"I failed as a father. The downfall of the Sung family—much of it is my responsibility."
After hearing his words, Lauren Shaw couldn't help but sigh.
She changed the topic, asking, "What are your plans now?"
Su De'an let out a long sigh. He had just come out of Yvonne Sung's room—Yvonne Sung wouldn't listen to him at all anymore, and frankly, Su De'an didn't want to get involved in these messy affairs any longer.
"I'm planning to go back home. I came here today just to see Yuche. Whatever happens with young people, I can’t control it any more. After struggling for so many years in Ancheng, all I want now is to go back to my hometown and get some real rest."
His tone was full of weariness, no doubt because Yvonne Sung had left him thoroughly disheartened.
Lauren Shaw saw Yancy Shaw not far off, talking with a patient. She waved and called out, "Yancheng!"
Hearing her voice, Yancy Shaw turned and saw her, his expression radiating gentle warmth—it was like a breath of spring.
It was Su De'an’s first time meeting Yancy Shaw, though he’d heard of him before: Young Master Shen, the third son of the Shen family. His bearing and stature carried a natural air of authority.
In a blink, Yancy Shaw was at Lauren Shaw’s side, resting his hand naturally on her waist, his eyes soft. "How come you had time to come by today?"
"I came to help arrange for Grandma’s discharge. She doesn’t want to stay in the hospital—Mom found her a family doctor."
When she turned back, Su De'an had already slipped away without her noticing.
Yancy Shaw still had patients waiting to be seen. "Shengsheng, wait for me a bit. I’ll be finished soon and come find you."
"You go ahead. I need to take Grandma home—the driver should be here any minute."
"Alright, just text me when you get home."
Yancy Shaw had barely returned to his office when a nurse rushed in, her expression urgent.
"Something’s wrong! Someone’s attacking people with a knife in the inpatient ward—the security guards have already been injured!"
As soon as he heard, Yancy Shaw strode out immediately. "What did you say?"
The nurse hurriedly repeated herself, but Yancy Shaw didn’t hesitate—he turned and dashed toward the inpatient wing.
Nurse Xiao Liu tried to stop him. "Dr. Shen, it’s dangerous! The police have already been called; they’ll be here soon!"
It was as if Yancy Shaw hadn’t heard—he ran determinedly toward the danger.
Lauren Shaw, who was just about to help Grandma outside, heard the chaos from the corridor. She shot a look at her mother. "Mom, you hold on to Grandma, I’ll go see what’s happening."
Out in the corridor, chaos reigned. Everyone looked terrified, as if they'd just witnessed something horrifying.
Then, further down, she spotted a man wielding a knife, hacking wildly at anyone he saw, not caring who they were.
This was a typical case of someone taking revenge on society—lashing out after a personal grievance.
Lauren Shaw immediately shut the door to the patient room. Her mother asked, "What’s going on out there?"
"Someone’s attacking people with a knife. We’d better stay inside for now."
The corridor had already been largely cleared. Several security guards were struggling to stop the man, but he was quick, and they couldn’t even get close, let alone subdue him.
The sounds of fighting drew nearer, right to their door. The attacker, enraged, glanced at the nearby room and, through the small glass window, spotted Lauren Shaw standing inside.
She saw him approach, her heart pounding. "Mom, hurry, take Grandma into the bathroom and hide!"
Thud! Thud! The man was kicking at the door.
Lauren Shaw’s mother supported Grandma into the bathroom. Neither had ever faced something like this before, and both were understandably frightened.
Then, just as the door was about to give way, the noise outside abruptly stopped.
A muffled 'thud' sounded, and the man fell to the ground—kicked down.
Through the glass pane, Lauren Shaw saw Yancy Shaw’s figure.
"Everyone, back up," he told the security guards behind him.
After all, security guards are just earning a meager salary—who would really risk their life against an armed assailant?
Hearing Yancy Shaw’s command, a few guards hesitated, worried he couldn’t handle it alone.
"Dr. Shen, that guy is dangerous—we’re afraid..."
But before he could finish, Yancy Shaw was already walking toward the attacker.
The man scrambled back to his feet, snatched up the knife, and sneered at Yancy Shaw. "Another one looking to die!"
Through the glass, Yancy Shaw locked eyes with Lauren Shaw’s worried gaze and mouthed, "Don’t come out."
Lauren Shaw knew he was skilled, but she still couldn’t help being anxious for him.
The assailant slashed at him with the knife, but Yancy Shaw dodged nimbly.
"Not bad—quick on your feet. Let’s see if you’re faster than my knife!"
He lunged again. The security guards watched with bated breath as Yancy Shaw sidestepped the attack, then caught the man’s wrist and chopped down hard. The attacker howled and swung his left fist, but Yancy Shaw dodged that, delivering a sharp elbow to the man’s face and a punch to his arm.
With a loud clatter, the knife fell to the floor. The man’s right arm had gone completely numb.
Gritting his teeth, he swung at Yancy Shaw with his left, but Yancy Shaw caught it, yanked his arm backwards, and there was the unmistakable sound of a dislocated joint.
"Argh!" The attacker shrieked. The guards immediately swarmed over and pinned him down.
"Dr. Shen, are you hurt?"
The security guards looked at him with newfound respect—they hadn’t expected Yancy Shaw to be so capable.
Lauren Shaw, seeing things had finally calmed down, opened the door and rushed to his side, looking him over anxiously. "Are you alright? Were you hurt?"
"Do you really think your husband can get hurt so easily?" He took her hand, feeling the cold sweat on her palm—it was clear she’d been scared half to death.
By then, the police had arrived, handcuffing the prone assailant.
A security guard walked over. "Thank God you were here today, Dr. Shen. Otherwise, who knows how many more would have gotten hurt."
Several guards had already been wounded—the one speaking had blood dripping down his arm.
Yancy Shaw eyed the blood soaking his sleeve. "Go get that bandaged first."
The hospital director hurried over as well; during the chaos, no one could be found, but now everyone was showing up.
Dr. Luo Man from OB/GYN explained the situation.
"The attacker’s name is Shi Baoquan. A few days ago, his wife died from an amniotic fluid embolism on the way to the hospital. He blamed the hospital—said if the ambulance had arrived sooner, she wouldn’t have died."
It was a truly tragic event, but the man’s response had grown dangerously extreme.
"Last week, I advised his wife to be admitted to the hospital, but they refused. I never expected this would happen later. He actually came today looking for me, but I was in surgery at the time, so he couldn’t find me and caused trouble here instead."
He’d hidden the knife in his clothing—that only turned up later when they checked the security cameras.
"A doctor’s job is to do our best," another physician comforted her. "You already warned them to admit her. If only they'd listened, maybe things would’ve turned out differently—but it wasn't your fault."