A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 275: Who Paid Shen Huai’s Medical Bills?

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Who Paid Shen Huai’s Medical Bills?

Due to the weakness of his body, Shen Huai’s voice was not loud, almost imperceptible.

Yet it accurately reached the ears of the man standing at the doorway of the hospital room, causing his tall figure to suddenly stiffen in place, afraid to turn back and look.

Lying on the hospital bed, Shen Huai stared fixedly at the man’s back, swallowed his dry throat, and weakly called out again, his tone tinged with excitement, "Dad..."

When Shen’s father had disappeared, Shen Huai had been too young. After so many years, his features had become blurry to him.

But Shen Huai would never forget his father’s silhouette.

The man slowly turned his head, took a deep look at Shen Huai on the bed, then turned and quickly left with his head down.

Inside, Shen Huai was both anxious and excited, struggling to get up and chase after him, "Dad, don’t go, Dad..."

But his body was too weak; he didn’t have the strength to rise from the bed.

The machines monitoring his body emitted a sharp beeping sound, and Dr. Qiao hurriedly came over with the nurses, brushing past the man in the corridor.

As the man’s figure disappeared at the staircase, Ye Min, who had just returned from harvesting rice in the countryside, stepped out of the elevator.

Seeing that swiftly passing figure, she abruptly stopped, and quickly ran towards the staircase.

The stairwell was empty.

Ye Min clutched the railing, looking up and down, but there was still no one.

Her brow furrowed, a hint of loss in her tone, "Did I see that wrong..."

Just now, she thought she had seen her eldest son, who had disappeared for so many years.

When Ye Min left, the man hiding in the upstairs utility room finally came out. He was about to go downstairs when the cellphone in his pocket vibrated.

He answered the call, listened to a few sentences from the person on the other end, and his gaze instantly turned cold, he said in a cold voice, "I understand, I’m heading to Jingcheng now."

"This time, I can help you catch Dr. Yanhe, but first, you must agree to one condition, let her save my son first."

The person on the other end said a few more words, and the man responded affirmatively before hanging up the call.

Before leaving, he took a deep look in the direction of the corridor, and left with his head down and quick steps.

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Meanwhile, in Jingcheng Central Hospital.

Six hours later, the operating room’s sign dimmed, the operation had ended, and the doors opened. Shen Yanhe, Dean Ge, and Xie Muchuan emerged.

Gao Lezhi, who had been anxiously waiting outside, immediately approached, asking anxiously, "Doctor, was the surgery successful?"

"It was successful," Shen Yanhe held a small medical kit, "The effects of her anesthesia haven’t worn off yet, she’ll completely wake up after two hours. I’ll prescribe her medication afterward, she needs to take it for a month and rest well without any significant emotional disturbances."

Gao Lezhi’s long-held breath was instantly released, he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat and took a step back, bowing deeply to Shen Yanhe, "Thank you, Dr. Yanhe, I’m very grateful to you."

If it hadn’t been for her, his mother would have been in danger.

Shen Yanhe slightly stepped aside and said, "This operation wasn’t solely my credit, Dean Ge and Dr. Xie also played significant roles."

Gao Lezhi also bowed deeply to Dean Ge and Dr. Xie.

Dean Ge waved his hands jovially, "Alright, no need for all these thanks, go handle the hospital admission and payment, we’ll go rest."

Shen Yanhe followed Dean Ge back to his office.

During the operation, with Gao Lezhi’s consent, Dean Ge had the surgery recorded on video.

Xie Muchuan uploaded the video to Dean Ge’s computer for the doctors to observe.

Fan Yajing stayed as well; she wanted to see exactly how Shen Yanhe had cured Li Huilan.

As Dean Ge drank water, he exclaimed, "I didn’t expect your medical skills to be even more excellent than Old Hua, your understanding of the use of traditional Chinese medicinal herbs is so profound, truly a case of the student outshining the master."

"I think if Old Hua doesn’t put in more effort, his leading wave is going to crash on the beach."

Shen Yanhe humbly smiled, "It’s not as miraculous as the dean describes, I still have much to learn."

Her medical skills were learned from Hua Tuo, who himself was a maverick in medicine, bold in his prescriptions, and his methods of treating patients were extraordinarily unique.

For the old man, he believed that various plants and organisms produced by nature could all be used as medicine.

She had studied by his side for so many years, her understanding of traditional Chinese medicine was much deeper than the average person.

Furthermore, these years she had dabbled in various fields in order to develop a drug that could save Shen Huai, involving both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

But for her, as long as there was no medicine developed that could treat Shen Huai, she had not yet succeeded in her studies.

While President Ge and Shen Yanhe were chatting, the doctors watching the surgical video were stunned.

They had never imagined that the methods of traditional Chinese medicine could also be applied to surgery.

The more Fan Yajing watched, the more suffocated she felt in her heart, but she dared not say anything else, as the surgery video playing here was enough to prove her wrong.

She could only keep quiet and stew in her own frustration.

At that moment, Shen Yanhe’s phone rang. She apologetically glanced at President Ge, stood up, and left the office to answer the call.

As soon as she picked up the phone, Dr. Qiao’s voice came through, "Miss Shen, did you just have someone pay ten million in medical fees?"

Originally, Dr. Qiao hadn’t planned on calling Shen Yanhe, but just now the president approached him, saying that ten million in medical fees had suddenly appeared in Shen Huai’s hospital account.

Normally, Shen Yanhe was always punctual with monthly payments of one million each, and the sudden appearance of such a large sum made the president feel uneasy, prompting him to ask Dr. Qiao to inquire about it.

Shen Yanhe furrowed her brows, "Ten million? Not me."

It wasn’t yet time to pay the medical fees, so she wouldn’t send money to the hospital.

Could it be Fu Yanhe?

Shen Yanhe pondered for a few seconds and then said, "It must have been my husband who made the payment. I’ll ask him about it later tonight."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yanhe sent Fu Yanhe a message.

[Confucius said]: CatPeeking.JPG.

[Confucius said]: Did you have someone go to the hospital to pay Ah Huai’s medical fees?

Within less than five seconds, a message came back.

[Kissy Boyfriend]:

[Kissy Boyfriend]: No, what happened?

Shen Yanhe was stunned.

It wasn’t him?

Then who suddenly paid such a large sum of money?

Shen Yanhe’s brow tightened, an improbable person briefly came to mind, but before the image could fully form, she forcefully suppressed it.

It couldn’t be him.

He had been missing for so many years; if he really wanted to pay the medical fees to save Ah Huai, he would have appeared long ago.

Shen Yanhe slightly lowered her eyes and sent a message to Dr. Qiao, asking him not to touch the money for now until she returned to Haicheng to investigate its origins.

Just as she sent the message, the office door was opened from the inside.

Xie Muchuan stood at the doorway looking at her, his eyes calm, "Yanhe, do you want to go have a meal together? It’s on me."

Shen Yanhe glanced at the time; it was already six in the evening.

Having been busy all afternoon, she indeed felt a bit hungry.

She pocketed her phone and with her hands in her pockets said, "Let’s go."

Fu Yanhe was dealing with business and likely wouldn’t return anytime soon, so she decided to eat out before going back.

She greeted President Ge and left the office, Xie Muchuan following closely behind.

Fan Yajing hadn’t had the chance to speak before Xie Muchuan walked away.

She watched their departing figures, a shadow passing through her eyes, feeling somewhat uneasy.