "What are you doing sitting out here in the middle of the night?"

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