I stared at Lu Zhiyuan blankly, recalling those extremely real scenes before, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether those things were dreams or reality.
I subconsciously asked, "Where's Yan Meng? Is he really dead?"
Lu Zhiyuan nodded silently and sighed softly.
My body stiffened. It turned out that it was not a dream.
Yan Meng really shot himself!
He is dead.
I closed my eyes. Even though I knew how heinous he was, the experiences I had with him were real. He died just like that, and my heart still ached.
I thought I could stop him in time, but in the end I couldn't save him.
He would rather commit suicide than compromise with the police and the world.
I felt sad and lonely.
Perhaps after Lou Xiaoyun's death, no one could solve Yan Meng's obsession, and no one in this world could pull him out of his obsession with hatred.
Even I can't do it.
I leaned dejectedly against the headboard, closed my eyes, and felt heavy-hearted.
Yan Meng’s ending could perhaps be said to be his own fault, but those who hurt him were not innocent either.
It was those tragic experiences that led him to this path of no return.
Seeing that I still looked very tired, Lu Zhiyuan anxiously pressed the call bell and called the doctor over.
Only then did I realize that I had left the sea and was now lying in a hospital bed.
Seeing that I was awake, the doctor conducted a series of examinations on my body.
"Don't worry, the effect of the sedative has worn off. She's fine now and will recover after a few days of rest."
Hearing the doctor say this, Lu Zhiyuan was finally able to relax.
He thanked the doctor again and again and saw him out.
I looked at Lu Zhiyuan's back and gradually came to my senses. I didn't want to make him worry about my condition anymore.
As soon as the doctor left, Zhuo Hai walked in.
Seeing that I woke up, Zhuo Hai also looked relieved.
"Luckily you woke up, otherwise I would have wanted to lie in the hospital bed for you!"
Zhuo Hai put down the fruit basket in his hand, then stood in front of Lu Zhiyuan and me and bowed solemnly.
"I'm sorry, I owe you an apology. It was us, Interpol, who failed to take good care of Lan Shan during the operation in the hospital, that caused things to get so bad."
Zhuo Hai was filled with self-blame.
"We failed miserably. Brother Lu Zhiyuan used himself as bait to help Interpol eliminate Lucas. He simply asked me to make sure you completed the surgery safely and ensure your safety. But Interpol couldn't even handle such a small matter. We're truly incompetent!"
Seeing Zhuo Hai blaming himself like this, I felt bad too.
I know how cunning Yan Meng is, and I also know how much importance Interpol attaches to that chip.
I shook my head nonchalantly at Zhuo Hai and smiled, comforting him, "You don't have to apologize. I know you're worried about the chip falling into the hands of someone with bad intentions again. You're also concerned about the safety of more people, so don't blame yourself."
Zhuo Hai was deeply touched by my words and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
He looked at Lu Zhiyuan with guilt, but was interrupted by Lu Zhiyuan before he could say anything.
Lu Zhiyuan exhaled a breath of foul air and said frankly, "Actually, when I first heard that Xiaoshan was missing, I was really furious. I wanted to beat you up! But in the end, you guys helped rescue Xiaoshan. Now that Xiaoshan has been so generous, I don't want to pursue it anymore. Let's just let it go."
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