Su Jing sighed, "I know you don't want to leave Jing Ting, otherwise we could ask Jing Ting to come back with you first and help you recover your health."

"Zaozao hasn't been saved yet. If we go back now, what if the mastermind escapes? All our previous efforts will be in vain, and our people will have sacrificed themselves in vain."

"That makes sense... You must take your medicine properly and get better as soon as possible."

"I understand, Mom."

After resting for several days, Qiao Wanwan's health did not improve; in fact, her complexion worsened day by day.

"What's going on!" Zhan Jingting called the doctor over and questioned, "Didn't you just catch a cold and be in a bad mood before? The injury on your shoulder isn't serious either, so why is your health getting worse and worse?"

The doctors looked at each other nervously, unsure how to answer.

"Speak up, are you all mute?" Zhan Jingting's face grew even colder. "I called you here to solve a problem, not to pretend to be deaf and dumb!"

"Master Zhan, please calm down." The head doctor spoke cautiously, "We examine Madam every day, but there are really no unusual symptoms. We don't know why, but Madam's health just won't improve, and her complexion is getting worse every day..."

Zhan Jingting's face darkened. "If all you can do is say you don't know, then what right do you have to stand here, huh?"

"Master Zhan, please calm down..."

"Jingting..." Qiao Wanwan opened the door and entered the study. "Don't blame them. I've found the reason. I was poisoned..."