The ECG monitor suddenly beat twice faster.

Shi Heng's eyes were fixed on the data above, and then fell back to her face.

"Director Li was so frightened that he almost knocked over the teacup. Grandma's dragon-headed cane..." He suddenly choked and lowered his head to bury his face in her palm.

The monitor emits a short beep.

Shi Heng looked up in panic, only to find that her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Even though those guys are unwilling..."

He wet the cotton swab and carefully moistened her lips, and drops of water slid down the corners of her pale lips.

"I eventually joined the Shi Group and became the top executive."

At this moment, the fluctuations on the ECG monitor suddenly intensified.

Shi Heng felt something gently hooking his palm.

Looking down, the hand wearing the wedding ring was slightly curled up.

"Youbao..." Tears burst out without warning and fell on the snow-white sheets.

He lowered his head and kissed her cold fingers tremblingly.

"Ah... Heng..." Gu Youran's weak voice sounded, and a few tears were sliding down her cheeks.

Shi Heng buried his face in the crook of her neck, his laughter mixed with sobs.

"What's the point of a stock hitting the daily limit? I almost lost my priceless treasure."

…

The darkness in front of Gu Youran's eyes cracked again.

This time, she found herself kneeling in a cold and gloomy ancestral hall.

Moonlight leaked through the broken tiles on the roof, illuminating the three copper coins on the altar with a dim glow.

The copper coins were strung together with faded red rope.

The "Spiritual Divination Sutra" next to it was moving without wind, making a "rustling" sound.

“Pah—”

As soon as her fingertips touched the copper coin, the red rope broke.

The copper coin was icy cold to the touch, and the dark red rust spots on it looked like dried blood.

This is clearly an ancient coin obtained from Fu Xinglang, but now it exudes a sinister aura.