Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 22

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on Jiang Ning.

Everyone was waiting for her answer.

Their eyes were filled with hope and anticipation.

Everyone—except for Xu Zhiming.

Because in Xu Zhiming’s mind, he already knew the answer.

Shen Jingnian’s condition was already that severe. Unless a literal deity descended from the heavens, no one could possibly bring him back from the brink.

So…

There was only one outcome waiting for Shen Jingnian.

Death.

Poor Old Madam Shen was about to experience the pain of sending her own child to the grave.

But right then, Jiang Ning softly opened her mouth and said—

“Mr. Shen is fine now.”

…

He’s fine?

Shen Jingnian is fine??

He’s actually, okay?!

Shen Jingshu froze for a second, completely stunned.

Then she spun around and grabbed her husband’s arm, her eyes welling with tears of joy.

“Zhengyi! Did you hear that?! Miss Jiang said Jingnian is fine now!”

Yun Zhengyi clenched her hand tightly. He couldn’t react either, still struggling to believe that his brother-in-law had made it.

As the good news sank in, Yun Haotian jumped straight into the air on the spot.

“AAAAHH!!! LONG LIVE MISS JIANG!! MISS JIANG, YOU’RE MY GODDESS!!!”

Xu Zhiming’s face twisted with a deep frown.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

He was Shen Jingnian’s attending physician. He knew full well how severe the man’s internal injuries were.

Even if Hua Tuo himself came back to life, it wouldn’t be enough to wake him up so quickly!

So, this had to be a lie.

Jiang Ning was bluffing!

With that thought, Xu Zhiming narrowed his eyes and forced a smile.

“Congratulations, Miss Jiang. Truly, a divine doctor reincarnated. But since Mr. Shen is fine now… may we go in and see him with our own eyes?”

He was going to expose her—rip off her mask right in front of everyone!

Shen Jingshu also came back to her senses and looked at Jiang Ning.

“Yes, Miss Jiang. Can I go in and see my brother now?”

Xu Zhiming smirked.

He wanted to see what excuse Jiang Ning would come up with next to keep them from entering.

But in the next second—

Jiang Ning replied calmly, without a trace of panic:

“Of course. Let’s go in.”

…??

Xu Zhiming froze. For a moment, genuine shock flashed across his face.

That answer had completely thrown him off.

Shouldn’t she be trying to stall? To stop them from going in?

But Jiang Ning stood there—calm, poised, composed—not even the slightest bit flustered.

Could it be…

A bad feeling crept into Xu Zhiming’s heart.

Could it be that she really saved Shen Jingnian?!

No—no way.

He immediately shook the thought off.

Jiang Ning couldn’t possibly be that capable!

He needed to unmask her—before she fooled everyone further.

…

The group entered the sterile room.

Shen Jingnian still lay on the bed.

Eyes closed.

He looked just as motionless as before.

Seeing his current state, Xu Zhiming let out a breath of relief, then turned toward Jiang Ning with a sharp tone:

“Miss Jiang, didn’t you just say Mr. Shen had regained consciousness?”

Yun Zhengyi also looked confused.

“That’s right, Miss Jiang. You said my brother-in-law was okay—but why hasn’t he woken up yet?”

Jiang Ning remained composed.

“Mr. Yun, please don’t worry.”

Without haste, she reached into her medical kit and pulled out a small porcelain vial.

Uncorking the stopper, she gently held it under Shen Jingnian’s nose.

Xu Zhiming let out a cold snort.

“More tricks. What’s that supposed to be? Some miracle pill? You think just sniffing it will wake someone up?”

But just then—

Shen Jingnian’s eyes… opened.

“Jingnian!” Shen Jingshu cried out, her voice trembling with joy. “You’re awake!”

Beside her, Yun Zhengyi and Yun Haotian’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Jingnian!”
“Uncle Shen!!”

Shen Jingnian looked around slowly, his voice a bit weak but still firm and commanding:

“Sister. Brother-in-law.”

Shen Jingshu burst into tears, overwhelmed with relief.

“Jingnian, how are you feeling now? Are you still in pain?”

Shen Jingnian shook his head lightly.

“Much better. No need to worry.”

He wasn’t just saying that to comfort her. At this moment, he truly felt as if the crushing weight on his chest had suddenly lifted as though a boulder had been removed from his heart.

Shen Jingshu wiped her tears and turned to Jiang Ning.

“It’s all thanks to you, Miss Jiang. If not for you, Jingnian would’ve…”

Shen Jingnian turned his gaze to the side—

And saw a slender figure standing quietly by the door.

The girl just stood there, expression calm, her features clear and elegant, without a trace of emotion on her face.

So…

It wasn’t a dream just now.

It really happened.

Shen Jingnian parted his thin lips slightly.

“Miss Jiang, I owe you, my life. I’ll never forget this debt.”

Anyone else hearing those words from Shen Jingnian, the ninth master of the Shen family, would’ve been utterly stunned.

After all, who in this world could earn a favor from Shen Ninth Master?

But Jiang Ning remained completely unphased.

It was as if the man in front of her wasn’t some legendary figure shaking the whole nation, but just some stranger off the street. Even her voice was calm and detached:

“A favor isn’t necessary, Mr. Shen. I don’t work for free.”

The life she saved in the elevator. That debt had already been cleared.

Shen Jingnian failed to seize his chance back then.

So tonight, Jiang Ning had come to the hospital in the middle of the night—not out of kindness, not out of affection—

But for money.

And she really needed it right now.

A favor isn’t necessary…?

Others would do anything to tie themselves to Shen Jingnian.

Only she—time and again—tried to draw the line, even trying to use money to sever the tie.

She was nothing like any woman Shen Jingnian had ever met.

Jiang Ning handed a prescription slip to Yun Haotian.

“Although Mr. Shen is conscious now, he’ll still need two weeks of traditional medicine to stabilize his condition. If you ignore medical advice again this time, then not even the gods will be able to save him.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Shen Jingnian’s condition, while improved, was still precarious. Any discontinuation or deviation from treatment could result in relapse—possibly fatal.

Yun Haotian immediately nodded like a pecking bird.

“Understood, Miss Jiang! This time, we’ll follow every instruction to the letter!”

Jiang Ning added coolly, “It’s late. I’ll be heading back now.”

Shen Jingshu quickly stuffed a card into Yun Haotian’s hand.

“Haotian, take Miss Jiang home.”

“Yes, Mom!”

Jiang Ning didn’t refuse.

It was 3 a.m.

Not exactly a good time to hail a cab.

At the entrance, Xu Zhiming stood frozen like a statue, staring at Jiang Ning with an expression of total defeat.

He still couldn’t believe it.

She really did it.

Someone he, the seasoned medical professor and expert, had been unable to save—was saved by this young girl.

What was Jiang Ning, really?

Just a little greenhorn with no reputation!

And yet, he, with all his skill and credentials, had lost to her.

Xu Zhiming couldn’t accept this kind of humiliation.

Yun Haotian glanced at him and snorted coldly.

“What are you waiting for, Jiang Zhiming? Get out of the way for your Daddy Jiang.”

He put extra emphasis on the “Jiang.”

Then turned to Jiang Ning with a bright grin:

“Congrats, Daddy Jiang. You’re young and already have a grown son.”

That Daddy Jiang—Yun Haotian said it from the bottom of his heart.

From this moment on, in his eyes, Jiang Ning was just as amazing as his uncle.

Jiang Ning gave a faint, amused smile.

“Pleasure’s mine.”

Xu Zhiming lowered his head, his face burning with shame.

He wished he could find a hole and crawl into it.

This humiliation… was worse than death.

…

Inside the hospital room.

Shen Jingnian’s gaze lingered on the direction Jiang Ning had gone, his deep eyes unreadable.

Seeing her brother like this, Shen Jingshu couldn’t help teasing.

“You know, the ancients used to say that the one who saves your life deserves your lifelong devotion. Since Miss Jiang saved you, shouldn’t you repay her… with your heart?”

Shen Jingnian looked away and calmly said,

“Sis, I’ve told you—I don’t believe in marriage.”

Shen Jingshu raised a brow.

“Oh come on. Miss Jiang is young, beautiful, and ridiculously skilled in medicine. You’re telling me you’re not even a little tempted? You don’t want to make her your wife?”

Shen Jingnian’s tone was calm as still water.

“There’s more to this world than romance. Not every debt has to be repaid with marriage.”

He gave her a look.

“Don’t be so basic, sis.”