Sheng Hanyu did not utter a word in his defense; suddenly, he leaned back stiffly and collapsed.
...
When he came to, he found himself lying in bed, surrounded by nothing but stark whiteness!
Had it not been for the entirely unfamiliar environment and the IV drip in the back of his hand, he would have doubted the reality of what had just happened, suspecting it was all a bad dream.
He was alone in the hospital room.
But voices came from the doorway, Sheng Zerong sounding sorrowful yet angry, "Great-aunt, I usually refrain from criticizing your confusion, but now, when my eldest brother needs care the most, how can you speak like this?"
Wang Yingzhi murmured incessantly, "What did I say? Did I say anything wrong? It's not just me speaking this way; it's not my idea alone. Everyone says the same, and even the newspapers say it…"