On the highway in Pingyang City, a black Land Rover sped past, the surrounding scenery flashing by like a shooting star.
With his well-defined fingers resting on the steering wheel, Lü Xiangsong, dressed in a black suit, listened to upbeat music. Due to an emergency, he needed to travel to another city in person. The preparations were rushed, so he had to drive himself. Fortunately, his secretary was handling his belongings, so he wasn't worried about any follow-up issues.
However… after going through all the relevant details in his mind, Lü Xiangsong wondered how such a problem could have arisen. Never mind, he thought, he'd find out when they got there.
Time dragged on, and Lü Xiangsong's spirits began to wane. The second hand on his wristwatch ticked away, and the soft music playing in the carriage created a perfect lullaby. Lü Xiangsong's eyelids drooped, struggling to stay open, but in the end, he couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness. His eyelids drooped down, obscuring his vision.
Under normal circumstances, he would have just fallen asleep and that would have been no big deal. But the key point is that Lü Xiangsong was driving on the highway at the time, so he was in trouble.
The black Land Rover crashed violently into the highway guardrail, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. The once sleek and stylish black Land Rover was instantly reduced to scrap metal.
Upon receiving the news, Wuyou hurriedly put down her work and rushed over. The flashing red light in the operating room gave her an ominous feeling.
Along the Great Wall corridor, the white tiles reflected a bright white light, creating a stark contrast with the red light outside the operating room. On a bench, Wuyou sat with her hands folded on her knees, her head slightly lowered, making her expression unreadable.
His heart raced faster and faster, as if he had a rabbit in his arms, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Lu Wuyou's emotions resurfaced within him, gradually filling his limbs and bones, causing his mind to become chaotic. Wuyou even felt his eyes welling up with tears, as if they might spill over at any moment.
A warm touch suddenly appeared on his back, and Wuyou's body stiffened slightly. He tilted his head to look at Ji Yisi, who had come with him. Ji Yisi's face was full of worry, and his hand was gently patting Wuyou's back, as if to comfort him or to caress him. His long, narrow phoenix eyes were filled with worry, like the radiance of the Milky Way in the heavens, which was intoxicating.
Wuyou couldn't help but slightly avert her gaze to the ground, inexplicably feeling that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, the operating room door opened.
"Doctor, how is my son? Is he alright?" Wuyou approached quickly in her high heels, grabbed the doctor's sleeve, and stared intently at him.
"His condition isn't good. Let's see if he can make it through tonight." The doctor took off his mask, let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked regretful. As a doctor, he could only do his best; after all, he was just a doctor, not a god.
With a loosening of his grip, Wuyou's hands fell limply to his sides. He blinked, barely managing to suppress his emotions and trying to calm himself down.
"Thank you, doctor. You've worked so hard. My wife isn't in a good mood and she lost her composure a bit earlier. I'm so sorry." Seeing that Wuyou was in a bad mood, Ji Yisi immediately played the role of a perfect housekeeper and stepped forward to exchange pleasantries with the doctor.
By the time Ji Yisi and the housekeeper finished discussing the relevant matters, Wuyou was already sitting beside them, staring blankly at her son on the bed.
Lu Xiangsong inherited all the best qualities of his parents. He was handsome and tall, with a gentle and kind personality. He was not like Zhou Anguo, who had a false sense of magnanimity, but was genuinely gentle. Although Wuyou felt that he was a bit indecisive, the boy had a soft heart.
A gentle person is unlikely to do bad things or hurt those around them. He tries his best to balance his relationship with his two younger sisters and to be respectful and filial to his mother. Wuyou sees all of this.
At this moment, Lü Xiangsong lay flat on the snow-white sheets, his forehead tightly wrapped in white gauze, yet the blood could still be seen seeping through. His face was deathly pale, his brows were furrowed, and he occasionally uttered unconscious murmurs. Even his breathing was weak.
Wuyou's nose tingled with tears. After all, as a mother, the feeling of watching her child lying in a hospital bed, yet being powerless to help, always brought her to tears. It was precisely because Lü Wuyou's love for her children was so profound that she couldn't suppress her emotions, which also proved how important mental strength was.
With a sufficiently high level of mental strength, one can better resist the original emotions of this body and avoid being swayed by them. Although Wuyou wants to experience different emotions or lives, it doesn't mean he's willing to be controlled by other people's emotions and become their puppet. Wuyou has decided to put more effort into his mental strength.
She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, she had regained her calm and self-possessed demeanor. She reached out and placed her hand on Lü Xiangsong's wrist, carefully feeling the pulse at his fingertips. Wuyou's face first relaxed, and then she frowned.
Lu Xiangsong was in good physical condition, but he suffered a head injury in the car accident, resulting in a brain hemorrhage, a broken rib, and multiple abrasions. The doctor treated him promptly, and his condition is not serious. The key issue is that Lu Xiangsong appears to have been poisoned.
The poison dissipated quickly from his body; had it not been for Wuyou's superb medical skills, this slight toxicity might not have been detected. Considering Lü Xingsong's consistently cautious nature, how could he possibly have fallen asleep on the highway? This whole affair was highly suspicious.
Wuyou poured a glass of water, dissolved a recovery pill in it, and fed it to Lü Xiangsong little by little.
Looking at his sleeping adopted son, Wuyou gradually fell into deep thought. Zhou Anguo acted far too quickly. He knew that his secretary had a private relationship with Zhou Anguo and should have told him about their conversation that night, but he did not expect that this man would act so quickly.
However, Zhou Anguo and Lü Xiangsong weren't close, so it wouldn't be easy for him to harm him unless it was someone close to him. The only person who could so completely unsuspectingly poison Lü Xiangsong without leaving a trace was…
Wuyou's eyes flickered, then she pursed her lips. She never expected that such a wicked heart was hidden beneath her cute and innocent appearance. She had been so ruthless in turning her back on her brother, who had always doted on her. She had really underestimated her.
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. You really can't judge people well! The future heir of the Lü family can't be too fragile, or I'll be in a real bind."
She reached out and covered Lü Xiangsong's eyelids, her light, airy voice slowly drifting and dissipating in the ward, eventually vanishing without a trace. Wuyou's eyes flashed, as if she had thought of a good idea; a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and her lips curled into a slight smile.
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