Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 242: Mental Patient

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Mental Patient

About half an hour later, Doctor Huang finally came out of the bathroom, his face covered in water stains. It was clear he must have washed his face with cold water!

After getting in the car, he didn’t put on his seatbelt immediately. His hands rested weakly on the steering wheel, and he seemed to have made up his mind, "An Ying, the cure rate for this illness is quite high now, don’t worry."

"Life and death are predetermined, I know!" she said wistfully, "I’m just worried about my daughter."

"You’ll definitely live a long and healthy life!" Doctor Huang’s eyes flickered with determination.

Hearing the man’s confident words, An Ying’s lips curled slightly, "Thank you!"

After she finished speaking, Doctor Huang fastened his seatbelt and set off again.

When they arrived at the city center of T City, An Ying voluntarily asked to get out of the car.

Doctor Huang didn’t insist otherwise; he found a suitable section of the road for parking and let her off.

After getting out, An Ying stood by the side of the road, watching as his car slowly drove away until it was out of sight, and only then did she turn around, a look of relief appearing on her face.

In the adult world, people consider benefits and losses first, before thinking about love and romance.

As a doctor, he must know that her illness is like a tumor, with the possibility of relapse at any moment. If they were together, the time to come would be spent in a state of fear and anxiety.

If she really relapsed, the future treatment costs would also be quite an expense, and he still had a daughter to raise...

On the bustling street, a crowd of people intertwined as they shuttled by.

Upon hearing about her condition, Doctor Huang managed to withdraw very naturally. Yet, the perceptive An Ying could see right through him. Moreover, Doctor Huang hadn’t hurt her; instead, she felt ashamed for not having told him about her previous medical condition earlier during this time.

Walking at the bustling street corner, An Ying did not pause, heading towards a certain direction with apparent familiarity.

On the road, cars whizzed past, and fine dust floated in the air.

The pedestrians near the road covered their noses one after another.

An Ying retrieved a mask from her pocket and put it on.

After walking for about twenty minutes, she arrived at the familiar "Jianjia Alley." Standing by the road and looking at the towering archway with its impressively written characters, she regarded them as if concentrating hard.

Not far from her, a black luxury car pulled over to the side.

There were two people in the back seat.

Madam Su looked at her skinny sister, a trace of heartache flashing in her eyes. When her gaze shifted to the street, her voice was full of resentment, "All these years, she hasn’t changed a bit." Whether in figure or appearance, she still maintained the youthful look.

Madam Su’s eyes darkened as she spoke, and a surge of hatred seemed ready to erupt.

It was as if Xu Ming hadn’t heard the voice beside her. From the moment An Ying appeared, her gaze had been fixed on An Ying.

An Ying, even with a mask on, could not hide her charm.

Seeing her sister remain silent, Madam Su withdrew her gaze, noticing her sister staring blankly at An Ying’s back. People coming and going on the roadside passed by An Ying, her Jiangnan-like demeanor capturing attention to the point that many men couldn’t help but frequently look back at her as they walked past.

Seeing this, Madam Su’s anger intensified.

From a young age, An Ying always easily attracted men’s favor; everyone took extra care of her. Now, even living a solitary life with a child, she can still impact her and her sister. Madam Su gathered herself, reining in the overwhelming hatred in her heart in front of her sister.

"Sister, what do you think she’s doing here?" Madam Su muttered to herself, not caring if her sister heard her or not.

"If I hadn’t had someone watching her, I wouldn’t have discovered that she still has lingering intentions." Madam Su sneered, firmly believing this wasn’t An Ying’s first time coming to "Jianjia Alley."

"Xiaohui..." Xu Ming’s eyes moved slightly, calling out to the person beside her.

"I’m here, sister. Just tell me what you want to say." Talking to her sister, Madam Su’s tone softened a bit.

"Has she had a good life these years?" Xu Ming asked leisurely, her pale hands tightly gripping her pants.

Madam Su looked at her sister’s confused eyes. Having stayed in the hospital for years, Xu Ming’s spirit had been eroded significantly. Life to her was like being a walking corpse. The main reason she got out of the hospital this time was because of Meng Sihan, Xu Ming’s son.

If it weren’t for Meng Sihan, the Meng Family wouldn’t have allowed Xu Ming to leave the hospital.

After pondering for a long time about her sister’s words, Madam Su decided to conceal An Ying’s situation of having a child, fearing it would upset her sister since her condition was still unstable despite being discharged.

"She currently lives in an old building, six stories high, with no elevator, and her home is on the sixth floor." Madam Su reported the information she had gathered through her network, word by word.

"Is she, married?" Xu Ming paused for a long moment after saying one word, as if hesitating whether to ask. Finally, seeing the graceful figure outside the car window, she mustered the courage to voice her inner doubt.

"No." Madam Su answered confidently, "Recently, there’s been a doctor pursuing her, but she has high standards, and nothing has progressed between them."

Not married? Xu Ming murmured softly, her eyes wandering as she watched An Ying walk under the archway, flowing into the alley with the crowd.

"She’s gone in," Madam Su said urgently.

Compared to Madam Su’s anxious demeanor, Xu Ming seemed much more placid.

"Sister, aren’t you afraid that she..." As she watched An Ying head towards the alley, Madam Su slowly lost her composure, but before she could finish her sentence, Xu Ming interrupted.

"Xiaohui, if she wanted to find Heming she would have already done so!" Xu Ming’s eyelids drooped, listless and sorrowful.

Hearing her sister call her childhood name, a sense of closeness surged in Madam Su’s heart. Her sister had been muddled for years and rarely this lucid. The logic in her earlier remark was impeccable. Had she not regularly witnessed her sister’s deranged state, Madam Su would never have believed that her sister was mentally ill.

Her sister’s words made sense. If An Ying truly wanted to find Meng Heming, why wait until now? After all, she was struggling and living a hard life; she hadn’t appeared before Meng Heming despite such difficulties, indicating she was avoiding him.

What puzzled Madam Su to no end was why An Ying would appear at "Jianjia Alley" if she didn’t intend to find Meng Heming? It was impossible for her not to know that Meng Heming lived at the end of the alley; that house had retained its original structure, brick by brick, plant by plant. Once An Ying saw it, she would certainly recognize it. What angered Madam Su even more was that the plaque on the house read "An Residence."

Wasn’t this a blatant slap to her sister’s face? Madam Su furrowed her brow, a hint of ferocity crossing her face.