One hand encircled Song Yueying's slender waist to prevent her from falling to the ground. Qi Yanjue reached out and took the water glass from Zhao Yiheng's hand, personally feeding her water.
Song Yueying's eyes widened as she looked at the water glass brought to her lips.
Isn't it said that people are very conservative at this time?
Dr. Zhao was still standing there, holding her like that and feeding her water. What kind of behavior was that? Was this something a conservative person would do?
Qi Yanjue had no idea what she was thinking. Seeing that she was not moving, he frowned and asked, "You were just asking for water. Why didn't you drink it when it was brought to your lips?"
Song Yueying blinked in surprise. Did this person not know how to talk? When did she start asking for water?
She curled her lip, turned her head away, and said that she had been nagging for water, and that she wouldn't drink it now.
He didn't realize the woman in his arms was being a little sulky; he assumed she was complaining about the water cup. Qi Yanjue glanced at it and confirmed that it was the new one he had asked Chen Guangyao to buy for Song Yueying.
"This is your water glass," Qi Yanjue said, then handed the water glass to Song Yueying's lips.
"Is it a problem with the water cup that she's not drinking water?" Zhao Yiheng couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to remind Qi Yanjue, "Qi Yanjue, do you know how to talk?"
"You can't even tell that the girl was making a fuss about wanting water and was throwing a little tantrum, and you're blaming the water cup for it. She's being kind by not slapping you."
What did the water cup do to deserve this?
After hearing his friend's words, Qi Yanjue asked uncertainly, "Are you... angry?"
"No." Song Yueying snatched the water glass from his hand and gulped down the water. Qi Yanjue kindly reminded her, "Drink slowly, don't choke again."
"Shut up!" If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Zhao Yiheng really wanted to slap him.
After finishing the water in her cup, Song Yueying threw the empty cup into Qi Yanjue's arms, got up, and walked towards the door.
Zhao Yiheng gave Qi Yanjue a wink and quickly followed.
The three arrived at the door of a hospital room.
Zhao Yiheng said, "The person is inside. Ask whatever you want quickly. I'll keep an eye on things outside so I can notify you if anyone comes."
Qi Yanjue nodded.
Song Yueying remained noncommittal and reached out to push the ward door... Qi Yanjue was one step ahead of her, pushed open the ward door, grasped Song Yueying's hand, and led her into the ward.
In the hospital ward.
"Wake up, wake up, please wake up." The man's voice was very low. One hand was still shaking the person lying on the hospital bed, trying to wake him up.
Hearing the sound, I turned around and looked.
He saw a man and a woman walk in; both were very good-looking. Suddenly, he froze, because he remembered who the man and woman were.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my ward?" The man forced himself to remain calm, his tone wary. He withdrew his hand and sat up straight.
"Of course we have some questions for you. Otherwise, what do you think we'd be doing in your hospital room?" Qi Yanjue asked instead of answering, and led Song Yueying to the bedside.
"I don't know you." The man's attitude of chasing them away was very clear.
"It's perfect that we don't know you either." Qi Yanjue seemed oblivious to the man's underlying meaning and stated his purpose directly, "We're here to ask you a few questions."
The man sneered, "I've already said I don't know you, yet you still insist on asking me questions. Who do you think you are, and why should I answer your questions?"
Qi Yanjue frowned, and Song Yueying also sneered, saying, "Enough with the nonsense, answer our questions honestly, and you'll suffer less."
The man was taken aback, not expecting this seemingly delicate girl to start with a threat.
Unfortunately, he wasn't raised to be threatened, and he wasn't fooled by her tactics. The man said, "I'll say it again, I don't know you, and I won't answer your questions."
"The door is there, please leave."
Song Yueying said, "Leaving is impossible unless you answer my question."
The man stood up and said angrily, "If you don't leave, I'll call someone and ask the people outside to report to the police. I'll tell them you broke into my hospital room and tried to rob me."
He can threaten people too.
"Intending to rob you." Song Yueying chuckled lightly. "Do you have any valuables for us to rob? Or are you trying to tell the police we're here to sexually assault you?"
Robbery...robbery of women? He couldn't have heard wrong, could this woman really say such a thing? The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his gaze filled with shock as he looked at Song Yueying.
He didn't think the two women who had assaulted him were flattering him; on the contrary, he felt that the woman was mocking him. He knew exactly what he looked like.
Especially since this woman has such a handsome man by her side.
"How dare you speak like that?" Qi Yanjue tightened his grip on Song Yueying's small hand as a warning.
Song Yueying lowered her head, looking like she was accepting criticism. She couldn't defend herself; she had really blurted out the words "rape" in a split second.
The man looked at the two of them warily, knowing he was in a bad situation. He had woken up in this hospital room and was startled. He got up to see what was going on.
A piercing pain shot through his left arm, and when he looked down, he was startled. His left arm was wrapped in gauze, and two pieces of wood were also wrapped around it.
It looked like it was for fixation purposes; he couldn't remember how he got to the hospital.
This terrified him. He turned around and saw his companion lying on the hospital bed next to him. His panic only intensified, and he endured the excruciating pain in his left arm as he got up.
He tried to wake his companion, but there was no response after he called out for a long time.
His companion was unresponsive, and his left arm was injured, causing excruciating pain with every movement. If a fight broke out, he had no chance of winning. The only option was…
Wait a minute, the man's gaze towards Qi Yanjue suddenly changed, and then his eyes widened like a frog's, as if his eyeballs were about to bulge out.
"You...you...you clearly..." The man stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence. He was so shocked that for a moment he doubted whether he had remembered it wrong.
No, he couldn't possibly be mistaken, he absolutely wasn't mistaken; on the contrary, he remembered it very clearly. The man was severely injured at the time and lay on the ground, barely able to get up.
How am I able to stand in front of him now?
Is it normal or not?
This is very abnormal.
Seeing the man's ghost-like expression, Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying knew he remembered. To be precise, he remembered everything that happened in the alley.
Song Yueying's heart was beating a little fast; she wondered how much this man could remember.
"Looks like you remember me." Qi Yanjue didn't want to reveal the rare medicine in Song Yueying's possession, so he tried to divert the man's attention. "You just said you didn't know us."
"If you don't know us, why did you follow us and attack me in the alley?"
"I don't..." The man stopped himself from speaking in time, taking several deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Want to continue pretending you don't know us?" Qi Yanjue interrupted the man.
The man gritted his teeth and insisted, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I really don't know you. I haven't followed you, and I don't know anything about this alley."
Denied everything.
Song Yueying didn't want to come in the first place, but seeing that the man insisted on being stubborn, Qi Yanjue asked in a gentler tone.
"It seems you don't want to cooperate properly and don't want to answer our questions. Fine..." Song Yueying's gaze fell on the man's left arm, "One arm isn't enough to teach you a lesson."
Hearing her casual remark that he hadn't learned his lesson after losing an arm, the man's eyes filled with terror. His gaze flashed quickly as he looked at Qi Yanjue.
"Why are you staring at him like that?" Song Yueying asked with a smile. "Isn't it strange? He was clearly so badly injured, but now he looks perfectly fine."
The man was startled again, lowered his eyes and said, "I...I don't know what you're talking about, you..."
Song Yueying didn't give him a chance to speak. She turned sideways and kicked the man in the waist, knocking him to the ground.
She turned her head to look at Qi Yanjue, "Brother, perhaps our way of questioning him was too gentle, giving him the illusion that we wouldn't do anything to him?"
"I think you should teach him a lesson and help him face reality."
"This is a hospital, so it's not appropriate to use overly bloody methods. How about this, let's break his other arm too, so it looks more symmetrical."
Upon seeing her kick someone, Qi Yanjue initially wanted to tell her to come over, but upon hearing her call him "brother," his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Later, I heard her say that she wanted to break the man's other arm, and to make it look more symmetrical.
The brilliant idea vanished in an instant.
"This is a hospital, how dare you cause trouble?" the man demanded angrily. He fell to the ground, landing on his right side first. Fortunately, he cushioned the fall with his right hand, so it wasn't too serious.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to his left hand if he had landed on his left side first.
"Why wouldn't you dare?" Song Yueying asked with a smile. "You don't think you're safe just because you're in the hospital, do you?"
As she spoke, she stepped forward and unexpectedly kicked the man again. Caught off guard, the man staggered, his head slamming heavily against the bed frame.
The hospital bed shook, but the person lying on it still didn't wake up.
He never dreamed that the man who looked like he was not to be trifled with would not make a move, but this delicate woman would kick him without saying a word.
This is a hospital ward, not an interrogation room. Qi Yanjue is a soldier, and it would be wrong for him to attack people without cause. Of course, Song Yueying would not allow him to do so.
Qi Yanjue understood this, so he let her do as she pleased.
He was bound by discipline, but she wasn't; no matter what trouble she caused, he always managed to clean up her messes.
Song Yueying looked down at the man, frowned, and said, "How can you be so naive? He was attacked just two days ago! The incident occurred in this very hospital."
"Don't blame me for taking direct action. Blame yourself for not recognizing reality. Stop talking nonsense. Everyone's time is precious, and it would be a waste to waste it."
Having been kicked twice, the man was in pain all over, especially his left arm. He sat on the ground, unable to move back, pleading, "No, no, don't come any closer, please don't come any closer."
Song Yueying ignored his words and slowly walked towards him.
Perhaps unable to bear the pain any longer, the man broke down and cried out, "Don't come any closer! I'll talk! I'll talk!"
These words successfully stopped Song Yueying in her tracks. She looked down at the man with a half-smile. But to the man, it looked like a devil was smiling at him.
"Who sent you?" Song Yueying asked.
"I don't know, I wasn't the one who received the order," the man replied.
He wasn't the one who received the orders, an answer Song Yueying reluctantly accepted. She then asked, "How many people came in total?"
"I only know of fourteen people. They were all dispatched to attack you yesterday, and they should all be in this hospital now," the man answered without reservation.
He meant that he only knew of fourteen people, implying that there were others he didn't know about. With this in mind, Song Yueying asked, "So, the people who attacked him last time weren't you?"
“No.” The man shook his head, emphasizing, “It really wasn’t us. We’ve only been here for two days. Yesterday was the first time we attacked him. Everyone was out, but…”
He couldn't bring himself to say what came next; it was too embarrassing.
"He died before he could even begin his mission, and his entire force was wiped out." Song Yueying smiled as she finished his sentence.
Song Yueying could tell that the man didn't know much, so she didn't bother to ask any more questions. She turned to look at Qi Yanjue, and seeing him nod, she knew that the man hadn't lied to her.
"Do you have any other questions?" Song Yueying walked back to Qi Yanjue.
"No." Qi Yanjue shook his head. She had already asked for him what he wanted to ask, and the rest was up to him to investigate.
"Let's go then." With that, Song Yueying took the lead and walked towards the door.
Qi Yanjue glanced at the man on the ground, then his gaze swept over the person lying on the hospital bed. He slightly curled his lips and followed Song Yueying out.
Zhao Yiheng, who was waiting at the door of the ward, saw the two come out but didn't ask anything.
The three of them went to Luo Ming's hospital room together.
Luo Ming was still unconscious, and Zhou Feng was keeping watch by his bedside. The previous stabbing of Luo Ming in the ward had terrified them, and they dared not leave the injured Luo Ming alone in the ward again.
As Zhao Yiheng closed the ward door, he was about to ask if they had found anything when Qi Yanjue raised his hand to interrupt him, turning his gaze to Zhou Feng.
"Does the captain have any instructions?" Zhou Feng asked quickly.
Qi Yanjue said, "Go and see if Chen Guangyao and the two police officers have returned. If they haven't, wait outside. If they have, have Chen Guangyao come to see me immediately."
"Yes," Zhou Feng replied and went out.
After the ward door closed, Zhao Yiheng couldn't wait to ask, "Did you find out anything?"
“That person didn’t know much, and we didn’t get any useful information out of him,” Qi Yanjue replied. “All we know is that the people who tried to assassinate me last time weren’t with them.”
“It wasn’t one group.” Zhao Yiheng frowned. “Just how many people did they send to assassinate you?”
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he looked at Song Yueying.
Song Yueying looked at him indifferently, as if she had no interest in his words at all, letting them go in one ear and out the other.
Qi Yanjue's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Song Yueying as well. She seemed calm, but he knew that the calmer she appeared, the angrier she was inside.
It seems he can't hide what he's been hiding from her anymore. He just hopes that when he confesses, she'll be willing to listen.
"By the way, I heard some noises coming from inside. Did you attack that person?" Zhao Yiheng quickly changed the subject, naturally asking Qi Yanjue.
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