Showing one's true colors
After Fan Siwen left, this sanatorium became a regular part of Mo Yang's life.
The two underwent a full-body checkup, and the results were normal. Of course, there was no additional good news either.
This is already good news for Mo Yang.
The boy habitually took care of the girl. Mo Yang, standing outside the window, seemed to be looking at everything he had done in the past from God's perspective.
Sometimes I think about it, and the things I've experienced in my life are quite amazing. At least, he can replay his past experiences before his eyes like a movie, something others can't experience.
As I was thinking, my mind suddenly jerked, my fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, and I stood there with my eyes closed, trying to let the electric-like energy pass by in an instant.
Are you alright?
A familiar voice sounded behind him. Mo Yang slowly turned around and met the person's eyes.
“They’ve all had physical exams, now I’ll arrange another set of systematic tests for you.”
"I'm fine," Mo Yang said, turning to look at the two people inside.
"I'll keep an eye on them for you, don't worry."
"It's okay..." Mo Yang said, and the next second he slid and fell to the ground.
He was dragged by the people behind him to a room next door.
The door where Mo Yang had just been standing was pulled open from the outside, and a figure who looked like a doctor walked in.
After a brief conversation with the young man, a certain amount of medicine was injected into their IV drips.
As the medication gradually seeped into the patient's body, the doctor left the ward.
This scene was witnessed by a doctor who came out to check on the patients.
The doctor went up to greet them, but the person in front of him didn't linger and strode forward, which made the doctor suspicious. He then called the security guard over.
A cat-and-mouse battle ensued.
After a chase through the hospital corridors, the fake doctor was caught on the spot, and the real doctor arrived at the ward in time to remove the IV drip. Fortunately, the amount of medication administered was not enough to be fatal, but a painful two-hour resuscitation effort was still performed. As a result, with the doctor's approval, both were transferred to the intensive care unit for close monitoring of their vital signs.
The intensive care unit of the sanatorium was locked without permission, and no one was allowed to enter the ward.
When Mo Yang woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed, with no one beside him.
I vaguely remember what happened before I collapsed. In that critical moment, I rushed out of bed, ignoring the medicine in the drip and the still-dripping needle that had been pulled from my hand, and ran out.
The person who ran out frantically searching was stopped in time by the nurse, who patiently inquired and learned what had happened.
After the surgery, Fan Siwen's memory puzzle began to be pieced together little by little. After a series of memory deconstructions, he suddenly saw many details that he had not seen before, which were interspersed with the events in between.
It turns out that the memories transmitted earlier were incomplete, or there may have been some memory errors during the surgery, which prevented him from clearly seeing the course of the whole event.
No wonder my attitude towards Chen Lili changed drastically during this period. It turns out that the undercover agent hidden among them was none other than one of our own, and also the team's darling—Chen Lili.
How could he not have thought of that!
No wonder the enemy has been targeting her with assassination attempts.
Mo Yang also lost his life during this period.
At this moment, Fan Siwen didn't have time to consider what important information Chen Lili had betrayed. He immediately picked up his phone, wanting to call Song Yize. Just as the call was about to connect, the phone rang. He looked closely at the number—it was his father's.
The phone was turned off the next second.
The other side continued to attack.
Fan Siwen turned it off again.
They called again.
The third time, Fan Siwen answered impatiently, "Please, I have an emergency, don't call again." A robotic voice immediately came from the other end of the line, "Master, the young master's call has gone through."
Fan Siwen was completely speechless. Just as she was about to hang up the phone, the robot's voice instantly switched to a human voice.
"You brat, where are you? I'm telling you, no matter where you are, you'd better come see me tomorrow."
"No, no, no, I have too much to do."
Fan Siwen had just rejected the other person's request to meet when he heard the robot's voice come out again, "Young Master's location has been pinpointed and can be retrieved at any time."
"No, can't we use a more sophisticated method? Don't be so childish." Fan Siwen's voice rose several times in anger.
"Someone will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." The other person wasn't angry at all, and their voice came over calmly.
"No, I can't get up."
"If you don't show up by 8 o'clock, then you can forget about going back to China."
"No, you..."
Before Fan Siwen could finish speaking, the other person had already hung up the phone.
"He has never respected me!"
In a fit of anger, Fan Siwen smashed her phone.
The image of that familiar face kept popping into his mind, and he wished he could rush back immediately.
Fan Siwen glanced at the time and, realizing that it was better to be late than early, changed his flight overnight and rushed to the airport.
They were caught red-handed by several people right after they finished checking their luggage at the airport.
This scene looks remarkably like a criminal's desperate struggle before escaping from an airport.
The scene was chaotic, and Fan Siwen's passport was torn up on the spot.
Seeing his entire fortune turn into worthless paper before his eyes, he was utterly dejected and knelt on the ground.
How can he get back to Song Yize's side?
Before being brought before this person, Fan Siwen was still struggling desperately. But when he saw the person in front of him, his arms, which had been straining, stopped moving. When he saw the person sitting on the sofa, Fan Siwen let out a loud "Kuchi" and knelt down on the ground.
"I have to go back, you have to let me go back, I have an urgent matter."
The person sitting with their legs crossed calmly sipped their tea, then placed it on the coffee table beside them, their eyes slowly turning to the person on the ground. "You know, this trick doesn't work."
The next second, Fan Siwen collapsed to the ground with her upper body down, staging a scene of threatening suicide.
The robot approached and announced in a time-telling voice, "Young Master's vital signs are all normal. No medical observation is required."
"See? Your tricks don't work on him."
He remained lying on the ground, unable to get up.
The person drinking tea stood up and said, "If you want to lie here, then you can. I have a business meeting to discuss later, so I don't have time to keep you company."
Hearing that the person was leaving, Fan Siwen's little head started spinning.
Even if this person tears up his passport, it won't stop him from returning to his home country.
Still lying on the ground, after a long time, the sound of the door being closed from the outside was finally heard.
Fan Siwen squinted one eye to keep watch, and only after seeing that the person had really left did he get up from the ground, dust himself off, and then lie down on the sofa.
How will he get back to China?
At this critical moment, that's not what he should be thinking about.
We turned the car around and changed the subject.
Right now, his most pressing concern is figuring out how to escape from here.
I walked to the window and looked outside.
This place is three stories high; jumping off from here is really risky.
He had been here before; it was his father's estate abroad, with at least 50 people on board.
Escaping the sight of the 50 men wasn't a problem. He remembered there was an underground warehouse connected to the garage. If he could escape from the garage, it would be like grabbing a carpet to direct ascension, allowing him to drive straight onto the main road.
Let's get right to it.
Before the robot could even report the situation, Fan Siwen had already run out.
Following his memory of the house's structure, he ran three wrong laps before finally arriving at his ideal finish line.
Pushing open the door, and seeing the Aston Martin lying there leisurely, Fan Siwen licked her lips and said, "Valkyrie, you've finally met your match." With that, she jumped inside.
I searched everywhere for the keys. After a long while, I finally found them in a storage compartment inside the car.
Insert the key, start the car, and listen to the roar of the engine; Fan Siwen can take off from the spot.
As the car drove toward the garage door, the door remained tightly shut and motionless.
Fan Siwen jumped out of the car and began searching for the garage door button.
Despite trying thirteen different methods and spending an entire afternoon searching, he still couldn't find the starter switch.
Completely deflated, they returned to the third floor.
"Young Master, you're back."
Fan Siwen ignored the robot's greeting.
He lay back down on the sofa, eating the freshly baked egg tarts that a servant had brought him, while pondering a solution.
When the basement trick didn't work, he tried a different approach.
He'll always win his battle of wits with his dad.
A sudden inspiration struck him, and a plan came to mind.
Based on the approximate height of the floors, Fan Siwen found the bed sheets from several guest rooms and tied them together one by one.
Now who can tell him apart from Einstein?
"Let's see who dares to stop me now."
Fan Siwen walked confidently to the window, glanced down, and then pushed it open.
I've been pushing it for ages, but the window won't budge.
I changed to another one, but it still didn't budge.
Fan Siwen refused to believe it and went inside and out, upstairs and downstairs, pushing through every room with windows until she finally collapsed on the sofa, exhausted.
A water delivery person came in and placed a cup of iced tea next to Fan Siwen. Then, in a soft and gentle voice, he said, "When Grandpa heard that a Confucian merchant had come to visit, he deliberately chose a window at a suitable height to jump down, so as to seize the manor by means of litigation. Grandpa specially ordered people to seal all the windows and install central air conditioning and central ventilation system."
Why didn't you say so sooner!
Fan Siwen was completely stunned after hearing this.
What's the big deal about him running around here for so long?
Is he just unlucky?
"The master forbids us from speaking to you."
"Go away, go away, get out, get out, get out."
"yes."
After the servant finished speaking, he went out.
Not long after, Fan Siwen heard someone returning from outside and immediately lay down on the ground.
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