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Inside the Maybach.
Su Wan gazed at the street view outside the window, curled slightly on her side, struggling against the pain in her abdon.
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Zhiyan noticed her slightly pale face and asked with concern.
Su Wan furrowed her brows even more deeply, "Probably ate too much, indigestion."
Jiang Zhiyan slowed down the car, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Su Wan quickly waved her hand to refuse, "...No, I’ll just take so dicine when I get back."
Jiang Zhiyan contemplated for a mont, "Then let’s stop by a pharmacy to get so dicine first."
After buying the dicine and returning to Fu Weiheng’s apartnt, Jiang Zhiyan, still worried, helped Su Wan to the sofa to rest, then went to the kitchen to boil water, planning to leave after she took the dicine.
Just as he turned on the kettle, he heard a series of clattering noises from outside.
His heart sank with a foreboding thud.
He rushed out in a hurry, only to see the fruit plate originally on the coffee table, along with the boxes of dicine he had just bought, scattered all over the floor. He hurried over and saw Su Wan sprawled on the floor behind the sofa, her long black hair disheveled, covering half of her pale face, motionless.
Jiang Zhiyan quickly crouched down to pick her up, ignoring the ss in the room, and strode out the door, taking her to the hospital.
In the ergency room, after a careful examination, the doctor diagnosed, "Appendicitis, needs to be admitted for anti-inflammatory IV."
Thankfully, it wasn’t anything serious, and Jiang Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief.
After arranging the hospital room for Su Wan, Jiang Zhiyan hurried to handle her admission procedures. When he finally settled down to call Fu Weiheng, he realized his phone was dead and had turned off without him knowing.
Not wanting to disturb Su Wan’s rest, he helplessly picked up a magazine from the hospital room and sat on the sofa, waiting for her IV to finish.
The next morning, Su Wan was awakened by the regular ringing of a phone. What made her fully aware was the strong sll of disinfectant in the hospital. She slowly opened her eyes to the unfamiliar white room, mories of last night rushing back: leaning on the sofa, she had tried to get up to read the dicine instructions but collapsed from severe stomach pain, losing consciousness thereafter.
She looked around at the spacious hospital room, finding herself alone. The window was half open, allowing the cool sumr breeze to flutter the white curtains.
The phone on the bedside cabinet rang again, making Su Wan realize it had been ringing repeatedly.
Su Wan reached for it and glanced at the caller’s ID.
Fu Weiheng.
Lin Xiu’s words from last night suddenly echoed in her ears—
"I saw it with my own eyes, him with that cellist He Youyou, just earlier this year."
She frowned, feeling a strange discomfort in her heart.
The phone continued ringing ceaselessly, and Su Wan, lost in her thoughts, finally answered, "Hello..."
When Fu Weiheng received Yao Ye’s WeChat ssage, it was noon in the United States. After finalizing a project ahead of schedule, he left the luncheon without lingering, returning to his ho in New York to pack. The ssage notification showed a video, capturing his attention, and he clicked it open directly.
After watching the approximately five-minute video, he imdiately instructed Zhang Lin to book a 2 PM flight to Yanchuan.
While boarding at the Arican airport, it was still early morning in Yanchuan. Not wanting to disturb Su Wan’s sleep, he did not call her.
Concerned about what the boy in the video ntioned about He Youyou, he couldn’t wait to call Su Wan as soon as he landed.
After calling six or seven tis without her answering, a sense of panic engulfed Fu Weiheng.
Finally, when the call went through, Su Wan’s weak and frail voice tightened his heart, and he quickly asked, "Where are you?"
After a mont of silence on the other end, "Hospital."
Fu Weiheng’s mind buzzed loudly, an overwhelming sense of unease overca him, and he asked gravely, "What happened?"
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