"Master Zhan, what's wrong?"

Zhan Jingting looked up at him. "You've reminded me, it seems no one in the Zhan family has actually dealt with the assets under his name..."

Jiang Dong speculated, "Could it be that someone found Second Master's bank card and just happened to guess the PIN or something?"

“My second uncle passed away twenty years ago, and the money in the account was only started to be used in the last few years, so this guess is not valid.”

“That’s true…” Jiang Dong couldn’t think of anything else. “Master Zhan, I’ll continue investigating.”

"That's too much of a waste of time, I'll do it myself." Zhan Jingting turned on the computer and started operating it.

Jiang Dong watched from the side and asked, "Master Zhan, are you in a great hurry?"

"This matter may be related to Wanwan's master, so we must find out as soon as possible."

"Yes." Jiang Dong touched his nose. He knew it must be related to his wife to be in such a hurry!

Zhan Jingting quickly found a clue: "This money was transferred out of my second uncle's overseas account."

Jiang Dong nodded. "I'm sorry, Master Zhan, my abilities only allow me to find that it belongs to Second Master's account. I couldn't find any overseas accounts."

"It's not your fault. All the personal information of the Zhan family is kept confidential. It will take your hackers time to find this information."

Zhan Jingting continued to work on the keyboard. "My second uncle's assets have not been dealt with, but only the funds in this one overseas account are being moved, and it's a huge sum of money."

Jiang Dong took a closer look and said, "Ten digits, that's quite a lot. If someone controls this account, they can do a lot of things. That's why the Meng family can afford such expensive medicinal herbs."

"Send someone to monitor this account, and track it immediately when the other party uses it." Zhan Jingting closed his laptop. "However, since the other party dared to use it, they must have made thorough preparations to ensure that no one can track them down."

"Master Zhan, I'll go prepare. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, we have to give it a try."

"Eleven!" Qiao Wanwan exclaimed from outside. Zhan Jingting hurriedly maneuvered his wheelchair out and, sure enough, saw Eleven, who was having an attack, lying on the ground!

"Eleven, don't be afraid!" Qiao Wanwan struggled to carry Eleven back to the room and took out silver needles from the bedside table drawer to give him acupuncture.

Eleven was in so much pain that she refused to cooperate, rolling around on the bed, crying, "It hurts so much... Sister Wanwan, it hurts..."

Zhan Jingting glanced at Jiang Dong beside him, "What are you still standing there for? Help."

"Yes." Jiang Dong hurriedly stepped forward and pressed down on Eleven. "Young Master, don't move. Just bear with it."

Qiao Wanwan took the opportunity to administer acupuncture to Eleven. After a long while, Eleven's pale face did not return to normal; instead, she cried even harder, "It hurts...it hurts so much..."

Qiao Wanwan's face turned pale, and she stopped administering acupuncture to take his pulse.

"Wanwan, how is it?" Zhan Jingting asked.

"I don't know why, but the situation seems to be getting worse!" Qiao Wanwan hurriedly removed the silver needles and hugged Eleven with heartache. "Eleven, hang in there, don't be afraid..."

"Sister Wanwan, it hurts so much!"

"You'll be alright." Qiao Wanwan steeled her resolve. "Jiang Dong, go call the doctor and give him a sedative."

"Yes, madam."

The doctor arrived and gave him a sedative before he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Wanwan had the doctor draw blood from Eleven and send it to the hospital for testing. She also had her own blood drawn and sent it to the laboratory for research.

"Wanwan." Zhan Jingting brought in some food. "Eat something first."

"I'm not hungry."

"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat something."

“I’m really not hungry,” Qiao Wanwan said, focusing intently on her research. “Eleven’s condition had clearly improved; he hadn’t had an attack for several days. But today, not only did he have an attack, he couldn’t control it. There must be something wrong here. Could he have been poisoned again?”

"Wanwan, don't scare yourself. I've been staying at home all day and haven't gone anywhere. It's impossible for me to have been poisoned."

"Yes, his family wouldn't give him random food, so it's impossible for him to be poisoned. I need to figure out what happened as soon as possible."

Zhan Jingting couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to stay by her side.

At dinner, Qiao Wanwan refused to eat. When Zheng Ma brought in the food, she only ate a few bites at Zhan Jingting's insistence.

Just as she put down the bowl, Zheng Ma rushed in and said, "Madam, the young master is awake!"

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly got up and went upstairs, and sure enough, she saw that Eleven had already woken up.

"Eleven, you're awake?" Qiao Wanwan hugged him tightly. "Tell Wanwan-jie, where do you feel unwell?"

"Sister Wanwan, my head hurts so much..."

Qiao Wanwan looked at Zhan Jingting, "It should be the same as your situation. You woke up after being given a sedative. You didn't feel pain like when you had an attack, but it still hurts a lot."

"Wanwan, don't worry. If you're like me, you'll get better with time."

"Mmm." Qiao Wanwan kissed Shiyi on the cheek. "Shiyi, be good. Sister Wanwan has someone make you something delicious. Let's go downstairs and eat."

"good."

Qiao Wanwan put on an iPad and played a documentary that Shiyi liked to watch to distract him. After a meal, Shiyi's complexion finally improved a lot.

Qiao Wanwan asked Zheng Ma to stay with him while she continued her research.

There was indeed no poisoning, and the blood tests were all normal.

Qiao Wanwan became even more anxious, "It seems that my treatment is no longer effective for Eleven."

“Wanwan, you said before that my medication and Eleven’s medication are different. In that case, we can increase the dosage.”

“No, that won’t do,” Qiao Wanwan objected. “Eleven is too young. We need to be very careful when administering medication. He was poisoned before, so his body is weak and he suffers more when the illness flares up. I’ve already increased the dosage appropriately, but that’s the limit.”

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