Qi Yanjue glanced out the window at Dr. Zhao and Director Luo, who were working tirelessly to save Will. Then he looked to the side and saw Song Yueying eating an orange as if nothing had happened.
Is she carefree, or is she completely unaware of the enormity of the trouble she has caused?
"Aren't you going to explain?" Qi Yanjue asked, frowning.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yanjue spoke, causing Song Yueying to pause in her chewing motion before swallowing the orange in her mouth. She glanced at him and said calmly, "There's no need."
There's a saying that's very true: those who believe in you don't need explanations, and those who don't believe in you won't benefit from explanations anyway.
Song Yueying's nonchalant attitude made Qi Yanjue laugh in exasperation. "Will's importance to China is beyond your imagination. If something happens to him after taking your medicine..."
Qi Yanjue didn't say what he was going to say, but he believed Song Yueying would understand.
“He will be fine,” Song Yueying said firmly.
Qi Yanjue was speechless for a moment.
Over there, Dr. Zhao and Director Luo were still working together to give Will first aid, but to no avail.
Director Luo and Dr. Zhao exchanged a glance, and Director Luo continued to provide emergency care to Will. Dr. Zhao stood up, but before she could speak, her wrist was grabbed by Translator Zhou.
"How is he? How is Mr. Will? Why did he suddenly faint? When will he wake up?" Translator Zhou asked anxiously, bombarding him with questions.
"Don't worry, Director Luo is still receiving emergency treatment." After saying that, Dr. Zhao withdrew her wrist from Zhou the translator's grasp and walked past him toward Song Yueying.
Translator Zhou turned around and looked at Dr. Zhao's back, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
How could he not be anxious? Will was the engineer brought in by higher-ups to repair the machine, and he was Will's translator, so naturally he also had a responsibility to protect Will's safety.
Will was previously targeted by the nurse and misunderstood by the public. He wasn't by Will's side and couldn't protect him immediately.
He was right next to Will, but Will had been given an unknown drug by Song Yueying, and two professional doctors took turns trying to resuscitate him, but he still couldn't wake up.
He felt like the sky was about to fall.
Translator Zhou looked away, squatted down and looked at Director Luo. He wanted to ask Director Luo how Will was doing, but he didn't dare to ask, afraid of disturbing Director Luo's emergency treatment.
She could only watch Will anxiously and apprehensively, silently praying that nothing would happen to him.
Suddenly, a pair of large feet appeared in her line of sight. Song Yueying looked up at the person who had entered. Seeing that it was Dr. Zhao, she didn't speak first, but waited for Dr. Zhao to speak.
Dr. Zhao didn't waste any time and asked directly, "What medicine did you just give Mr. Will? What illness does it mainly treat?"
His tone was very serious, and his brows were furrowed.
“A regular repair pill,” Song Yueying replied.
"What are repair pills?" Before Song Yueying could answer, Dr. Zhao asked again, "What are these repair pills repairing? What are their ingredients?"
Song Yueying said, "It's naturally for repairing the body. As for the ingredients, I'm sorry, it's an exclusive secret recipe that I won't share."
Hearing that it was a secret recipe that she wouldn't share, Dr. Zhao clenched her fists in anger, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
Glancing at Dr. Zhao's clenched fist, Song Yueying was certain that he clenched his fist because he was angry, not because he wanted to hit her.
“I guarantee Will will be fine,” Song Yueying casually reminded him, “but if Director Luo doesn’t stop the emergency treatment soon, I can’t guarantee it.”
Will's body is slowly recovering. Director Luo's emergency treatment was not only a waste of effort, but it might also have accidentally sent Will away.
Dr. Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he asked with suspicion, "You guarantee Will will be alright, but what guarantees do you have? How can you prove it?"
In his view, Song Yueying was just shirking responsibility by saying that.
After thinking for a moment with her eyes lowered, Song Yueying pointed to Qi Yanjue lying on the hospital bed and said, "The fact that he is not dead is the best proof."
Both Dr. Zhao and Qi Yanjue were startled.
Dr. Zhao was puzzled: Qi Yanjue had multiple knife wounds, yet he hadn't lost excessive blood. It was unusual, abnormal, and inexplicable.
What Qi Yanjue couldn't understand was that he had witnessed Song Yueying slam her head against the wall, bleeding profusely. Yet, just two hours later, the wound on her forehead had healed.
Although Song Yueying kept insisting that he had misremembered, he was certain that he had not.
"You also gave him the same medication as Mr. Will," Dr. Zhao said, not as a question, but as a statement of certainty.
He had asked Qi Yanjue before if he had taken any medication, but Qi Yanjue didn't answer him and changed the subject, leaving his question unresolved.
“It’s different.” Song Yueying shook her head. Dr. Zhao’s heart skipped a beat. Then he heard Song Yueying say, “I gave Will a recovery pill, not this.”
So, she did indeed give Qi Yanjue the medicine. What he thought was a miracle wasn't a miracle at all; it was that her medicine had saved Qi Yanjue's life.
She didn't specify what medicine she gave Qi Yanjue or what its effect was.
Dr. Zhao wanted to ask, but then remembered that Song Yueying had said the secret recipe was not to be shared. He turned around, knelt down in front of Director Luo, and whispered a few words to him.
Then, Dr. Zhao, Director Luo, and Translator Zhou worked together to lift Will onto the bed next to them and hurriedly wheeled him out.
When Zhou, the translator, reached the door, he stopped and turned to look at Song Yueying. He saw her calmly eating an orange, as if nothing had happened to her.
After the group left, the police also took the nurse away.
The ward fell silent instantly.
After finishing one orange, Song Yueying picked up another, peeled it, and ate it. She was a little annoyed because she'd lost a pill, so she needed to eat another orange.
"I don't remember giving me any pills," Qi Yanjue broke the silence, his deep eyes staring straight at Song Yueying, as if trying to bore a hole through her.
Gently lifting her eyelids, Song Yueying asked, "Are you questioning me?"
“I am stating the facts,” Qi Yanjue said.
Song Yueying raised an eyebrow, an idea forming in her mind. "It seems your memory is really not very good. For example, I don't have a wound on my forehead, but you insist that I do."
"For example, I gave you a pill before bringing you to the hospital, but you don't remember it."
"You look quite young, yet your memory is so poor. I suggest you have Dr. Zhao examine your brain when he returns later."
Realizing she was indirectly implying he had a problem with his brain, Qi Yanjue retorted, "My memory is bad, but yours isn't much better."
"You previously said you had a concussion because you hit your head on the wall. You also said you were a little dizzy and had some memory confusion, but now you're denying that you hit your head on the wall."
In conclusion, "Your memory isn't good either."
This guy is the type to bring up old grievances, Song Yueying felt like she'd shot herself in the foot. She feigned confusion and asked, "Did I say something like that?"
"You said it," Qi Yanjue replied affirmatively.
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