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Deadly Woman
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Shui Qingyue stood dazed by the window, her head wrapped in thick bandages.
"Miss, would you like to buy a bouquet? These flowers are very fresh."
A faint floral fragrance filled the hospital room, and a tender young voice broke the silence.
Shui Qingyue frowned slightly. Selling flowers in a hospital? However, compared to the troubles of the past few days, she was too weary to care about such things.
She accepted a bouquet with indifference and paid for it.
She remembered two days ago.
The pharmacy at Jiren Hall was crowded with people, chaotic voices spreading throughout the shop as various medicinal herbs were deliberately knocked over, scattered all over the floor.
Those were all fine herbs.
Her father was an esteemed traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Great Shanghai, respected for his skills. This scene was something Shui Qingyue had never witnessed before.
The food box in her hand fell to the ground with a loud thud, and the troublemakers in the shop quickly turned their attention to Shui Qingyue standing outside.
Someone inside shouted angrily, "You, Shui! You killed our loved ones! Today, let you experience the pain of losing a daughter!"
Everyone in Lin'an Town knew that Lord Shui cherished his daughter, Shui Qingyue, above all else.
Sure enough, Lord Shui heard the commotion and quickly emerged from under the table, his slightly plump figure swaying as he raised his hands. "Please, don't harm my daughter!"
Shui Qingyue stood outside the door, unsure of what was happening, but she could glean some understanding from the chaos. It was said that her father’s prescriptions had poisoned patients, and it wasn't just one or two people; nearly all the patients who had received prescriptions from him had met their demise.
What should she do? Could it be that the medicinal herbs were at fault? Shui Qingyue knew well that although her father was timid and avoided trouble all his life, he wouldn’t even dare to crush an ant, let alone harm others.
Furrowing her delicate brows, she was about to speak up to clear her father's name when someone unexpectedly shoved her, causing her to crash against the door of the pharmacy.
Her head struck the door hard, and in an instant, bright red liquid flowed down the door like a winding river.
Killing someone would always come with consequences. Perhaps the ruckus-makers feared for her safety; they quickly dispersed, leaving in a hurry.
Her father, looking pained, rushed her to the hospital where doctors hurriedly stitched up her forehead with eight stitches.
Once everything was settled, Shui Qingyue turned away from her father, who had his back to her, and asked straightforwardly, "Dad, what on earth happened?"
The slightly plump middle-aged man raised a face full of grievance. He hadn’t even had time to explain to his beloved daughter when a flurry of hurried footsteps accompanied by the sound of a door opening reached Shui Qingyue's ears.
In her line of sight appeared three or five uniformed police officers, confidently surrounding her father with electric batons in hand. Her father, inherently timid, raised his hands and wore a pleading expression as he begged the officers, "Gentlemen, I swear I didn’t kill anyone! I really didn’t!"
At that moment, the uniformed officers no longer believed his words; cold handcuffs were placed on his wrists. Shui Qingyue panicked. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, she rushed toward her father, trying to comfort him while pleading with the nearby officers. "My dad wouldn’t kill anyone; there must be some misunderstanding."
Two police officers approached and pulled her away from her father.
"Miss Shui, we are just following orders. If Lord Shui has any grievances, he can discuss them at the station. A number of people have suddenly died in the past few days, Miss Shui. You must be aware that these individuals were all your father's patients, and they died after taking the medicine prescribed by him. So, we are in a difficult position as well. We apologize."
The leading officer looked visibly uncomfortable.
Watching her father being taken away by the police, he turned back repeatedly to remind her, "Qingyue, don't worry about me. Just focus on recovering."
Although her father was someone who avoided trouble, he had always treated her with utmost care and affection.
Shui Qingyue stared at her father's retreating figure, biting her lip, on the verge of tears.
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