"Qing Yi."
Seeing who it was, Bai Yi exclaid with joy.
Qing Yi was drenched in sweat, his face pale and breathless. As soon as he entered, his anxious gaze locked onto the comatose drunk on the hospital bed.
"What’s... what’s wrong with him?"
Gasping for breath, Qing Yi asked as he quickly walked over to the bed.
"His body is fine, he just won’t wake up," Bai Yi replied.
"Won’t wake up?"
Due to extre tension and emotional agitation, Qing Yi’s thoughts were sowhat chaotic and disjointed.
He squatted by the bedside, holding the drunk’s hand with one hand while the other caressed his gaunt face.
"...Xiaohan?" The panic and tension in his voice were unmistakable.
"Xiaohan?"
He reached out and shook the drunk’s shoulder.
"Xiaohan?"
However, the drunk was like the dead, showing no reaction.
"What’s exactly wrong with him?" Qing Yi asked the doctor.
"We’ve checked everything, there’s nothing wrong with his body."
Almost as soon as the doctor finished speaking, Qing Yi’s uncontrolled roar erupted: "If there’s nothing wrong, why won’t he wake up?!"
Bai Yi: "Qing Yi, calm down."
"How can I calm down?!"
Qing Yi closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, trying to calm his emotions.
Bai Yi escorted the doctors and nurses out of the ward.
Suddenly, only the three of them were left in the ward.
"Xiaohan? Xiaohan? Wake up, wake up." Qing Yi held his hand tightly, panic threatening to overwhelm him.
His mind was blank; aside from trying to wake him up like this, it seed he couldn’t do anything else.
"Xiaohan..."
Bai Yi, watching the anxious and uneasy Qing Yi, opened his mouth and said: "At eight this morning, the servant found the drunk when cleaning your room. He was already in a comatose state, lying on the bed."
"I checked the surveillance, even reviewed yesterday’s footage, but there’s no sign of him coming back on his own or being brought back. He was nowhere to be seen on the caras, like he appeared out of thin air."
"...What about the Third Young Master?" Qing Yi asked.
Bai Yi shook his head: "No news."
"Bai Tang, Bai Tang also ca back," Qing Yi suddenly rembered an important clue.
He hurriedly turned to Bai Yi and said, "Bai Yi, call Hong Yi imdiately, ask about Bai Tang’s situation."
"Okay."
Bai Yi took out his phone and ran to the balcony.
"Xiaohan, what’s wrong with you? Wake up, don’t scare ."
"You just got better, you can’t have any more problems, none at all... nothing can happen, the Third Young Master and you, and Jun Moyan, all have to be alright..."
Jun Wuchen disappeared, even earlier than Jun Moyan and the drunk.
Like he vanished into thin air, without a trace.
In these last few days, the Capital City and Holy City have been in chaos behind the scenes.
Bai Yi hung up the phone and returned to the ward from the balcony, his expression grave.
"Hong Yi said Bai Tang’s situation is exactly the sa as the drunk’s. Everyone is fine, but they just won’t wake up."
"He was also found by the servant while cleaning his room in the morning, also in a comatose state. The ti was around eight o’clock, and they also checked the surveillance, finding that Bai Tang seed to have appeared in his room out of thin air as well."
No one could explain all of this to them.
Qing Yi was stunned for a mont, then said: "Call Huiwu Garden."
"I did, Xiaocha said the Third Young Master isn’t there." Bai Yi looked at the comatose drunk on the bed, his worry constantly growing.
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