He Mingxiao ended the meeting, closed the page, closed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples.

As night fell, he felt extremely tired, and his thoughts were slower and more sluggish than ever before, as if someone had placed a signal jammer in his brain.

I glanced at the time; it was exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

There's another remote meeting to go on later.

Assistant Jiang knocked on the door and came in, placing the coffee on the table in front of He Mingxiao.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at He Mingxiao's face and stopped in his tracks.

"Mr. He, you don't look well. Should I call a doctor for you?" he asked worriedly.

He Mingxiao quickly glanced at the documents sent by his subordinate, and without even looking up, said, "No need."

Assistant Jiang wanted to say something more, but considering He Mingxiao's decisive nature, he had no choice but to give up and quietly slipped out.

He Mingxiao ignored his physical discomfort and focused all his attention on his work.

But soon, his vision suddenly blurred, the veins on his forehead twitched, and his brain throbbed with pain.

He stood up, trying to call for help, but no sound came out of his throat. His legs felt weak and he couldn't support himself, so he fell back into the chair.

He Mingxiao felt a moment of panic, but quickly regained his composure. He covered his neck with one hand and quickly unlocked his phone with the other to dial Assistant Jiang's number.

"Beep—beep—"

When the call connected, the first thing I heard wasn't Assistant Jiang's voice.

Nan Xian's almost hysterical screams rang out from the other end—

"He Mingxiao! Where is He Mingxiao?!"

He Mingxiao collapsed beside the desk, and before he completely lost consciousness, he saw that familiar figure.

She suddenly pushed the door open and rushed towards him.

He smiled contentedly and slowly closed his eyes.

**

How is he?

Nan Xian hadn't slept all night, her mind remained tense, and faint bluish tinges had appeared under her eyes.

Seeing Situ Ting come out of the emergency room, she hurriedly got up and asked anxiously.

Situ Ting opened her lips, her brows furrowing slightly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't know what this peony cinnabar you mentioned is. Without knowing the source, we dare not take action rashly. After all—He Mingxiao is not an ordinary person; he is backed by the He family. If something happens to him, we will all be held responsible. Therefore, we can only prolong his life for now. As for a solution, we still need to discuss it further."

“…I know, I understand.” Nan Xian sighed softly, slumped back into her chair, and buried her head in her knees.

He Mingxiao's life hangs by a thread, the mentally challenged woman has disappeared without a trace, and the whereabouts of Peony and Cinnabar are unknown...

While waiting, she prayed countless times that she could have another chance, so that at least there would be a chance to save herself. But God did not seem to want her to have her wish. She sat there for hours, and all she got was the answer, "I can't do anything about it."

She was exhausted, not just physically, but also emotionally.

Situ Ting didn't know how to comfort her. She scratched her head helplessly, wanting to reach out and pat her shoulder to comfort her, but she didn't know if it would be appropriate. She hesitated for a moment.

"Um... don't be too anxious. To tell you the truth, He Mingxiao is a public figure that the country is paying close attention to. The higher-ups have given orders that nothing should happen to him, so we definitely won't give up on him! As long as 'that person' comes out of seclusion, there will definitely be a solution!"

Nan Xian was taken aback by what she heard. She slowly raised her head, as if she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes lit up with a light as dazzling as fireworks.

She took out a jade pendant from her inner pocket.

The jade plaque is engraved with two characters written in a vigorous and flowing style: "Yunwu".

"Are you talking about Him?"