The Miracle Doctor's Wife is Not a Weak Lady!

Old Jiang pushed the door open and entered. He could not withstand Duan Si’s cries. It was mainly because he did not want Mu Ci to continue being tortured by his mother with words.

“Old Master.” Old Jiang stood respectfully by the door.

“Let them in,” Mu Chen said calmly.

Old Jiang turned around and left.

Duan Si pushed the door open and cried. “Dad, you have to stand up for us why are you here?”

Duan Si was still crying in the first half of her sentence, but she was already scolding Bei Shuo in the second half. She didn’t expect Bei Shuo to be standing in front of Old Master’s bed.

Bei Shuo said calmly, “Hello, Madam. How are you?”

“Hello? You and your husband are so shameless. How can I be good?” Duan Si retorted.

Bei Shuo frowned. She wasn’t good at arguing. Even if she was, she couldn’t argue with Duan Si. No matter what, she was Mu Ci’s mother.

“Cough, cough, cough—” Mu Chen coughed a series of times.

Bei Shuo hurriedly turned around to massage Old Master’s chest.

Duan Si stepped forward and pushed Bei Shuo away. “Get lost!”

Bei Shuo didn’t expect her to make a move. Caught off guard, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Duan Si did not even look at her and asked with concern, “Dad, Dad, where are you feeling unwell?”

Mu Chen looked up at Duan Si and said slowly and solemnly, “I’m not feeling well anywhere. I only have a few days left. Can you stop?”

His tone still carried an authority that ordinary people could not withstand.

Duan Si realized that the Old Master was unhappy, but she had no intention of apologizing to Bei Shuo. She said awkwardly, “Dad, I’m just anxious. You don’t know, but Mu Ci is too much! By the way, Dad, 1 have to congratulate you. Our Song Nan is pregnant. He’s the eldest grandson of our eldest branch! Dad, you have to recover quickly. We have to give Song Nan a status. You can wait to carry your great-grandson.”

Duan Si’s anxious and angry expression changed as she said happily with a look of anticipation.

Mu Chen looked at Duan Si until the joy on her face faded bit by bit. Then, he lowered his eyes and said slowly, “Bei Shuo, get Mu Ci in.”

“Yes, Grandpa,” Bei Shuo replied and went outside to push Mu Ci’s wheelchair.

Luo Bing wanted to go in with him.

Bei Shuo hurriedly said, “Second Senior Brother, wait for us outside. After all, this is a Mu Family matter.”

Luo Bing sneered. “Family matters? I’m your maternal family member. As long as the Mu Family’s matters are related to you, they are related to me!”

Bei Shuo was in a difficult position.

Luo Bing walked in. Old Jiang wanted to stop him, but he retracted his hand and took two steps back.

Luo Bing pushed the door open and walked in front of Mu Ci and Bei Shuo.

“Old Master, I’m sorry. I came uninvited. 1 have no choice. Bei Shuo is my sister. I have to keep an eye on her after marrying into such a troublesome family. If the Mu Family has any plans, I can bring her back immediately. Don’t make it seem like no one wants her.” Luo Bing sat on the sofa.

Duan Si said angrily, “Young Master Shen, what kind of upbringing is this? Our Mu Family is settling our family matters now. Why are you getting involved?”

Luo Bing said calmly, “Madam, are you talking to me about manners? Then I heard that you raised Miss Song Nan single-handedly. She interfered in someone else’s marriage and insisted on being a third party. May I ask what kind of teacher you are?”

“You—” Duan Si’s face alternated between red and white.

Luo Bing snorted.

Bei Shuo pushed Mu Ci in.

Duan Si immediately pointed at Mu Ci. “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t done such a beastly thing, Song Nan wouldn’t have been looked down on. But you don’t want to take responsibility for her now. Aren’t you forcing her to death? Let me tell you, she’s pregnant with your flesh and blood now. Don’t you want to admit it? Be careful of heaven’s punishment!”

Sitting in the wheelchair, Mu Ci looked at his mother expressionlessly and said the curse calmly, “If Song Nan’s child is mine, I’m willing to be struck by lightning and die without a burial place!”

Duan Si was stunned.

“Ask Song Nan if she dares to swear that if she lies, her child will die and she won’t die a good death either.” Mu Ci’s voice was as cold as ice.

“You! How can you curse your child like this?” Duan Si cried out.

“That’s not my child. I’ve never touched her! How many times do you want me to say it?” Mu Ci’s cold gaze met his mother’s. The exhaustion in his heart made him unable to suppress his anger.

Bei Shuo placed her hand on his right shoulder and exerted some strength.

Anger was harmful to Mu Ci’s health..