After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 91

“Miss Zhong, Miss Zhong.”

The doctor approached, tray of medication in hand.

Hearing the voice, Zhong Qiu lifted her head, her eyes brimming with visceral resistance. “Don’t come near me! Stay away!”

She recoiled, her body trembling violently.

Watching the scene through the window, Shang Li closed her eyes in a pang of heartache. She turned away, walked a short distance, and called a contact, giving her the address in hopes she would visit Zhong Qiu.

Yu Yazhi agreed over the phone: “Alright. I’ll be there.”

Hanging up, she looked toward the emergency room, waiting for Yu Jiayan to emerge.

Yu Jiayan’s wound had worsened, requiring hospitalization, but as soon as he was bandaged, he ignored all medical advice and began clamoring to be discharged.

Yu Yazhi had no choice but to soothe him: “Stay in the hospital and recover. I’ll go check on Qu Ran for you.”

Yu Jiayan considered this for a moment before setting a condition: “Go right now.”

After a brief hesitation, Yu Yazhi nodded. “Fine.”

Once she had settled him in, she drove Ning Xuan toward a private sanitarium.

Unbeknownst to her, Yu Jiayan had slipped out of the hospital and was tailing them.

Sitting in the back seat of a taxi, fighting off waves of dizziness, he urged the driver in a pitiful tone: “Sir, please, stay close to them. I’m begging you. My wife wounded me and is trying to run off with her lover.”

The driver, unaware this was a lie, was instantly filled with righteous indignation. “That’s outrageous! Don’t you worry, I’ve got this!”

He slammed on the accelerator, closing the gap.

The two cars arrived at the sanitarium gates one after the other.

Yu Jiayan hurriedly paid the fare, accidentally adding an extra zero in his haste—and scrambled out of the car before it had even fully stopped. “Thanks, driver! God bless you!”

The driver, truly a kind soul, leaned out the window as he watched the young man sprint away. He shouted at the top of his lungs, “Young man, murder is a crime! Stay calm! Do you want me to call the police for you?”

Yu Jiayan didn’t have time to respond. With a quick dodge, he vanished from sight.

He had learned his lesson this time; he didn’t plan to confront them openly. He was going to take her away in secret.

Yu Yazhi was still unaware she had a shadow.

When she reached the floor where Zhong Qiu was staying, she found Shang Li sitting on a long bench outside the patient’s room.

“Master Shang.” Ning Xuan greeted her first.

Shang Li looked up and gave a slight nod. “Ning Xuan, President Yu. You’re here.”

Yu Yazhi didn’t speak. Her gaze drifted toward the room.

Zhong Qiu was inside, lying on the bed with her back to the door. Her face was hidden, but her frail, skeletal silhouette was painfully visible.

Following her gaze, Shang Li looked at the small figure inside. “They just gave her a sedative. Her psychological resistance is severe. I, I feel lost. I don’t know if I did the right thing.”

Yu Yazhi listened quietly before asking, “Do you know what the root of her trauma is?”

Shang Li nodded. “I do.”

She paused, then summarized briefly: “She accidentally hurt someone close to her. The guilt is crushing her.”

Yu Yazhi fell silent, unsure of what to say. For a psychological wound this deep, one could only place their hope in the doctors.

“Don’t rush it. Time is the only medicine for this. Just stay by her side. I believe that one day, she will find her way out.”

The words felt hollow, even to Yu Yazhi. She knew there was little she could actually do to help. Nevertheless, Shang Li thanked her.

They chatted outside until Zhong Qiu woke up.

Seeing this, Yu Yazhi walked in and spoke softly, “Zhong Qiu, do you remember me?”

Zhong Qiu sat on the bed, her long hair cascading down and veiling her face. She wore a white hospital gown that seemed several sizes too large for her emaciated frame; when the breeze blew through the window, the fabric fluttered around her emptily.

“Zhong Qiu, it’s good to see you again.”

“Oh, by the way, I visited the saffron base a few days ago. The employees miss you very much.”

“Do you remember them?”

Yu Yazhi spoke gently as she took out her phone, playing a video of the saffron fields she had originally recorded for Ning Xuan. In the background, workers could be heard chatting:

“This year’s saffron harvest is great! Heh, we’ll be taking home quite a bit of bonus money again.”

“Yeah, it’s all thanks to Miss Zhong. If it weren’t for her, we’d still be scraping by in the dirt here in Yancheng.”

“Speaking of Miss Zhong, when is she coming back? She wouldn’t just leave us, would she?”

“She’s quiet and doesn’t talk much, but she’s beautiful, kind, and so capable. I wonder which family is lucky enough to have a daughter like her.”

“Exactly! If I had a daughter like that, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams!”

Hearing the voices of the colleagues she had worked with for years, Zhong Qiu seemed moved. She slowly turned her head.

Though she looked toward Yu Yazhi, her eyes remained hollow and her expression wooden. She did not speak.

To Yu Yazhi, however, this was a promising sign. She pressed on: “You know that one should finish what they start, right? Regardless of your reasons, you need to return to your post as soon as possible.”

She raised her voice slightly, calling out: “Do you hear me, Zhong Qiu? When you stood before me back then, you promised that if I invested, you would dedicate your life to me. You must keep your word.”

These words finally sparked a memory.

Zhong Qiu began to cry again, tears streaming down as she murmured, “I’m sorry. I’m so tired. Really, I have no strength left. Everything hurts.”

Alarmed, Yu Yazhi looked at Shang Li. “She seems to be in pain. We should call the doctor.”

Shang Li remained silent, her expression heavy. She signaled for Yu Yazhi to follow her out.

Once outside, Yu Yazhi asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Does she have another illness?”

Shang Li shook her head. “She says that constantly. The doctors ran tests; aside from severe malnutrition, she is physically healthy.”

Yu Yazhi: “…”

If she was physically fine yet felt “tired” and “in pain,” it was entirely psychosomatic.

“What do the doctors say?”

“Her condition is complex.”

Shang Li clutched her hair in agony, leaning against the wall as she slowly slid down to the floor. “Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Clinical depression.”

Damn it. So many illnesses, all tormenting her at once. In the places Shang Li couldn’t see, her Zhong Qiu had been suffering every single moment.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it.”

She began to hit her own head, spiraling into deep self-reproach.

If she had known what Zhong Qiu had endured, she would have respected her self-healing process instead of forcing her to wake up. Why did she only realize it now that no matter what personality Zhong Qiu developed, it didn’t matter, as long as she was safe, healthy, and happy?

“It’s my fault. I ruined her.”

The guilt was too much to bear. How does one dull such pain?

She sat on the cold floor, her expression despondent, thumping the back of her head against the wall. The physical sting came, but it couldn’t mask the ache in her heart.

“I see her in such agony, and I can’t do anything.”

Her eyes burned, and finally, the tears spilled over.

She laughed through her sobs, a sound filled with bitter self-mockery. “Heh, and here I am, still claiming that I love her.”

In this moment, she finally understood the true depth of Zhong Qiu’s pain.