In the ward, the IV drip was ticking, but the atmosphere was as cold as ice.

Chu Wuyang leaned against the headboard, her face pale and her voice trembling.

"Jingmin, please... help me find Jinxian."

Jing Min stood by the window, hands in his pockets, his back hard and cold, his eyes churning with emotions.

He turned around, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and stared at her for a long time without saying a word.

"Young master, please agree."

Aunt Rong couldn't help but interject, walking up to Jingmin and whispering words of advice.

“Yangyang has always protected Xingci since she was little… This is the first time in all these years that she has asked you for help…”

Jingmin: "It's not confirmed yet—"

Chu Wuyang reached out and clutched the corner of the blanket, her eyes reddening, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I'm sure he's Xingci, he's...my brother..."

Jing Min finally approached, bent down, and his eyes were deep.

"Yangyang, are you sure?"

"You've already decided that a stranger is your cousin who died many years ago, just because a doctor casually mentioned 'family member'?"

She choked back tears, her voice stubborn.

"I can't be wrong... I can feel it..."

Jing Min straightened up, his expression indifferent.

"Can you tell by feeling? I trust science more."

The air tensed up instantly.

Aunt Rong was so anxious that she kept wiping away her tears.

"Young Master..."

Jing Min waved his hand, interrupting calmly.

"That's enough, Aunt Rong."

He turned to Chu Wuyang,

"It's fine to want to save people, but don't let your emotions cloud your judgment."

"I will arrange for the hospital to obtain Jin Xian's blood sample for gene comparison."

He paused,

"I'll have someone retrieve your sample for comparison."

"We'll decide on the next step once the test results are available."

Soon, the doctors in charge of Jin Xuan's treatment, including Dr. Wang, arrived.

"We are preparing to collect Mr. Jin's blood sample."

"Although the situation is special, we can first extract some medical data from the database and conduct a preliminary comparison with Miss Chu's sample, including mitochondrial DNA and STR site detection, etc., theoretically,"

"If they are cousins, they will have obvious similarities in certain genetic markers."

Chu Wuyang shook her head anxiously.

How long will it take?

"I want to go find him right now..."

Jing Min lowered his eyes, his slender fingers lightly tapping the edge of the bed, his voice low and deep.

Do you know your current physical condition?

"Moreover, the trip to T country isn't for tourism or to find people; it's for rescuing people on the ground."

"Without a plan, without clues, and without preparation, you'll only be throwing your life away if you go."

Through her teary eyes, she looked at him, "Jingmin..."

He raised his hand and gently ruffled the top of her hair, his voice softening.

“Let’s think this through carefully, Yangyang… if he really is Xingci—”

He paused slightly, as if swallowing a mouthful of bitter wine.

“I will personally bring him back.”

Chu Wuyang buried her face in the pillow, clutching the thin blanket tightly, her eyes stinging with tears.

But I knew he would do what he said he would do.

However, she didn't see the intense suspicion and complexity in Jing Min's eyes as he turned and walked towards the window—

He may not want to confirm this identity.

He might not even want to face this person.

——

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the window, illuminating the clothes and suitcases scattered on the floor.

Chu Wuyang knelt on the carpet, her fingertips flying as she neatly folded the clothes and stacked them one by one into the box.

She tidied up very carefully, as if to find peace of mind for herself.

The gene matching results that Jingmin wanted haven't come back yet.

But she already had the answer in her heart—that was Xingci.

She doesn't need to wait.

The test results from the hospital will probably be delivered to Jingmin when he gets off work tonight.

She knew that Jingmin needed this confirmation.

He and Xingci were not related, and they hadn't seen each other much in recent years.

It's unrealistic to expect him to mobilize resources and manpower to risk his life in Country T based solely on her statement, "I'm sure."

Thinking of this, Chu Wuyang sighed softly.

He folded Jingmin's shirt and his own coat neatly and stuffed them into the suitcase.

She actually understood Jingmin—anyone in his shoes wouldn't act without any basis.

She understood that he was just too rational.

Just as I was bending down to put my toiletries bag into my side pocket, my phone on the bed started buzzing.

Chu Wuyang paused, then looked up.

A string of unfamiliar international numbers was displayed on the screen.

Her heart tightened suddenly. She hesitated for half a second, but still pressed the answer button.

"Hello--"

A hissing noise came through the headphones, like sea breeze carrying sand into my ears.

A moment later, a long-lost yet chilling voice rang out.

"Girl—"

It's Mr. Jin.

Chu Wuyang froze, her knuckles clenching so tightly she almost crushed the phone.

"It's been so long since we last talked."

Old Master Jin's voice was low and hoarse, with a sinister smile.

"I heard you've been quite interested in a young man named Jin Xuan lately?"

"Tsk, girl, you are such a loyal and kind child."

Chu Wuyang took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, but she desperately suppressed her panic.

"He's in your hands?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone, slow and gentle, carrying a hint of coolness.

"Haha, I couldn't be happier."

"That would make things much simpler."

Chu Wuyang gritted her teeth, trying her best to calm herself down.

"Do you know Jin Xian's whereabouts?"

"clever."

Grandpa Jin's voice was like casually toying with a sharp blade, slow yet sharp.

"I not only know his whereabouts, but I also know who harmed him to this extent."

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