Qiao Nian nestled in her seat, her emotions unreadable. She said in a muffled voice, "You don't know his situation. It's poison."
Even if Ji Lingfeng could escape danger this time, he would not live for long.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her uninterested expression and rubbed her head before retracting his hand. He chuckled. "I thought you didn't care about life and death?"
Qiao Nian looked up lazily, still stubborn. "I didn't say I cared about him."
If she didn't care about Ji Lingfeng's life and death, why did she have to involve herself in the Ji family's mess time and time again?
Ye Wangchuan did not expose her. His slender fingers turned the car key and he drove back to the hospital.
"With Elder Zhong around, and with Mo Dong having found a few people with the RH blood type willing to donate blood, even if no one knows what will happen in the future, Emperor Ji will be fine for now."
Qiao Nian returned to the hospital.
Ji Lingfeng's surgery had ended and he had just been wheeled to the ICU.
Xie Yun's eyes were still red. Seeing Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and tried her best to look better.
"Nian Nian, they said the surgery was successful. Thank you for this."
"Mm."
Qiao Nian asked emotionlessly, "Did Elder Zhong tell you?"
Xie Yun suddenly raised her head in surprise. "You know about it?"
Qiao Nian nodded, admitting it. "I heard from Elder Zhong at first. He called me and said you asked him about a medicine. Coincidentally, another person also asked him for this special medicine. So, I asked about his patient's condition. Elder Zhong told me the patient was poisoned... That's all I know."
Xie Yun was silent from the beginning to the end. When Qiao Nian finished speaking, she forced a dignified smile.
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