120: Chapter 221 Private Hospital Scandal and Young Master Yang's Move

The back door of the Central Hospital connected to a relatively quiet small street, usually used for transporting medical supplies and internal vehicle traffic. At ten in the morning, the sun was shining bright, but it could not dispel the scent of disinfectant and the cold, secretive atmosphere unique to illicit transactions that permeated the street.

An inconspicuous black business van slid silently to the agreed-upon plane tree like a ghost. The car windows were tinted dark, making it impossible to see inside. The car door opened silently, leaving a crack.

Tang Guo was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in a loose hoodie and jeans, wrapping herself up tightly like a minor celebrity afraid of being recognized, or perhaps a fugitive who had committed a misdeed. She looked around nervously, and after confirming no one was paying attention, she quickly slipped into the car like a frightened rabbit.

The car door closed, sealing off the light and noise of the outside world. The light inside was dim, filled with the smell of leather and air freshener. On the driver's seat was an expressionless stranger in a dark jacket, staring straight ahead. She was the only one in the back seat.

"Miss Tang, fasten your seatbelt. Mr. Yu has made all the arrangements." The driver's voice was flat and emotionless, without any superfluous words.

Tang Guo silently fastened her seatbelt, her hands gripping her backpack straps tightly, her nails digging into her palms. The car started smoothly and merged into the traffic. Watching the street scene flying backward outside the window, her heart felt ice-cold. This was Mr. Yu's "arrangement"—efficient, secretive, unchallengeable, and… devoid of a shred of warmth.

The car did not head toward any well-known public or private hospital, but instead turned into a members-only private medical center near a high-end villa district on the edge of the city. The environment here was quiet, with strict security, specifically providing the most private medical services for the wealthy and famous.

The driver parked the car at the entrance of a dedicated elevator in the underground garage and handed her a magnetic card and a small piece of paper with a room number printed on it. "Go directly to the third floor, turn right out of the elevator, Room 306. Dr. Wang is waiting for you inside. After the examination, I will wait for you here."

Tang Guo took the card and the note, her fingertips icy. She pushed open the car door, took a deep breath of the air that carried the unique chill of the underground garage, and walked toward the polished, dedicated elevator. The elevator door closed slowly, the mirror-like walls reflecting her pale, panicked figure, which looked even more fragile wrapped in the oversized clothing. She did not dare look at herself in the mirror, lowering her head to stare at the red numbers jumping upward.

With a "ding," the third floor arrived.

The corridor was covered with thick carpet, absorbing all footsteps, quiet enough to be heart-stopping. The air was filled with the faint scent of high-end disinfectant and a sense of cleanliness built by money, isolated from the world. Tang Guo found Room 306 and swiped the card to enter.

The room did not look like a consultation room, but more like the living room of a high-end hotel suite, decorated simply and comfortably, with soft lighting. A female doctor in a white coat, about forty years old with a gentle face, was already waiting there, with a young girl in a nurse's uniform standing next to her.

"You must be Miss Tang, right? Please sit, don't be nervous." Dr. Wang's voice was gentle as she pointed to a comfortable sofa. "Mr. Yu has already explained everything. We are absolutely confidential here, so please rest assured. Let's briefly understand the situation first, and then do some basic checks to confirm, okay?"

Tang Guo nodded mechanically, sat on the sofa, and took off her hat and mask. Dr. Wang asked about the date of her last menstrual period and physical reactions as a matter of routine, and Tang Guo answered each one in a low voice, her voice dry. The nurse recorded on the side.

"Preliminary judgment is that the pregnancy is likely around 6-7 weeks. Let's do an ultrasound to confirm the embryo condition and implantation position, and then draw blood to test HCG and progesterone. That is the most accurate way." Dr. Wang's tone was professional and calm, as if discussing today's weather.

Tang Guo was taken by the nurse to a more private examination room inside. Cold coupling gel was applied to her lower abdomen, and she could not help but flinch. The pressure of the ultrasound probe, the blurry black-and-white images on the instrument screen, the doctor's calm explanation ("Gestational sac is clear, yolk sac is visible, preliminary judgment is early intrauterine pregnancy, size matches gestational age…"), all of this felt like an absurd dream. The tiny, unformed life on the screen was real, the most profound and dangerous link between her and Mr. Yu.

After the examination was done, blood was drawn. The nurse asked her to wait in the outer living room, and the results would come out quickly.

During the wait, Tang Guo was on pins and needles. She picked up her phone, wanting to send a message to Mr. Yu, but did not dare. He told her to "wait for arrangements," so she could only wait.

About half an hour later, Dr. Wang walked in with a few reports, still wearing a professional, gentle smile: "Miss Tang, the results are out. Confirmed early intrauterine pregnancy. According to the ultrasound and blood values, the gestational age is about 6 weeks + 2 days. Currently, the embryo development is good. Here is the report, please keep it."

Tang Guo took the light pieces of paper, but felt them to be thousands of pounds heavy. She stared at the medical terms and black-and-white images on them, her throat tightening. "Doctor… I…"

"Your physical condition is currently stable, but emotional fluctuations and stress are unfavorable for early pregnancy." Dr. Wang looked at her pale face and reminded her tactfully, "Mr. Yu has instructed that he will communicate with you personally regarding all follow-up arrangements. During this time, pay attention to rest, supplement folic acid, and avoid strenuous exercise and major emotional ups and downs. If you have any discomfort, contact us at any time."

"I understand, thank you, Doctor." Tang Guo stuffed the report into the innermost layer of her backpack, put her hat and mask back on, and fled the place that suffocated her.

Back in the car, the driver remained silent and sent her back to a street corner near the back door of the Central Hospital where she had boarded in the morning. "Mr. Yu will contact you later." After the driver finished speaking, the business van drove away silently, disappearing into the traffic.

Tang Guo stood on the bustling street, the sun was blinding, the crowd noisy, but she felt like a lonely ghost with nowhere to belong. The light ultrasound report in her bag was like a red-hot branding iron, burning her heart. She did not know how Mr. Yu would "arrange" her and this child.

At this moment, Mr. Yu was sitting in the president's office on the top floor of the Tianyu Group, discussing the next financing plan for the "Yin Angel" hospital project with Yin Tianxue's father and several senior group executives. He looked focused, wise, and calm, a trustworthy partner and future son-in-law in everyone's eyes.

His private phone vibrated in his suit's inner pocket. He took it out calmly and glanced at it. It was an encrypted message from Dr. Wang: "Miss Tang's examination is complete, confirmed early intrauterine pregnancy, about 6 weeks + 2 days, currently in stable condition. The report has been encrypted and archived. As per your instructions, I have told her to wait for arrangements."

Mr. Yu's eyes sank almost imperceptibly, his fingers tapping quickly on the screen: "Understood. Seal all records. Without my permission, no one is allowed to access them. Wait for my notification for follow-up."

After replying, he set his phone to silent, put it back in his pocket, and continued the previous topic without any abnormality on his face: "Regarding the payment schedule for the second phase of land payments, I think we can communicate with the bank again to strive for more flexible…"

He had to deal with this accident immediately. Tang Guo's pregnancy exceeded his plan and brought huge risks and variables. The child could not be kept, at least not now. But how to make Tang Guo accept it, and how to operate it cleanly without leaving future trouble, required careful consideration. He needed to consider Tang Guo's emotions and possible reactions, needed to choose an absolutely safe and secretive place, needed to handle everything… This was more mentally exhausting than any commercial merger case he had handled, and the fault tolerance rate was extremely low.

However, what Mr. Yu did not know was that the moment Tang Guo stepped into that private medical center, behind a window of an ordinary residential building across the street, a telephoto lens was already silently aimed there.

Behind the lens was the man in the baseball cap. He had been following Mr. Yu for many days and had long since figured out Mr. Yu's behavioral patterns and several frequently visited locations. Today, Mr. Yu did not appear in person, but this young woman, whose whereabouts were secretive and who was wrapped up tightly, got off Mr. Yu's commonly used business van and entered this private medical institution known for "confidentiality," which in itself had great news value. He waited patiently, capturing Tang Guo's silhouette and slightly panicked pace as she entered and exited.

A few hours later, when Tang Guo left with an inconspicuous file bag (actually the backpack containing the ultrasound report) and got back into the business van, the man in the baseball cap quickly pressed the shutter, recording the license plate number and the woman's slightly fragile profile, who seemed to be in a daze while leaning against the car window. Although the full face could not be seen, the body silhouette and that special temperament highly matched the woman (Tang Guo) he had photographed before, hugging Mr. Yu at the villa entrance.

"Young Master Yang, I've got big news." The man in the baseball cap dialed the phone, his voice filled with suppressed excitement, "Mr. Yu didn't show up, but his commonly used car picked up a woman and took her to the 'Anhe' private medical center, where she stayed for more than two hours. The woman's state was not right when she came out, and she was holding something. I suspect… it's a pregnancy check."

On the other end of the phone, the man called "Young Master Yang" let out a cold, sinister laugh: "Pregnancy check? Heh… Mr. Yu, oh Mr. Yu, you are really becoming more and more capable. Philanthropist, affectionate boyfriend, invisible dad? Are the photos clear? Can you recognize the woman?"

"The side profile and body shape are very similar to that Tang Guo from before, but she was wrapped up tightly, so I dare not be 100% sure. However, that 'Anhe' place is either for prenatal check-ups or for handling 'trouble.' Combining the timing, just finished the celebration banquet, and then secretly going to such a place…" the man in the baseball cap analyzed.

"Enough. Pack all these photos, along with all the previous stock—Mr. Yu and that Shen Nian going in and out of the apartment, leaving the celebration venue alone late at night, and this suspected pregnancy check—all together. Find a few reliable marketing accounts and gossip magazines and send them anonymously. Make the headline as sensational as possible, 'Deep Dive into "Philanthropy Prince" Mr. Yu: Chaotic Personal Life, Suspected of Taking Lover for Pregnancy Check and Abortion?' 'Perfect Boyfriend Persona Collapsed? Is Philanthropy Behind Promiscuity and Hypocrisy?'… Remember, don't release it all at once. Release some blurry ones first to whet their appetite. When the heat rises, throw out the 'solid hammer'." Young Master Yang's voice carried cruel glee, "I want him to taste what it feels like to fall from the clouds into the mud. 'Yin Angel'? I think 'Devil's Wings' is more like it!"

"Yes, Young Master Yang! I'll do it right away!" The man in the baseball cap responded excitedly.

A few hours later, when Mr. Yu was still agonizing over the hospital project and Tang Guo's pregnancy in the office, when Yin Tianxue was busy with the screening list for the next batch of sick children at the Foundation, when Tang Guo was hiding in her room, crying silently at the ultrasound report, waiting for Mr. Yu's "arrangements"…

In some dark corners of the Internet, the first batch of "exposés" with blurry photos and shocking headlines, like stones thrown into a calm lake, quietly rippled the first circle of waves. Although it had not yet stirred up giant waves, the poison had already been injected, just waiting for time to ferment, and it would devour everything with the potential to start a prairie fire.