Chapter 306 Lu Anran, Kill Me

Zhao Cizheng was touched by her words, and a hint of moisture appeared in his cloudy eyes. He turned his face away and snorted softly: "You girl, you don't tell the truth. I don't believe you."

Meng Anran held his arm, her tone rising slightly as if she was acting coquettishly: "Master, I'm not kidding you. I've already hired someone else to manage the group, so I won't have to worry about work anymore. I can study medicine with you during the day, and do some handicrafts that interest me at night. What a comfortable life."

Zhao Cizheng finally couldn't hold back her serious expression anymore, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Okay, since you are so willing, I will reluctantly teach you for a few more years."

"But..." He suddenly frowned, "If you dare to give up halfway this time, I'll break your legs!"

"I never do anything halfway." Meng Anran winked with a little pride and sent the old man to the door of the room on the second floor. "Master, go and rest quickly. I still need you to give Lu Yi acupuncture tomorrow."

After watching Zhao Cizhen enter, Meng Anran turned around and went downstairs to the guest room on the first floor.

Qin Mu was already standing by the window holding a cup of coffee. When he saw her come in, he handed her the cup and asked, "Are you done talking?"

"Yeah." She took the coffee, the warmth passing through the cup wall to her palm, and the rich caramel aroma made her take a deep breath, "Thank you."

Qin Mu leaned against the bed, his slender figure outlined by the moonlight. He looked at Lu Yi sleeping on the bed, thinking, "When will Lu Heng be able to make an antidote?"

"I'm not sure. The potion contains a lot of rare chemical ingredients, so it might be tricky." Meng Anran took a sip of coffee, the bitterness mixed with the sweetness of caramel spreading across her tongue. "But Lu Heng said he'll send more people, so maybe we'll have good news soon."

Qin Mu nodded, and suddenly changed the subject: "Have you really decided to return to Yatang to study medicine?"

Meng Anran was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"The door isn't closed tightly." Qin Mu shrugged, looking at her with burning eyes, "An Xiaoran, life in Yatang isn't for you."

"I know." She walked to the bedside and gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Lu Yi. "But as Mr. Zhao's only disciple, I have to at least ensure that his medical skills have successors, right?"

This is one of the reasons. What she didn't say is that after experiencing all these things, she always felt that money is useless in the face of life and death.

After working tirelessly for power and status for so many years, it’s time to do what you want to do and protect the people you care about.

Qin Mu was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Your personality of wanting to be the best in everything can sometimes be really annoying."

"What? Do you dislike me?" Meng Anran raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"I dare not." Qin Mu walked over to her, reached out and rubbed the top of her head, his tone gentle but firm, "My An Xiaoran is confident and independent, has a strong sense of responsibility, and always sees things through. These are all strengths. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Meng Anran felt warm in her heart and was about to say something when Lu Yi on the bed suddenly let out a faint moan.

They both turned their heads at the same time, only to see Lu Yi's snow-white eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

"Lu Yi?" Meng Anran immediately leaned over and nervously grabbed his arm.

Lu Yi just muttered something under his breath without opening his eyes.

"What is he talking about?" Qin Mu frowned in confusion and moved closer to listen.

Amidst his intermittent moans, I could vaguely make out the words he was muttering—Lu Anran, kill me.

Meng Anran's fingers froze in mid-air, and Lu Yi's words "Kill me" were like a blunt knife stabbing into her heart.

Qin Mu reacted very quickly and pressed Lu Yi's shoulder to prevent him from hurting himself, but he saw that he just turned his head unconsciously, and his pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"It's a withdrawal reaction." Meng Anran frowned and winked at Deng He, who had been standing at the door without him noticing.

The latter quickly understood what was going on, handed the medicine box in his hand to Meng An, and then went to help hold Lu Yi down.

Meng Anran stepped forward quickly and placed two fingers on Lu Yi's wrist pulse. "The medicine that Master gave him contained a strong sedative. Now that the effect has worn off, his body is protesting again."

The silver needle pierced the Hegu acupoint precisely, and Lu Yi's tense muscles finally relaxed slightly. Meng Anran wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a wet towel and sighed tiredly.

If the antidote cannot be prepared in a short period of time, or a better way to suppress his withdrawal reaction is found.

If this continues, the medicine given by Bai Tujin will eventually enter his body.

Qin Mu put his arm around her shoulders and silently comforted her.

The night is still long, but dawn will eventually come.

*

Let’s get back to Lu Heng.

After hanging up the video call with Meng Anran, he immediately dialed another number.

"Xiang Fu, prepare a reliable team and move tonight." His voice was as cold as ice. "There should be something in the basement of the Bogu Art Museum. Bring back all the paper documents related to the 'White Dove Project' and destroy the rest."

There was silence for two seconds on the other end of the phone: "Do you need to notify the young lady?"

"No need." Lu Heng drummed his knuckles on the table. "She acts too impulsively."

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink. Lu Heng stood in front of the French window, the cigarette flickering between his fingertips.

He knew his sister too well. Just by looking at her pensive expression, he knew that she must be planning to take another risk at the Art Museum.

Thinking of the faint blue color under her eyes, he put out the cigarette.

…

At three o'clock in the morning, five professionals dressed in black quietly sneaked into the Bo Valley Art Museum.

The man leading the team wore night vision goggles and made crisp gestures.

They avoided all blind spots of surveillance and found the entrance to the basement with ease - Lu Heng had used his connections to get the floor plan of the basement in advance.

When they found the mechanism and opened the secret door to the inner room, the moment the light came on, they all took half a step back vigilantly.

"Damn it..." The young man at the end of the team suddenly exclaimed.

The team leader turned around and silently turned off the flashlight, but his eyes were fixed on the metal frame on the front wall.

On the shelves, glass bottles with people's names on them are densely packed, and each bottle is soaked with pills of different colors.

The team leader picked up the nearest bottle, the label read "Lu Yi - Stage 3".

"Take it away." His voice was tense. "Be careful not to leave fingerprints."

The filing cabinet was violently pried open.

A safe caught their attention, and the combination lock was vulnerable to professional tools.

Inside was a folder with a gold-stamped cover and a strange white dove pattern printed on the title page - White Dove Project: Final Revised Edition.

The team leader flipped through the book quickly, his expression growing increasingly grim. He took a picture of the key pages and sent them to Xiang Fu, then followed his instructions to stuff the original document into a waterproof bag.

"Throw gasoline," he said into the headset. "Make sure not a single piece of paper is left."