Love You More Than I Can-Chapter 19 - Killed Her Life

Chapter 19: Killed Her Life

Translator: Mia

Down in the basement, flickering lights blurred the faces stayed inside.

Sheng Youting sat in the chair and leaned against the back lazily with his head tilted. And his legs were rested on the old desk in front of him. Now he was playing the beer zip-top can in his hand casually. ƒ𝘳ee𝔀e𝚋n૦𝐯el.c𝗼𝓂

The voice uttered by him was calm yet a little bit cold, “My wife is unable to be pregnant. About this thing, who is it that permits you to tell it to the Sheng family?”

“Sir Sheng! Please spare me! I beg you! I didn’t say it!” Pressed against the wall by two muscular men, the dean was with a bloody nose and a swollen face and looked extremely bad.

Cracking sounds came, and Sheng Youting was smashing the can in his hands. However, he remained calm and his body still leaned against the back leisurely, “I thought you are a dignified man. I didn’t expect that you should want to talk this thing explicitly. It turns out that you don’t want to be treated nice.”

The dean’s eyes was so swollen that he could barely open his eyes, “Sir Sheng. I really didn’t tell anyone. It must be the second daughter of the Yu family. It was her who wanted me to tell you that her elder sister could not get pregnant in the future. Actually, I didn’t even participate in the surgery. Though it was a surgery about miscarriage, I didn’t know and hadn’t cared about whether she could get pregnant in the future. I was forced to do this for she had threatened me with my faults that shall be kept as secrets!”

It was not until Sheng Youting heard a familiar name before he lifted his head and looked at the dean who was barely standing, “Yu Yi?”

“Yes!” The dean was more than regretted now. If he knew what he was threatened to do would irritate Sheng Youting, he would rather to let his nude pictures seen by everyone. If Sheng Youting insisted, his life was probably going to be doomed, let alone his reputation!

Sheng Youting stood up, drank all the remaining beer in one sip, threw the can to the floor and stepped his feet on it until it was flat, “I planned to get things even later. However, it seems that these people need to be handled as soon as possible!”

Lifting his feet up, Sheng Youting kicked the smashed can to the wall. The sound made thereby scared the dean and made him quiver, “Sir Sheng! It’s none of my business. I’m also a victim! I’m also a victim!”

“What a joke! Isn’t my wife the very person who suffered most?” The words were extremely cold even Sheng Youting smiled. He was now like a beautiful viper, ready to attack.

The dean couldn’t help quivering. He slipped to the ground and kneed on his feet suddenly. He cried and begged. He even used words of respect when he beg the man in front who was twenty years younger than him, “Sir Sheng! I’m sorry for Mrs Sheng! Beg you to forgive me! I have children and parents to feed. Beg you to spare me!”

Sheng Youting went back and forth in the room, depressed and irritated, “It’s said that doctors are with gentle hearts. How could a dean of a hospital neglect his responsibilities and put my wife in such a unfortunate position. You’re not deserved to wear the white coat.” Thinking of this, Sheng Youting’s heart hurt again. He stared at the can far away and talked to himself in a low voice, “When I was in America at that time, I thought about your condition and didn’t care whether you could get pregnant or not. We could try test-tube babies or even adopt one and keep secret from the family. No one would know whether it was your baby. I did have ways to cover the truth...Though I didn’t know my attitude towards you then, I never thought of abandoning you just because you couldn’t get pregnant. After all, you had accompanied me for years...I had responsibilities to take care of you until your old ages. Since it was we two who would stay with each other till our old ages. Kids didn’t matter, for I would eventually die and kids would not go with me.”

Step by step, Sheng Youting walked up the stairs. The basement was full of the echos of the steps and the dean got extremely nervous. He was just about to get a relief seeing Sheng Youting’s steps towards the end of the stairs. However, words of Sheng Youting came lazily, “Since you’re not deserved to be a doctor, leave your hands here. Or else, you would grad your pen and give wrong diagnoses or grab your scalpel and end the lives of patients.”

The dean was supported by the two muscular men and digesting what Sheng Youting meant, “Ah!” His bones was broken along with his sad cry. Then his hand tendons were half disconnected. Though his hands now could still lift things up, he couldn’t hold a scalpel anymore. The dean fell on the ground and twitched, “Ah! Sheng Youting! Are you meant to kill me?”