Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow slightly, not speaking.
"I’ve checked other injuries on his body, and there’s nothing fatal. For now, I can’t tell what caused his coma," Qin Zhaoran spoke softly.
Fu Nancheng was slightly shocked, not expecting even Qin Zhaoran couldn’t see through it.
"However, I suspect that he ingested or was injected with sothing, which led to his coma. I’ve already sent soone to test it, and the results should be out in about an hour."
"Are you saying he was drugged?" Fu Nancheng narrowed his phoenix-like eyes slightly.
"Yes, that’s more or less what I an."
Fu Nancheng remained silent, pondering who would do such a thing and to what end.
...
At the mont, Qiao Mo was by the bedside, accompanying Qiao Dehou.
"Dad... Are you feeling tired, and that’s why you want to sleep?" Qiao Mo spoke softly.
Qiao Dehou still had no reaction, continuously keeping his eyes closed, making him less endearing compared to when he was awake and smiling.
"I haven’t told you yet... In two days, I’ll be engaged. To the man you t last ti."
"He’s actually quite bad. I find him a bit ruthless."
"But he treats very well, even ready to give up his life."
"So I intend to get married."
"At the wedding, you’ll need to hold my hand and hand over to the groom."
"If you don’t wake up, I won’t get married. I’ll stay a spinster for life..."
Qiao Mo mumbled softly alone by the bedside, her heart feeling especially bitter.
Over an hour later, Qin Zhaoran finally received the test results, confirming his suspicions.
The injury on Qiao Dehou’s head was rely superficial and shouldn’t cause him to fall into such a deep coma. The real problem lay within his body, appearing that he had been injected with so drug, leading him to remain unconscious.
"Xiao Mo, don’t worry. Zhaoran said he’s not in imdiate danger. Once the drug level in his body is confird and appropriately treated, he’ll wake up," Fu Nancheng spoke gently.
Qiao Mo leaned into his embrace, feeling a bit more settled than before.
"Who on earth did this? Why do this?"
Qiao Mo thought, but since the other party did not intend to take Qiao Dehou’s life directly, it ant they didn’t want him dead. But why ensure he’s unconscious?
Qiao Mo stayed in the hospital with Qiao Dehou until late night. Fu Nancheng hired several maids and bodyguards to specially care for Qiao Dehou to prevent any accidents.
After returning ho, Qiao Mo had a restless night’s sleep.
Fu Nancheng held her all night until she was sound asleep, only then did he go to Qiao Mo’s workspace to call Fifteen.
"How’s the interrogation?"
After Fifteen arrived at the prison, he first investigated the surveillance and then carefully questioned the troublemaker and several bystanders about what happened.
The final conclusion was actually a minor issue—a dispute over territory.
Qiao Dehou, after all, was quite bold despite being smiley and seemingly not inclined to provoke trouble. However, being provoked, who doesn’t have so fighting spirit?
But the part Fu Nancheng found peculiar was the person making the provocation.
After all, Qiao Dehou had been in prison for so ti and had always been unproblematic. Yet, sothing happened right at this critical mont, which made Fu Nancheng feel it was sowhat odd.
As expected, Fifteen later repeatedly reviewed the surveillance footage from the past few days, focusing on what Fu Nancheng ntioned about the powder and injection.
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