Ah Ying walked outside the clinic and, using the weak signal, dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Qianjue's cold and impatient voice came through: "Hello?"

"Qian...it's me, I'm Shang Wu's assistant, A Ying!" A Ying's voice was choked with sobs and urgency. "Please, save Sister Shang Wu! We're in the rainforest, she was bitten by a poisonous insect, she's been poisoned very badly, and she's dying! She needs a very rare serum, but we can't find it..."

She explained the situation rapidly and incoherently, almost pleading.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Qian Jue's even colder voice, filled with obvious disgust and mockery: "I think you've dialed the wrong number. Whether Miss Shang lives or dies has nothing to do with us. The young master instructed that nothing concerning her should be reported or paid any attention to."

"But...but she'll die! Please..." Ah Ying's tears welled up.

"That's her business." Qianjue's voice was unmoved, instead carrying a hint of ruthlessness. "Please don't call again in the future, or I will take necessary measures."

After saying that, the phone was abruptly hung up, leaving only a cold busy tone.

Holding her phone, Aying stood blankly in the sweltering night of a foreign land, shivering with cold.

The last glimmer of hope was utterly crushed.

Just because of those misunderstandings and grudges, are we just going to stand by and watch someone die?

Ah Ying had no other choice but to squat on the ground and cry helplessly.

On the other end of the phone, Qianjue put down her phone, but her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He turned to look at the man in the office behind him who was reviewing documents.

Lu Rang's face was paler than a few days ago, and there was a hint of weariness between his brows.

He had not fully recovered from the surgery, but his eyes were colder and more stagnant than before, like a pool of dead water.

Qianjue hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to obey the order and did not report the contents of the distress call from the distant rainforest.

He thought to himself that the woman had completely broken ties with Lu Rang, and whatever fate befell her was entirely her own fault.

Lu Rang had finally managed to stop mentioning Shang Wu; he couldn't let her cause any more trouble.

...

Inside the clinic, Shang Wu's breathing grew weaker and weaker, her high fever eroding her willpower.

His vital signs are gradually declining.

The local doctors shook their heads, indicating that they could do nothing more.

Ah Ying stayed by her bedside, holding her hand, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't think of any other way.

Utter despair mixed with a high fever caused Shang Wu to fall into a coma.

"President Shang!!" Ah Ying's cries became distant and indistinct.

What followed was a blur of memories.

Shang Wu only vaguely felt herself being hastily transferred, the bumpy road, the noisy voices, the cold touch of machinery...

Then came a long, boundless darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the familiar white ceiling of a hospital in China, and her nasal cavity was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

She weakly turned her head and found herself lying in the intensive care unit, with various monitoring instruments attached to her body.

"She's awake! Doctor! She's awake!" Aying exclaimed in surprise.

A doctor came in quickly to examine the patient, his tone tinged with relief.

"Miss Shang, you're finally awake. It's a great relief that the toxins were cleared in time; any later and the consequences would have been unimaginable. Your vital signs are now stable, but you'll need to be observed for a while longer."

timely?

Shang Wu looked at the doctor blankly.

Her memory was still stuck on that desperate rainforest night, and Ah Ying's cries.

And the doctor told her that this venomous insect has only a one in a thousand chance of biting a person each year, and it just so happened that it bit her.

How did she end up here? Who saved her?

She managed to utter, "Who... brought me here?"

Aying quickly came closer, both frightened and confused: "It was the local agency that coordinated the transfer back to another hospital. But...but..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "When you were unconscious, your condition was extremely dangerous. The doctors here also said that it's very difficult to get that kind of serum. I really had no other choice but to use your phone to call your brother."

Shang Yun Shen?

Yes, he knows many friends in the medical field.

Shang Wu felt a little more at ease.

She gave Aying a reassuring smile and expressed her gratitude with her eyes.

"I'm fine now, don't cry. It's all thanks to you for staying by my side."

Aying continued wiping away tears, holding her hand: "I called your brother, and he sent an expert over, but for some reason, he didn't come to see you."

Shang Wu didn't care this time. Everyone had their own things to do, and it was already very kind of them to send an expert to help him.

She comforted Aying, telling her not to be dissatisfied with Shang Yunshen because of this.

The two chatted casually.

A few hours later, Shang Yunshen, having received the news, rushed to the hospital, his face filled with worry and exhaustion.

He breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that Shang Wu was out of danger.

"Awu, you scared your brother to death!" Shang Yun Shen held her hand, still shaken.

"Thank you," Shang Wu said, still very weak. "Thank you for finding a way to bring in experts and for using such expensive serum."

The brother and sister are now much more polite when they speak to each other.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yun Shen paused for a moment, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Expert? I was abroad discussing a project when I received Aying's call. I immediately rushed back and kept contacting my friends in China, but they all said that that kind of serum was extremely scarce and could not be obtained in a short time. So I just found the serum and brought it to the hospital."

Shang Wu was taken aback, her pupils dilating slightly: "...Not you?"

“It wasn’t me.” Shang Yunshen shook his head firmly, his brows furrowing. “I was wondering why I heard as soon as I arrived that you had already taken the medication and your condition was stable. I thought the hospital had found the resources themselves.”

The atmosphere in the ward instantly became somewhat eerie.

If it's not my brother? Then who could it be?

Who had the ability to transfer her from the distant rainforest back to China in such a short time and mobilize scarce medical resources that even her brother had difficulty obtaining to save her?

Shang Wu didn't think much of it.

No one, not even Lu Rang, would be on his side.

Not to mention that they have already broken up and fallen out, when Aying called Qianjue last time, Qianjue probably didn't even report the matter to Lu Rang.

This man's personality has always been like this; she knows him all too well.