Ning Xiuyan was lying on the bed in the VIP ward, and the expensive silk sheets were wrinkled by him.
The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn't dispel the strange smell that permeated the room.
"Second Young Master, please bear with it for a while." The private doctor was wearing a three-layer N95 mask, and his voice was so muffled that it seemed to come from underwater.
He carefully examined the bruises on Ning Xiuyan's arms. The scars were a strange purple-red color, as if they had been created using special techniques.
"The formula of this laxative is... quite unique. We are still analyzing the ingredients."
Ning Xiuyan raised his hand weakly, and the IV tube swayed slightly with his movement.
He wanted to smash the annoying vase on the bedside table, but found he didn't even have the strength to make a fist.
His Armani suit had long been thrown into the incinerator, and now he was wearing a custom-made hospital gown, but it still couldn't hide the carefully calculated bruises on his skin - each one avoided the vital points, but made him gasp in pain when he turned over.
The ward door was pushed open, and Ning Xiuyuan walked in with steady steps. He was wearing a custom-made Brioni suit today, and the platinum cufflinks on his cuffs gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
He stopped two meters away from the bed, took out a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket and covered his nose with it, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly.
"I heard you were put in a sack?" Ning Xiuyuan's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Six bodyguards, and you actually had someone put a sack over your head? You've brought shame upon the Ning family."
Ning Xiuyuan slowly adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes scanning his brother like an X-ray.
He noticed that Ning Xiuyan had a particularly severe bruise on his right ring finger—that's where he wore his ring. Interesting.
"It was...it was a sneak attack..." Ning Xiuyan defended weakly, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
His throat burned from the constant vomiting, and even swallowing became a torture.
"Where's the surveillance?" Ning Xiuyuan walked to the window, his back to the bed, and asked. His slender fingers tapped the windowsill gently, the rhythm as precise as if he were playing the piano.
"The footage from the previous day is playing in a loop..." Ning Xiuyan suddenly started coughing violently and had to press the call bell to ask for anti-diarrhea medicine.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, glistening with a greasy light in the sunlight.
Ning Xiuyuan turned around, and his silhouette looked particularly sharp in the backlight.
He knew his brother all too well—arrogant and domineering, with countless enemies. But being able to hack into the surveillance system of a high-end club and precisely avoid all the bodyguards... was no mean feat.
"Who have you offended recently?" Ning Xiuyuan suddenly asked, his voice as light as a feather falling to the ground.
Ning Xiuyan's eyes flickered, and he unconsciously touched his left leg in plaster: "No...no..."
Ning Xiuyuan sneered, took out a stack of photos from his briefcase, and threw them on the bed. The photos spread out, showing pictures of Ye Qingliu and Duan Shuce in the hospital, as well as a candid shot of Ning Xiwan standing outside the ward.
The most eye-catching photo is a close-up of Ye Qingliu's right hand in a plaster cast - someone drew Peppa Pig on the plaster with a pink marker.
"Explain?" Ning Xiuyuan leaned over, and his shadow completely covered the bed.
The sound of high heels came from far away and was particularly harsh in the quiet ward corridor.
Ning Yunmeng walked in carrying a limited edition Hermès bag. She was wearing full makeup today. The matte lipstick of Dior made her skin look as white as snow, and the scent of Chanel No. 5 perfume was so strong that it could cover the strange smell in the ward.
"Second brother~" she called sweetly, but when she saw Ning Xiuyan's miserable state, she couldn't help laughing, "Pfft...did you fall into a septic tank?"
She fanned her nose exaggeratedly with her hands, and the diamond bracelet reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.
Ning Xiuyan was shaking with anger, the IV tube shaking violently with his movements: "Get out!"
Ning Yunmeng not only did not leave, but instead found the farthest sofa to sit on, crossing her legs elegantly.
"Dad asked me to come and see if you were dead." She pulled a small Tiffany blue box from her bag. "Here, a birthday present."
Ning Xiuyan opened the box suspiciously, and inside was a roll of bandages with cartoon patterns printed on them.
"I heard you've been enjoying bandage play lately?" Ning Yunmeng blinked, her thick false eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "Remember to call me next time~"
Ning Xiuyuan frowned: "Yunmeng! Be mindful of the occasion."
"Just a joke~" Ning Yunmeng stood up, her skirt drawing a perfect arc in the air.
She suddenly lowered her voice, her red lips almost touching Ning Xiuyan's ear: "By the way, second brother, do you know what's going on in the circle now?"
She let out a gloating smile, "They say the second young master of the Ning family was beaten so badly that he has to wear diapers even when he farts~"
Ning Xiuyan suddenly grabbed the water cup on the bedside and threw it over, but because his hands were shaking, it hit his own leg.
Ice cubes and lemon slices were scattered all over the bed, soaking the sheets.
After Ning Yunmeng left, the ward finally returned to silence. The smell of disinfectant gradually overwhelmed the other odors.
Ning Xiuyan stared at the cracks on the ceiling, thinking about the people he had offended recently.
Ye Qingliu? Duan Shuce? Or...
A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," he said weakly.
The door opened, and Ning Xiwan walked in, holding a bouquet of white baby's breath. She was wearing a simple white Theory shirt and Levi's jeans, her hair loosely tied in a ponytail, looking as clean and fresh as a college student.
"I heard you were in the hospital." She placed the flowers on the bedside, deliberately avoiding those expensive imported flowers.
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