Volume One, Chapter Six: Aunt Minshu Is Ten Thousand Times Better Than You

Children always take after their parents.

The way Huo Cong spoke to her used to resemble his grandmother; now it was like Huo Mingting.

Ye Sheng had reflected endlessly, wondering if she had failed to raise her son properly, if she should have resolutely kept him by her side and shielded him from the Huo family’s influence.

But after dying once, she finally saw things differently.

Nurture plays its part, but so does nature. After all, her son bore the Huo surname, and half his blood was Huo. Even between mother and child, fate determines the closeness of their bond.

She was born with a faint tie to kinship, and simply lacked the good fortune.

“Cong’er,” Huo Mingting’s voice was low, “You shouldn’t speak to your mother like that.”

Huo Cong pouted. “Did I say anything wrong? Aunt Minshu is a thousand times, ten thousand times better than her! She’s so much stronger than her!”

Ye Sheng gazed quietly at her son, who so openly scorned her.

She longed to tell him: If she hadn’t chosen to have a child back then, she would have earned her doctorate three years ago. At the time, she alone among all the medical students in the capital had been granted the exchange opportunity at the Einstein Medical Academy.

But her own son had taught her a cruel lesson:

A woman without a career, without status, without value—even her own child will look down on her.

All the sacrifices for family go unappreciated; only she herself is moved by them.

Those moments of self-doubt and collapse, no one cares. She must digest them alone.

“How can you talk like that?” The assistant couldn’t bear it any longer and scolded Huo Cong. “It was Director Ye who treated your illness just now. Do you know what she’s called among Chinese communities abroad? The Immortal Ye! She’s saved countless leukemia patients, children like you, from research to clinic. Who can match even half her achievements? Yet in your eyes, it means nothing.”

She snorted coldly, “If she hadn’t paused her studies for three years because of marriage, she’d already be a leader in medicine. Looking at it now, it really wasn’t worth it.”

The medical staff, having listened for a while, understood the relationship between this man, the child, and Director Ye.

They all respected Ye Sheng deeply, naturally showing no warmth to those who bullied her.

Huo Mingting and Huo Cong were stunned.

Was this “Immortal Ye” spoken of, truly the same Ye Sheng they knew?

“I’ve brought the medicine,” Ye Sheng said, appearing calm and even cold amid the others’ indignation. She handed the drugs to the nurse. “Send these to the lab for inspection before storing them, and follow the proper procedure to dispense them.”

Huo Mingting called out from behind, “No need for all that trouble. Didn’t you borrow the medicine? I’ll transfer you the money.”

“This is a free clinic. All medical costs are covered by the hospital and investors,” Ye Sheng explained coolly. “I did borrow the medicine, so I must be extra careful. If anything goes wrong, I’m responsible. Your Huo family isn’t easily crossed.”

Huo Mingting’s expression changed. This woman’s talent for sarcasm was growing by the day.

Just as Ye Sheng stepped into the consulting room, Huo Cong muttered behind her, “So what if she’s impressive? Aunt Minshu is still more amazing.”

Yes, your Aunt Minshu is the most amazing.

Ye Sheng almost wanted to say it aloud. After several days of nonstop work and another restless night, she was exhausted and sleepy, so tired even the sting of sorrow had faded.

She ate a little, then dozed off for a while on the makeshift bed in the consulting room.

Few patients came at night, but those who did were urgent cases, draining both mind and spirit.

Over the years, Ye Sheng had mastered the “ironman’s little sleep” habit, three or four hours a day was routine. She was a light sleeper; any sound could wake her.

Feeling someone adjusting her blanket, Ye Sheng suddenly opened her eyes, deep creases in her lids, and met Huo Mingting’s gaze.

She frowned, wanting to ask why he hadn’t left, but was too weary to speak.

“Don’t take a child’s words to heart,” Huo Mingting seemed to have stayed purposely to comfort her, gently covering her with the blanket.

But his tone abruptly shifted, “It’s no wonder Cong’er resents you. You truly are a neglectful mother.”

He looked at Ye Sheng, brows tightly drawn. “Three years ago you insisted on divorce, left the child with me and disappeared. I wanted to talk it through, but you handled everything through lawyers—no child, no money, leaving so decisively. At first my mother and Shuting said you must have someone else outside, I didn’t believe them. Yet today, you’ve taught me a lesson, made me feel like a complete fool.”

Ye Sheng didn’t wish to say anything more to him and rose to leave.

Huo Mingting grabbed her arm, pressing her against the wall, veins bulging on the back of his hand. “Ye Sheng, who did you leave me for? Who did you fall for?”