Mr. Yu, your wife has gone crazy after her rebirth.

"Mr. Gu...Mr. Gu, what do you want to do..." Doctor Huang's voice was trembling, full of anxiety and fear. "Please calm down, this knife is very dangerous..."

Gu Yao stared at him coldly, his eyes like icy arrows.

He still held the dagger tightly against Dr. Huang's neck, with no sign of letting go.

Under the penetrating gaze of his icy eyes, Dr. Huang felt as if his own spirit was pierced and he felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling of palpitations.

"The dead baby that was stolen last night was my son, right!" Gu Yao's tone was firm.

Dr. Huang had already expected that he would come to ask about this matter, so he was not surprised.

He spent the past two days like a prisoner sentenced to death, experiencing psychological torture every minute and every second. When the day of judgment finally came, he strangely felt a twisted sense of relief that "it's finally your turn".

Dr. Huang lowered his eyes and accepted the reality helplessly.

"Correct."

After getting a positive answer, the pain in Gu Yao's heart was like a sharp knife cutting his heart, so sharp that it made his breathing stagnate.

His unfortunate child was destined to tragedy before he came into this world. He had congenital developmental deformities, and due to lack of oxygen, he didn't even have the chance to be born. He couldn't even retain the most basic dignity, and even his body was ruthlessly stolen.

Pain gradually filled Gu Yao's eyes. The dagger in his hand ruthlessly sank into Dr. Huang's skin, only a few millimeters deep, but enough to make Dr. Huang panic and scream in fear, "Mr. Gu, stop, stop!"

Gu Yao's wrist froze, and the dagger hung at Dr. Huang's throat, motionless.

Dr. Huang was breathing rapidly and sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Gu Yao asked again: "Was the child really dead when he was born?" He suspected that the child was not stillborn.

Doctor Huang's pupils constricted, and he answered with difficulty: "Yes... yes, the baby stopped breathing as soon as he was born."

Dr. Huang's conscience kept condemning him, but facing the ferocious and terrifying Gu Yao, he still didn't dare to admit it. He was worried that if he admitted it, Gu Yao might really stab him with a knife.

Suddenly, the blade stabbed into his muscles.

“Ah! Ahhh…!”

Doctor Huang's voice was sharp, and he was in a state of panic. "Wrong, completely wrong! The child was still breathing when she landed. It was her, your wife, Mrs. Gu, who decided not to save her! Mr. Gu, please, let me go. I have a family to support!"

Although Gu Yao had a premonition deep in his heart, when Dr. Huang's confession actually reached his ears, he still suffered unprecedented shock and confusion, accompanied by waves of heart-wrenching pain.

His heart felt like it was being torn apart slowly by an icy hand, his flesh being stripped away piece by piece until only a bloody blur was left.

"Why..." She is the child's biological mother.

As a mother, how could I possibly choose to let go and give up my own flesh and blood?

For a moment, Gu Yao remembered the mother who brought him into the world but turned into ashes.

In this world, not all mothers love their children deeply. Likewise, not every child can grow up healthily in love and care.

So was he, and so was the child.

Gu Yao’s doubts caught the attention of Dr. Huang. He mistakenly thought that Gu Yao was asking him, so he explained in a panic: "The child was born with a congenital cleft lip, and because of premature birth, he lost too much amniotic fluid, which caused him to suffer from severe hypoxia during delivery and his breathing was extremely weak. I once explained to your wife that if he could be rescued immediately and transferred to the pediatric department for meticulous care, he would have a chance of survival. However, your wife refused our further treatment..."

"Madam made this decision perhaps because she thought that even if the child survived, his future life would be very...very hard... maybe..." Even Dr. Huang himself did not quite believe what he said.

"The child just has a cleft lip, which is not a particularly serious birth defect. If he can survive, his daily life will not be affected too much. The Gu family is financially strong, and they are able to raise a child even with a disability."

Mrs. Gu must have her reasons and considerations for making such a decision.

After hearing his words, Gu Yao felt as if his soul had been drained out and he became extremely depressed.

"Aren't you doctors whose mission is to save lives? Why did you become the accomplice who took his life when he needed treatment the most?"

Dr. Huang felt very regretful and ashamed.

Although he was a doctor, he was not an infallible saint. In the face of temptation, he was just a mortal after all. He reached into his trouser pocket with his left hand and pulled out a bank card.

Gu Yao looked at the bank card that Dr. Huang took out with a complicated look, his eyes full of grief.

Doctor Huang held the bank card tightly with trembling hands and explained with difficulty: "This...this card was given to me by my wife a few days ago. There is...one million and five hundred thousand in it."

Doctor Huang avoided Gu Yao's gaze and continued to explain stutteringly: "My wife told me that I must come to the hospital to work overtime last night because she was going to give birth. I... I couldn't resist the temptation for a while, so I... just..."

After hearing these words, Gu Yao had a deeper understanding of Su Lanjing's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Su Lanjing's premature birth was clearly caused by an accidental fall on the stairs. However, she gave Dr. Huang a huge sum of 1.5 million in advance and specifically told him that he had to work overtime last night.

What does this represent?

This so-called premature birth may not be an accident, but a carefully designed play by her.

Su Lanjing, you are so cruel...

"Mr. Gu, I've told you everything. I don't want any money. Please be kind and let me go. I swear, I promise, I will never do such a conscienceless thing again in my life."

Dr. Huang has been living in torment recently. When he learned that his child's body had been stolen, the guilt and remorse in his heart almost consumed him.

He felt full of guilt towards the child, but the desire to survive still made him want to live.

Gu Yao took a deep breath, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded away.

The blade in his hand left Dr. Huang's fragile throat, giving Dr. Huang hope of survival in an instant.

Just when Dr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief, Gu Yao stopped the tip of the dagger at his forehead, making Dr. Huang feel the fear of being on the verge of life and death again.

He held the dagger tightly in his right hand, and slid the tip of the knife gently down along Dr. Huang's brow bone like drawing an eyebrow, cutting through the skin from the center of the brow all the way to the wing of the nose, drawing a shocking blood line.

Dr. Huang screamed in pain. He clearly saw the red blood line extending down along his nose bone as the dagger slid.

Retracting the dagger, Gu Yao stared at Doctor Huang with contempt. The doctor was shaking due to the severe pain. He said coldly: "A doctor who tramples on life casually is not worthy of this white coat. I will spare your life today, but you can't survive in the imperial capital, otherwise I will kill you."

Doctor Huang pressed his hand on the wound that was constantly bleeding and responded repeatedly, "Yes, I understand! My whole family will leave the capital today and never come back!"