That night, Wu Liang came to trouble me again. He mocked, "How did you manage to seduce my dad? How could he marry a woman like you?"
I was already feeling upset, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. I retorted, "Haven't you always said I'm not worthy of your dad? Then why do you think I seduced him? You're contradicting yourself; who really has the problem here?"
Wu Liang was left speechless by my comeback and, in a fit of anger and embarrassment, said, "Don't think that just because you have amnesia now, you can do whatever you want! One day, I will make you leave this house!"
Watching his furious back as he stormed away, I let out a long sigh.
In the stillness of the night, I lay in bed tossing and turning. Suddenly, I heard faint voices coming from downstairs.
I quietly crawled to the staircase and, using the moonlight, saw Wu Ming talking in low tones with a strange man.
"Have all the things been taken care of?" Wu Ming asked.
"Don't worry, boss," the man replied respectfully. "Everything is going according to plan; there won't be any traces left."
"Good," Wu Ming nodded in satisfaction. "Remember, no one must know about this, especially Fang Meng."
"Understood." The man quickly left after saying that.
I quietly retreated back to my room, my heart racing. What was Wu Ming hiding from me? What were they referring to as "things"? Why couldn't I know?
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. I took out my phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed Fu Ting's number.
"Hello, Dr. Fu?" I whispered. "This is Fang Meng. I... I have something I want to ask you."
"Miss Fang? Is something wrong?" Fu Ting's voice sounded concerned.
I took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble: "Dr. Fu, can you tell me the truth about the medical incident that happened at the Central Hospital a year ago?"
There was silence on the other end for quite some time. Finally, Fu Ting said softly, "Miss Fang, this is a long story. We should find a safe place to talk face to face. Can you meet up?"
I glanced at the closed door and softly replied, "I'll try. How about meeting tomorrow at noon at the café near the hospital?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you," Fu Ting said before hanging up the phone.
I lay back down on the bed, filled with anticipation and anxiety.
Maybe tomorrow I would finally learn the truth.
The next day at noon, I made an excuse to say I needed to go to the hospital for a check-up, and finally convinced Wu Ming to let me go out.
To be safe, I specifically installed a tracking app on my phone so that even if something went wrong, Fu Ting would be able to find me.
I arrived at the agreed coffee shop, and Fu Ting was already waiting for me.
He was dressed casually, wearing a baseball cap, looking as low-key as a private detective.
"Miss Fang, you’re here," he greeted me with a smile, his eyes showing a hint of concern. "Mr. Duan didn’t give you a hard time, did he?"
I shook my head. "Dr. Fu, can you tell me the truth now?"
Fu Ting sighed. "Miss Fang, before I tell you the truth, I need to confirm one thing. Do you really not remember me at all?"
He pointed to his head.
I examined him closely, trying hard to recall, but everything remained blank.
"I'm sorry, I really don't remember," I said apologetically.
Fu Ting nodded, seemingly having anticipated this. "It's okay; that's quite normal."
"Yes," Fu Ting said with a bitter smile. "We worked together in the hospital for three years. You were an excellent surgeon and well-trusted by your patients. But..."
"But what?" I asked nervously.
Fu Ting took a deep breath. "But a year ago, you took on a tricky surgical case. The patient was a young woman suffering from a rare heart condition. The surgery was very complex and carried high risks. You successfully completed the surgery, but..."
I had seen the conclusion of this story on that report page.
I quietly inquired, unable to deny it: "But the patient still died, right?"
Fu Ting nodded. "Yes. After the surgery, the patient suddenly developed complications and ultimately died despite resuscitation efforts. However, Fang Meng, this is not your fault."
"Not my fault?" I looked at him in confusion.
"Exactly," Fu Ting said seriously. "The death of that patient was actually part of a carefully orchestrated conspiracy."
"A conspiracy?!" I was shocked. "What does that mean?"
Fu Ting looked around and lowered her voice, saying, "That patient's husband is a businessman. In order to defraud a large sum of insurance money, he bribed a nurse at the hospital to inject a certain substance into the patient's IV bag, which led to the patient's death. But all the evidence points to you; you have been made a scapegoat."
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