Song Yueying nodded, then looked at Qi Yanjue.

Qi Yanjue understood and asked Zhao Yiheng, "Have those people woken up?"

"Who are they?" Zhao Yiheng asked casually.

Hearing Zhao Yiheng ask that question, Qi Yanjue knew that the guy was daydreaming. His mind was elsewhere, and he hadn't even heard what Zhao Yiheng was asking.

Her eyes scanned the hospital bed for a moment, then she grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at Zhao Yiheng.

Hit by the pillow, Zhao Yiheng snapped back to reality and quickly caught it. He asked Qi Yanjue, puzzled, "Why did you hit me with a pillow?"

"You should be glad you only have a pillow on you right now." Qi Yanjue sneered. If he had anything else on him, he wouldn't have hit him with a pillow.

Zhao Yiheng naturally understood what Qi Yanjue meant by his unfinished sentence, and he awkwardly touched his nose.

"Have those people with broken arms and legs woken up?" Qi Yanjue asked again.

"They're still not awake." Zhao Yiheng answered quickly this time. "They're so badly injured, and unlike you, they didn't take any special medicine, so naturally they won't wake up so quickly."

When the topic of the special medicine came up, Zhao Yiheng's gaze towards Song Yueying became intense again.

He was lost in thought just now because he was thinking about how to put in a good word for the dean in front of Song Yueying.

After all, he had promised the dean, and he couldn't go back on his word.

Zhao Yiheng walked over, placed the pillow on Qi Yanjue's hospital bed, and said irritably, "A pillow is for supporting your head while sleeping, not a weapon for you to throw at people."

A weapon! A pillow can be called a weapon? Song Yueying stared at Zhao Yiheng in astonishment.

Is he here to be funny?

Seeing Song Yueying looking at Zhao Yiheng, Qi Yanjue felt uneasy. "Go and see if those people have woken up yet. We came here to see them."

"Those people must have offended someone to get hurt like that. Why are you here to see them?" Zhao Yiheng asked, puzzled.

Qi Yanjue glared at Zhao Yiheng and coldly retorted, "They're the ones who attacked us in the alley. What do you think we're doing here?"

"I'll go check if those people have woken up yet." With that, Zhao Yiheng strode out of the ward.

As the ward door closed, Qi Yanjue said to Song Yueying, "Go and call Chen Guangyao, who is guarding the door, in."

Song Yue got up and went to the door to call Chen Guangyao into the ward.

Qi Yanjue had already gotten out of bed and was pouring water. Seeing Song Yueying return, he asked her to sit back on the edge of the bed and handed her the water glass.

Before Song Yueying could say anything, Qi Yanjue explained, "This is the water cup you used before."

Chen Guangyao was shocked by his captain's obsequious manner.

Song Yueying blinked, realizing that she hadn't taken the water cup she had used before, and took the cup back, saying thank you.

Qi Yanjue said "You're welcome," then turned to Chen Guangyao and asked, "Has Luo Ming sent any news back?"

"Not yet." Chen Guangyao shook his head.

Qi Yanjue then asked, "During the time I was away from the hospital, was there any activity at the hospital?"

Chen Guangyao thought about it carefully before answering Qi Yanjue's question. His answer was similar to what Zhao Yiheng had said: everything was calm and orderly in the hospital.

The only exception was when the hospital director came to visit Qi Yanjue in the ward; Qi Yanjue himself was not there.

Chen Guangyao knew that Zhao Yiheng had already told him about the hospital director's visit to the ward, but he still reported it anyway.

They each reported their own findings to avoid any omissions.

After listening to Chen Guangyao's report, Qi Yanjue felt that the current calm and orderly situation was merely a facade, a deliberate act by someone with ulterior motives.

"Has the police sent anyone over?" Logically speaking, with so many seriously injured people suddenly arriving at the hospital, the police should have received a report.

Qi Yanjue wasn't sure if anyone saw Song Yueying bring him to the hospital. But he was certain that someone must have seen those people being brought to the hospital.

With so many of them, and all of them seriously injured in various ways, the commotion they caused was bound to be significant.

“Someone was sent over, but when they saw that those people were all unconscious, they went back.”

"Oh, the police officers wanted to ask you about the captain, but we told them you were also unconscious."

That's understandable; the police came to take statements and inquire about the case. Since the person was unconscious, they couldn't ask anything, so they naturally went home.

"Okay, I understand." Qi Yanjue waved for Chen Guangyao to leave, then added, "If Luo Ming sends any news back, come in and let me know immediately."

"Yes." Chen Guangyao saluted and turned to leave the ward.

Watching Chen Guangyao walk out of the ward and close the door, Qi Yanjue sighed and said, "Things are getting more and more complicated."

Song Yueying neither agreed nor disagreed. She only glanced at Qi Yanjue, pondering whether she should analyze the current situation with him.

Everyone has a different perspective on issues. She listened to the whole thing and had some understanding of the current situation.

"You have..." Qi Yanjue was about to say, "Just say what you have to say," when he remembered what she had said: "He was standing, she was sitting, and it hurt her neck to look at him while she spoke."

He decisively walked to the bedside and sat down. Song Yueying sat at the head of the bed, and he sat at the foot. In this way, there was a distance between the two of them that was neither too close nor too far.

"You can say whatever you want to say," Qi Yanjue finished speaking.

He saw through her thoughts, but Song Yueying wasn't angry. After all, she seemed to have something to say.

At this moment, the ward door opened, and Zhao Yiheng walked in. As he turned to close the ward door, he gave Chen Guangyao a word of advice.

Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying in the ward both heard what he said clearly.

"How is it? Have those people woken up?" Qi Yanjue asked directly before Zhao Yiheng even got close.

"No." Zhao Yiheng shook his head, his gaze turning to Song Yueying.

Seeing Zhao Yiheng's cautious demeanor, Song Yueying jokingly said, "Dr. Zhao, the way you're looking at me makes me wonder if you have some ulterior motive towards me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yiheng felt a chilling killing intent approaching him.

"Look at what you're saying." Zhao Yiheng glanced at Qi Yanjue. "You're Yanjue's wife. I'd have to be incredibly bold to even have designs on you."

"Stop making wild guesses. He's the one who has designs on you, not me."

After saying that, he pointed at Qi Yanjue.

Qi Yanjue's ears turned red when his friend so bluntly revealed his thoughts. At the same time, he wondered to himself, was his interest in Song Yueying already so obvious?

If Zhao Yiheng knew what he was thinking at that moment, he would definitely answer him: Obviously, very obviously, it couldn't be more obvious.

Song Yueying turned her head to look at Qi Yanjue, her gaze calm and clear.

Qi Yanjue's ears turned even redder under her gaze.

Looking at Qi Yanjue's red ears, Song Yueying felt a little itchy to touch them. She quickly dismissed the thought, "He was just joking, why are your ears red?"

After asking the question, Song Yueying was stunned. Good heavens! She just wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness, but she ended up saying something completely out of the blue.

That's just asking for trouble!

Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng were also stunned, and their gazes toward her carried different meanings.

Zhao Yiheng couldn't believe it.

Qi Yanjue felt like she was teasing him, and now not only his ears but also his neck turned red. His face was actually red too, but because he was tanned, it wasn't very noticeable.

The ward was unusually quiet for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The one who laughed was naturally Zhao Yiheng, and then he received two death stares from him. He decisively stopped laughing, put on a serious expression and said, "Well, I wasn't laughing at the two of you."

"Really, I'm laughing at the dean."

Thinking of the dean's regretful expression when he learned that Song Yueying had sold the pills to Will, Zhao Yiheng not only couldn't laugh, but also felt a sense of shared understanding.

He regretted agreeing so readily to the dean's request to ask Song Yueying if she could sell him a few pills.

The pills he asked Qi Yanjue to order from Song Yueying haven't arrived yet! Thinking of this, Qi Yanjue took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Song Yueying.

"What is this?" Song Yueying did not take the envelope.

"Deposit," Zhao Yiheng replied. Qi Yanjue had told him beforehand that Song Yueying had agreed to sell him the pills and that he should prepare the money to buy them.

Upon hearing the word "deposit," Song Yueying immediately understood that he meant buying pills. She reached out and took the envelope, but instead of opening it, she held it in her hand.

"I don't know if he has told you what I mean, but I still want to reiterate." Song Yueying glanced at Qi Yanjue, stood up and looked at Zhao Yiheng.

"I have a limited supply of herbs right now, so the pills I make will definitely not be as effective as the ones I give him."

"But I can guarantee that the pills I make will be much more effective than the drugs currently available on the market."

"In addition, I need to take stock of the herbs I have before I can decide what kind of pills to make. You can think about it before deciding whether to buy them or not."

Zhao Yiheng had heard Qi Yanjue say these things before, and the two of them discussed it and unanimously decided to buy it.

"No need to think about it, we'll buy it." Zhao Yiheng's attitude was very firm. If she wasn't firm, the dean would have bought the pills in her hand.

"You won't go back on your word?" Seeing how determined Zhao Yiheng was, Song Yueying wanted to tease him a little.

"No." After saying that, Zhao Yiheng teased her, "If I dare to go back on my word, Yan Jue will definitely beat me up."

Instead of being teased, Song Yueying pursed her lips, accepted the deposit with a clear conscience, and slipped into the space experiment vehicle as soon as she put the envelope in her pocket.

Money is an important item; she wouldn't put it in her clothes pocket.

At the same time, Song Yueying took out five white pills and handed them to Zhao Yiheng, saying, "My pills are distinguished by color to indicate their effects. These white pills are for healing wounds, stopping bleeding and relieving pain."

"You can eat it, or crush it and sprinkle it on the wound."

"This is a gift for you, it doesn't cost money."

"Thank you, thank you." Zhao Yiheng said thank you twice, moved, and carefully accepted the pills. He took out a handkerchief, wrapped the pills in it, and then put them in his pocket.

"Comrade Song is very generous. I am very happy to be able to cooperate with you."

"You're too kind." Song Yueying remained unmoved by Zhao Yiheng's praise. She wouldn't react to his compliments; her pills were very precious.

Besides, she had been praised like that by so many people in her past life that she was already immune to it.

Seeing how generous Song Yueying was, and how readily she took the pills, Zhao Yiheng figured that if the dean wanted to buy her pills, there was a chance. So he said, "The dean also wants to buy your pills."

Song Yueying, who had just sat down by the bedside, paused upon hearing these words. She then recalled that when they first arrived at the hospital, Zhao Yiheng had said that they had been exposed.

The truth is, it wasn't his relationship with Qi Yanjue that was exposed; it was her possession of the pills that was exposed.

"How many people know that I have the pills?" Song Yueying asked Zhao Yiheng, but glanced at Qi Yanjue.

Seeing that she looked calm and not angry, Zhao Yiheng also looked at Qi Yanjue.

Qi Yanjue was also looking at him, his gaze somewhat unfriendly. This guy hadn't told him a word about the dean wanting to buy Song Yueying's pills, which made him a little annoyed.

Seeing Qi Yanjue's expression, Song Yueying knew he didn't know about this, and she breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he hadn't told anyone about her having the pills.

She wanted to make money by selling pills, but not in a high-profile way.

It's not open yet, and she doesn't want to end up with a bunch of trouble instead of making money.

Zhao Yiheng was a sensible man and naturally understood the meaning behind Song Yueying's question. After thinking carefully, he replied, "Besides us, the only people I know are the dean and a chief physician."

"The dean knows about Qi Yanjue and Luo Ming's injuries, so this matter definitely can't be kept from the dean. The chief physician was present when you gave Will the pills."

"After we examined Will, he discovered it, but he didn't know much about it."

"As for Will, you exposed yourself!"

It must be made clear first that this wasn't his fault, and he can't take the blame. Zhao Yiheng felt a pang of jealousy thinking about how Will was the first person to pay for her pills.

He asked in a sarcastic tone, "I heard you sold some pills to Will. What kind of pills were they?"

"Green pills." There was nothing to hide about this. Song Yueying wanted to do long-term business with Will and earn some foreign exchange to spend, so she didn't intend to conceal it.

"Green pills? You have green pills too!" Zhao Yiheng's interest was instantly piqued, and he asked with bright eyes, "What are the effects of green pills?"

“Basic medicine,” Song Yueying explained unhurriedly, “its effect is to slowly repair the damage to the body caused by diseases and hidden injuries.”

"There...there's...this kind of medicine..." Zhao Yiheng stammered in shock.

"You said your pills are differentiated by color. How many colors are there?" This question came from Qi Yanjue, who had been silent until now. He thought about it carefully and realized that he had taken more than one color of her pills.

"It depends on the situation," Song Yueying gave an uncertain answer.

That was a complete waste of breath. Qi Yanjue and Zhao Yiheng both twitched their lips, exchanged a glance, and saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Unable to get an answer and unable to explain to the dean, Zhao Yiheng asked again, "The dean wants to buy your pills, will you sell them to him?"