Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting

Chapter 221: Rip Your Mouth Off

His shoulder slammed hard into Yang Meiling’s side.

The force was so great that she staggered a few steps, nearly falling.

Within seconds, the person had already rushed out of the hospital room.

Fei Jin’s first reaction was to stop the poisoning; catching the culprit was secondary.

His eyes immediately scanned the IV bag and the three-way stopcock, checking if the drug had been injected.

Seeing no abnormalities in the tubing, the anxiety in his heart eased slightly.

He shot out a hand and firmly grabbed Yang Meiling, who was right beside him!

With a forceful twist of his wrist, he precisely locked her arm, using his other hand to shove her toward the wall.

Song Chenglu didn’t look back, practically scrambling as she fled to the end of the dim hallway.

Her steps were unsteady, her shoes scraping shrilly against the floor.

She nearly fell several times, only managing to stay upright by bracing herself against the wall.

Only after turning the corner, completely out of sight, did she dare to catch her breath.

"Let me go! What do you think you’re doing!"

Yang Meiling was unable to move, her face deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic.

She struggled with all her might, trying to break free from his grip.

She stomped her heel down hard on Fei Jin’s shoe and tried to drive her knee upward.

The commotion woke Song Qingya, who had been sleeping by the bed.

She was already exhausted from staying up all night to care for the patient, and had dozed off with her head resting on the edge of the bed.

The sudden sounds of arguing and impact jolted her awake.

She shot her head up, all traces of sleepiness vanishing instantly.

Her eyes focused quickly, scanning her surroundings to rapidly assess the situation.

Her heart leaped into her throat in an instant, and every nerve tensed.

The scene before her sent a jolt through her heart.

Fei Jin had a firm grip on Yang Meiling, and scattered on the floor were a paper packet and a pile of white powder.

The pile of powder gleamed strangely under the light, its irregular shape clearly not that of ordinary medicine.

A faint, bitter smell seemed to linger in the air.

Song Qingya immediately stood up, her cold gaze sweeping over the residue before locking onto Yang Meiling’s still-struggling face.

A chill shot up from the bottom of her heart.

She slowly took a step forward. "You... how dare you make a move against Dean Yuan?"

Fei Jin’s eyes were like daggers. His grip tightened, his fingers clamping down on Yang Meiling’s arm.

"I’ll have someone take her away and lock her up immediately."

Hearing this, Yang Meiling’s heart lurched with panic, and her pulse quickened.

She forced herself to remain calm, but in her panic, she still managed to squeeze out a sneer.

The smile was twisted and stiff.

"Heh, what a show of power, Mr. Fei!"

"Afraid I’ll expose the true colors of you two?"

"Song Qingya, don’t think you can rest easy just because you’re the dean now!"

"You know how good Old President Yuan was to you back then? And how did you repay him? The moment he retired, you cast him aside and ignored him. You never visit him on holidays, and you haven’t bothered to check on him once since he got sick."

"You even sent people to watch him, terrified everyone would find out how ungrateful and vicious you are!"

She was doing it on purpose, trying to stir up trouble and push Song Qingya into the eye of the storm.

Song Qingya looked at her, her brow furrowed slightly. ’How absurd and pathetic,’ she thought.

The woman before her had long since lost her mind, abandoning even the most basic sense of decency.

"Yang Meiling, stop trying to play the saint."

Song Qingya said coldly.

"I remember Dean Yuan’s kindness to me. I dare not forget it for a single day or night. I visit him at his home on the first and fifteenth of every month. I brew his medicine with my own hands, and I buy his supplements myself."

"You don’t know any of this because you’ve never cared, never once genuinely thought about anyone but yourself."

She paused, a cold smile touching her lips.

"I don’t need you to pop up and point fingers, and I certainly don’t need you to judge me."

She carefully collected the scattered powder from the floor.

Using a small brush she carried with her, she gently swept it into a small porcelain vial.

"But you, on the other hand, sneaking into a hospital room in the middle of the night, rummaging through the cabinet, tampering with the medicine."

She looked up, staring directly into Yang Meiling’s eyes.

"Tell me, what exactly were you trying to do? Attempt to murder a patient? Or were you trying to frame me?"

Yang Meiling instinctively took half a step back, her heel hitting the corner of a table with a soft thud.

Her expression was terrified, her face instantly paling.

But Fei Jin was gripping her arm tightly, the force so great she couldn’t move at all.

"You... You’re slandering me!"

Her lips trembled and her voice shook, but she still tried to be defiant to the end.

But her eyes had already betrayed her guilty conscience.

"I... I was just passing by. I saw the door wasn’t closed, so I came in to check! How can you frame me out of thin air?"

"Wang Gui, take her away. Lock her in the warehouse."

Fei Jin’s voice was as cold as ice, completely devoid of emotion.

But the chill in his tone seemed to freeze the very air in the room.

The moment he finished speaking, an imposing soldier stepped out from the shadows.

He grabbed Yang Meiling’s wrist in a swift, clean motion.

Yang Meiling shrieked in pain as she was dragged forward, stumbling a few steps.

"Let go! You have no right to arrest me!"

As if he hadn’t heard her, Wang Gui said nothing and didn’t stop walking.

He was powerfully built, his arms strong and sturdy, and he dragged Yang Meiling away with a blank expression.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead, as if he were completely indifferent to the curses and insults behind him.

After a series of twists and turns, they stopped in front of a dilapidated iron door.

This hallway was dark and damp, with large patches of plaster peeling from the walls.

The lightbulb overhead flickered, emitting a faint hum.

The iron door was covered in rust spots, its frame crooked.

The paint on the door had long since peeled away, revealing the dark brown rust underneath.

Wang Gui pulled a string of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door with a jangle.

The sound of metal clanking echoed in the empty corridor.

He skillfully manipulated the lock; his fingers were thick but surprisingly precise.

With a CLICK, the lock sprang open.

As the door opened, a wave of damp, musty smell washed over them.

The odor was a mixture of the sour smell of old, rotting wood and the raw scent of earth.

There was also some kind of indescribable, sinister chill to it.

The air was stagnant and heavy, making one wrinkle their nose upon breathing it in.

Just as Yang Meiling was about to struggle, Wang Gui gave her a hard shove.

She slammed against the wall, sending dust showering down.

Her back hit the brick wall hard, and she let out a muffled groan of pain.

Her shoulder blade struck a protruding brick, a searing pain instantly shooting through it.

Dust rained down from the ceiling above, making her choke and cough several times.

"I’ll remember you! This isn’t over!"

She pushed herself up with difficulty, steadying herself against the wall, her fists clenched.

"Song Qingya! You just wait! I’ll make you regret everything you’ve done today!"

The echo bounced off the walls of the small space, lingering for a long time.

"Damned Song Qingya, you treacherous snake!"

She kicked the door panel, the force so great it made her toes ache, but she didn’t shrink back in the slightest.

"You think you can keep me locked up? In your dreams!"

"Let me out! What right do you have to lock me up!"

Wang Gui frowned and raised his hand, slapping the iron door with a loud SMACK.

The sound of his palm hitting the iron door was loud and sharp.

"Keep howling and I’ll rip your mouth off."

Yang Meiling flinched, instantly falling silent. She could only grit her teeth, her face a mask of indignation.

She subconsciously took half a step back, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest.

The surroundings fell quiet, but she suddenly felt as though there was someone else breathing in the room.