Chapter 3982: Sister Nian: Is It Possible He’s Been Poisoned?

Chapter 3982: Chapter 3982: Sister Nian: Is It Possible He’s Been Poisoned?

He squatted down to check on the little guy and said, "No need to thank me," before standing up again and asking the girl, "Did you come to find me because of that person?"

"Yes." Qiao Nian pulled over a chair for Ye Qichen to sit, while she stood there talking to Yu Yan: "Why hasn’t he woken up yet?"

Yu Yan spread his hands open: "You did the surgery, how would I know?"

Qiao Nian furrowed her brows, her eyes determined yet hiding a trace of frustration: "I’m sure there was no problem with the surgical process!"

"That’s that then." Yu Yan replied with certainty: "I can also confirm that all his physical stats are recovering. Waking up is just a matter of time."

Qiao Nian’s eyes filled with an uncontrollable sense of despair: "But he still hasn’t woken up yet!"

Yu Yan saw her losing control over her emotions once again, stayed silent for a moment, then walked over and patted her shoulder with his hand, speaking in a deep voice: "Q, just be patient and wait a little more."

Qiao Nian exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the edgy irritation disappeared from her body. Before turning to take Ye Qichen away, she stopped and told Yu Yan: "I’ll wait one more day. If he still doesn’t wake up by tomorrow, I’m going to find Nie Qingru."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yan’s eyebrows twitched, and he watched the girl’s departing figure, then picked up the internal phone to dial a call to several members of the medical team.

"Come to my studio."

"Let’s discuss the patient’s various physical stats, and analyze whether there’s a possibility of poisoning."

...

On the other side.

Ye Wangchuan still hasn’t woken up for three days.

The Ye family’s previously agreed reconciliation with the reclusive family naturally couldn’t proceed.

Old Xue and Vancouver had a falling out over Qiao Nian demanding 800 million for mental damages, and now Vancouver was stuck in Beijing, refusing to run errands for the reclusive family regardless of what’s said.

The situation had thus reached a stalemate.

...

Compared to Old Xue and Shadow outside trying every means to rescue Nie Qingru.

Nie Qingru, staying inside the manor, was much more at ease.

Since ’cooperating’ with Mo Xi and others to finish recording the video, she knew her plan would surely fail. Aside from being shocked and angry the first day, she quickly calmed down by the second day.

For the following two days, she managed to ignore the dozen or so strong men full of murderous intent in the manor, as if nothing had happened, doing whatever she needed. Her mental fortitude was top-notch!

On the third day at dusk, news still hadn’t come from the hospital that Ye Wangchuan had awakened.

Even Mo Xi, who had always been calm, was a bit shaken this time. If he didn’t need to personally keep an eye on Nie Qingru, he would have already rushed to the hospital like Ji Lin.

Although he tried to reassure himself that Ji Lin, Young Master Qin, and Miss Qiao were at the hospital, making his presence there less impactful, and that it would be better to stay here and do what Master Wang had instructed...

But his gradually disappearing smile still hinted at something for Nie Qingru to catch on to.

After finishing dinner, Nie Qingru elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, her sharp eagle-hook eyes noticing the increasingly sparse smile on the silent man’s face beside her, suddenly curled her lips, and spoke provocatively: "Let me guess, would it be your master who’s in trouble?"

Mo Xi raised his eyes to look at her, pushing his glasses up with his hand, and replied calmly: "Empress, if I were in your position, I wouldn’t say such things."

Nie Qingru studied the repressed anger in his eyes and laughed suddenly, elegantly dropping the napkin: "Looks like there really is trouble."

Mo Xi’s hand tensed with veins bulging, but he still managed not to be provoked.

Yet the rest of the people in Dark Fort weren’t as composed, displaying anger on their faces, hands reaching for their weapons, with the tension of drawn swords and arrows.