Chapter 122: My Daughter-in-Law Is About to Give Birth
“What method?”
Ye Jiamei pulled the kneeling Chang Huilan up from the ground. Despite personal grievances, as a doctor, she knew that she was powerless in this situation.
Even if she could perform surgery on Yu Yingying, there was no way she could reattach such a mangled limb.
Besides, Yu Yingying had always looked down on those of illegitimate birth, making life difficult for them at every turn. She had bullied her daughter since childhood.
Ye Jiamei was no saint. Even though her soul had changed, she had inherited the body of someone who had suffered at the hands of the Yu family. How could she suddenly turn into a benevolent savior?
There was no way she would risk her life for Yu Yingying.
Her first thought was clear—she would not save Yu Yingying.
“Forget it. I won’t say anything. If Yu Yingying ends up as a cripple, she’ll only resent me more. Besides, given her temperament, Yu Zhengqing and Chang Huilan should know better than anyone. Why should I bother giving them a solution?”
“I understand.”
Even though Ye Jiamei hadn’t explicitly stated the method to save Yu Yingying’s life, Yu Zhengqing, ever the strategist, understood immediately.
Having spent years on the battlefield, he had seen countless injuries. Compared to those wounded soldiers, Yu Yingying’s injury was far worse.
Her leg had been bitten off, leaving only a strip of flesh connecting the remaining stump. Much of the muscle had been torn away by the beast’s teeth. Even a deity couldn’t repair such an injury.
Ye Jiamei observed Yu Zhengqing’s bloodshot eyes as he struggled to remain calm. She sighed and shook her head.
She hadn’t directly spelled it out, but any fool could understand what needed to be done. And Yu Zhengqing was no fool.
“At this point, we don’t even know if the wound will become infected. The bacteria from the beast’s mouth could be deadly.
I’ve seen cases before where people were bitten by rabid dogs. Years later, the disease manifested in them—they went mad, howling like dogs, attacking and biting others.
Of course, this isn’t always the case. Some people, due to their strong constitution, remain unaffected. It all depends on fate.
Out of respect for the effort you’ve put into protecting everyone, I’ll give you some medicine. You’ll have to handle the rest yourselves.
But I’ll say this—I will not personally treat Yu Yingying. I refuse to create another enemy for myself.
If it were Lady Lan, Chang Huilan, or even Yu Xiaoran, I might have considered it. But Yu Yingying? Absolutely not.”
Ye Jiamei’s open disdain for Yu Yingying was unmistakable. Yu Zhengqing could only remain silent.
The reality was clear—Yu Yingying’s leg could not be saved.
Even if Ye Jiamei performed surgery, Yu Yingying would still hate her for leaving her crippled.
Yes, Yu Zhengqing knew his daughter well.
Ye Jiamei had already shown him enough kindness by offering medicine. He had no right to ask for more.
To her, Yu Yingying was an enemy. Just because Yu Zhengqing had changed didn’t mean his daughter deserved redemption.
Perhaps losing her leg was the punishment she deserved—the true retribution for her actions.
Ye Jiamei handed over some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory medicine, along with iodine for disinfection, before turning away.
“Bah! Heartless wretch! You refuse to save her—you’ll suffer for it!”
Old Madam Chen, who had been silent for so long, finally broke out in anger, glaring at Ye Jiamei with undisguised hatred.
Hearing this, Ye Jiamei turned back, smirking at Old Madam Chen.
“See? If I help, I’m damned. If I don’t help, I’m still damned. If I had stepped in and failed, you’d blame me even more.
So rest assured, Old Madam Chen—if the day ever comes when you’re half-dead and begging for my help, I’ll make sure you survive.
I’ll keep you alive just long enough to watch everything you hate flourish before your eyes, to see how miserable your own life becomes.
Death would be too easy for you. I’ll make sure you live through your suffering.”
“You—!”
“Enough! Mother, stop it! Can’t you see? Yingying’s leg is beyond saving. Even if Ye Jiamei tried, she’d only end up with a crippled daughter. And then what? Would you still blame her?”
Hearing Yu Zhengqing’s words, Ye Jiamei let out a cold laugh.
“At least someone in the Yu family still has some sense. If not, you’d all be doomed.”
“Ye Jiamei! My… my daughter-in-law… I think she’s about to give birth! Please, please help!”
Just as Ye Jiamei was about to leave, Liu Lan from the Yu family’s second branch ran up to her, grabbing her hands desperately.
“Huang Xiaoju is going into labor?”
Ye Jiamei’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
She glanced at Liu Lan’s anxious face, then over to where Huang Xiaoju was surrounded by family members.
What terrible timing.
They were supposed to be leaving, but now, of all times, she was going into labor.
“Yes! She says her stomach doesn’t hurt, but her water has already broken. There are still no contractions.”
Ye Jiamei frowned and quickly followed.
“Look at that! Look at that! Why is she making such a fuss over the second branch?
A woman giving birth isn’t some rare event! But when it came to Yingying, her own niece, she just tossed some medicine and walked away?! She’s cold-blooded!”
“Mother, stop talking! This is exactly why she refuses to help! No matter what she does, you always have something to say.
And let’s not forget how you and Yingying have treated her in the past. Do you have no shame? She was already kind enough to offer medicine. That’s more than we deserve.
And let’s be clear—there’s nothing to ‘save.’ The only question now is whether Yingying will survive at all.”
“What?! What do you mean?!”
Old Madam Chen had been fuming over Yu Zhengqing’s scolding, but upon hearing his last words, she was suddenly overcome with shock.
“I mean, if we want to keep Yingying alive…We have to amputate her leg.”
