Qiao Wanwan composed herself and gently shook her head. "Let's talk about it later."

The farce came to an end, and by the time Qiao Wanwan arrived at the hospital, it was almost dawn.

"Doctor, how is he/she?"

"The examination revealed a blood clot in the brain, which is pressing on the nerves."

"Is surgery possible?"

"The location of the blood clot is very dangerous. We had a meeting overnight to discuss this before you arrived. In this situation, we do not recommend surgery."

"I understand, thank you, doctor."

"Wanwan, don't panic." Zhan Jingting held his hand. "We'll think of a solution slowly."

"Hmm." Qiao Wanwan smiled slightly. "It's already this late. I want to wait for Master to wake up before taking him home together."

"Okay, if you're sleepy, go take a nap on the sofa. I'll stay with you."

"I'm not sleepy."

Zhan Jingting took her hand and kissed it. "Wanwan, what did Wen Ru say to you before she died?"

“She said my master’s injury wasn’t an accident,” Qiao Wanwan lied. “But only my master probably knows the truth.”

"Um."

"By the way, what about the man who was with my master?"

"I've locked him up, and my men are watching him."

“This person is very important. I must find him and find out where my master has been all these years and what has happened to him.”

Zhan Jingting immediately said, "There's no time to lose, I'll have someone bring him here for questioning right now."

"good."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the ward was knocked open.

"Please come in."

Jiang Dong rushed in, his face grim. "Master Zhan, Madam, something terrible has happened! The man the old man brought back with him has committed suicide by poisoning himself!"