"Don't move, killing at the drop of a hat, are you still a doctor?"
Turning her head to look out the window, Gu Qingya's eyes filled with sadness. She preferred the life-saving Yang Yi, not the Young Master Yang who just now called for someone's life with a single sentence.
Yang Yi pursed his lips and said, "Qing Ya, my parents both died at the Yang family's hands. Do you still remember when I was in a sorry state, my hands crippled?"
Recalling that moment, Gu Qingya also felt a pang of pain. Her eyes flickered, and after a long time, she finally said, "You, I know, you were lying at the hospital entrance covered in blood. It was me who saved you."
Hearing this, Yang Yi felt a wave of relief and said, "Right, you saved me. Once I was indeed Young Master Yang, though born out of wedlock. My parents died due to family strife, so I've long been sick of that kind of life."