Zhan Jingting closed the door. "Let's talk in the study."
"yes."
The two entered the study, and Jiang Dong continued his report, "When I was investigating where the young master went after leaving the Meng family for treatment, I also carefully investigated based on his birth date. I found that he was actually sent to the Capital Children's Hospital for treatment the day after he was born. The doctors were unable to do anything, so they directed him to the Meng family to try his luck."
"He's your father?"
"It should be," Jiang Dong said, though he wasn't sure. "But the name used for registration is Jiang Sen."
“Jiang Sen…” Zhan Jingting smiled faintly, “It seems there are quite a few things being kept secret behind this.”
"Master Zhan, I'm sorry."
"One thing at a time, this has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize."
“I really can’t understand why my father took the young master away. What does he want to do?” Jiang Dong was puzzled. “He has been working for the Zhan family since the old master’s generation. He has served two generations. When it came to my generation, he could no longer keep up, so I started working for you. I really can’t accept that he would do something to harm the Zhan family.”
Zhan Jingting didn't say much. "Now that the name Jiang Sen has appeared, we can investigate in this direction. However, this matter is not suitable for you to investigate. I will transfer Jiang Bei back from abroad and let him take over the search for the child. You focus on finding my mother."
Jiang Dong nodded. "Yes, Master Zhan."
......
As time passed, the Ghost Hand Doctor slowly recovered and spent more time and energy researching the antidote.
Zhan Jingting was stationed in Wutong Bay, directing the search for Ruan Wanyi and another child.
"Young Master!" In the afternoon, Zheng Ma knocked on the door and rushed into the study. "You'd better go see him quickly, the Old Master is looking for you!"
Zhan Jingting hurriedly got up and went to the basement laboratory, asking, "What happened?"
"Good news!" the Ghost Hand Doctor said excitedly. "I've studied this medicine. It's non-toxic, and it might actually help Wanwan's condition."
"That's great!" Zhan Jingting exclaimed with rare joy. "Can Wanwan take medication?"
"Can."
"Then as soon as possible."
"good."
For safety reasons, the "Ghost Hand Doctor" and his medical team administered medication to Qiao Wanwan together to monitor her condition at all times.
Qiao Wanwan is currently unable to swallow on her own, but in order to ensure the efficacy of the medicine and to avoid the inconvenience of intravenous infusion, Zhan Jing has to feed her the medicine.
After carefully feeding her, Zhan Jingting immediately put a ventilator on her, sat by the bed, and anxiously observed Qiao Wanwan's condition.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, each second feeling like an eternity.
Half an hour later, the "Ghost Hand Doctor" stepped forward to take Qiao Wanwan's pulse, frowning as he said, "It's the same as before, there's no change."
"What does that mean?" Xiang Yang asked anxiously. "The medicine isn't working for the boss, is it?"
“I’ve studied it, and it might indeed help with Wanwan’s condition, but I can’t guarantee it.” The Ghost Hand Doctor put Qiao Wanwan’s hand back under the blanket. “It seems that Wanwan’s injuries are indeed too severe; this little medicine won’t save her at all.”
"Grandpa, can this medicine be replicated?" Zhan Jingting's brows furrowed tightly. "If one pill isn't enough, then two; if two aren't enough, then ten. As long as Wanwan can wake up, I'm willing to pay any price!"
The Ghost Hand Doctor shook his head. "The preparation method of this medicine is complicated. If any step or process is done wrong, the antidote will turn into poison."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes in pain. "The Meng family did say that the secret formula for developing the medicine was burned in a fire long ago, and this is the only one left in the world."
Xiang Yang's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. "So this whole trip to Suzhou was for nothing, all that trouble for nothing..."
"Try to think positively. As I said before, the fact that Wanwan is still clinging to life is already a miracle. We can only take it one step at a time, or even leave the rest to fate."
Zhan Jingting sat down on the edge of the bed, took Qiao Wanwan's hand, and smiled, "Wanwan, our fate is in our own hands, not in the hands of heaven, right?"
"You are a very strong girl. I believe you are trying, trying to wake up, trying to open your eyes and see me and Eleven. It's okay, we'll give you time and work hard with you."
Suddenly, the girl on the bed convulsed violently. Before anyone could react, the instrument next to them beeped an alarm!
"Oh no! The young lady has suffered cardiac arrest! Start resuscitation immediately!"
Several doctors rushed forward to provide emergency treatment!
Zhan Jingting's face was as pale as paper, and he was pulled aside by Xiang Yang.
The doctor performed chest compressions on Qiao Wanwan, while the "ghostly doctor" took her pulse, his complexion gradually turning pale.
"How could this happen? Logically, even if Wanwan didn't wake up after taking the medication, her condition shouldn't be worse..."
Zhan Jingting felt a wave of dizziness. He barely managed to steady himself and roared in a low voice, "Grandpa, save Wanwan! Wanwan can't die! Absolutely not!"
The skilled doctor quickly took out some silver needles and began to apply them to Qiao Wanwan.
Despite all the treatment, the monitor next to him showed only a straight line, and the long, piercing sound it emitted signaled the end of his life.
The doctor had given up, removed the equipment, and the sound stopped.
Several doctors nodded to Zhan Jingting, "Mr. Zhan, we're sorry, please accept our condolences."
Zhan Jingting looked at the Ghost Hand Doctor in disbelief, trying to find a last hope on his face!
The Ghost Hand Doctor shook his head helplessly, his face full of pain. "Wanwan... she can't be saved."
"How is this possible!" Xiang Yang roared in despair, "How could my boss die! Uncle Doctor, please think of something else, my boss won't die!"
"You all go out," Zhan Jingting said calmly. "Wanwan is sensitive to noise, so don't disturb her."
Xiang Yang's heart skipped a beat. "Master Zhan, are you alright?"
"go out."
The Ghostly Doctor, suppressing his grief, said, "Xiang Yang, let's go out first and let them have some more time."
Xiang Yang could only nod.
The door was closed, and the room finally became quiet.
Zhan Jingting removed the respirator from Qiao Wanwan's face, took her cold hand, and pressed it against his face. "Wanwan, I know you especially hate strangers around you. Now that they're all gone, you don't need to wear this annoying respirator anymore."
"Wanwan, I have so much to say to you, but now, anything I say is superfluous. I only hope you remember that in this life, you, Qiao Wanwan, owe me something, and I will not let you off the hook. Slow down and wait for me. On the road to the underworld, we will settle our scores slowly..."
He suddenly chuckled, "What I'm afraid of now is that if you just act cute, I'll pathetically forget I'm angry with you, because you've always been my Achilles' heel... Wanwan, I love you so much, I haven't had enough time with you yet, how could you bear to leave me...?"
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