Gu Zechuan didn’t answer Xia He. He took her straight to the hospital, to Yang Qinglian’s room. There, Yang Qinglian laid unconscious on the sickbed, her face as white as snow.
"Xia He, you made my little Lian stillborn, and she lost a lot of blood. The hospital has no more reserve for her blood type. Your blood is a match. So whatever blood she lost, you will give her." Throwing this coldly at Xia He, Gu Zechuan turned to look at Yang Qinglian lovingly and caringly.
But Xia He was beyond maddening by Gu Zechuan’s words. "What does her stillborn have anything to do with me? What eyes of yours saw that I did anything to her? When it happened, I was in the study with you!"
At her words, Gu Zechuan only laughed coldly, "The soup in the kitchen. You made it right?"
"Yes." Xia He confirmed. She made it for herself, but for the entire day she hadn’t been able to drink it.
Yang Ruolan said, beside Yang Qinglian, "Your soup is what caused my little Lian’s baby to become stillborn. The doctor said that there is a lot of almonds in that soup. Almonds are poison to pregnant women. Don’t you feel guilty at all about murdering a young life?"