Qing Yi glanced at Jun Moyan’s phone call log and realized that Wen Xiao’ai, besides calling Shangguan Yu and him, had also called herself and Jun Wuchen.
But Jun Wuchen’s call hadn’t been connected. It was so late; he must have been asleep.
When Jun Moyan calls tomorrow to ask, it will still have to be covered up.
After all, this time, the third young master isn’t suffering from a simple minor injury. This time, the outlook is bleak...
The more Qing Yi thought about it, the more anxious she became.
The door to the room was forcefully opened, and Shangguan Yu’s shadow followed as he rushed in.
His eyes immediately landed on Jun Moyan lying on the bed with a layer of black blood pasted on his back.
Shangguan Yu’s heart skipped a beat and he swiftly approached the bedside.
Wen Xiao’ai immediately spoke out to stop Shangguan Yu from reaching for Jun Moyan.
Shangguan Yu’s hand froze in midair, and only then did he see that Jun Moyan’s back was densely packed with silver needles, some of which had turned half black.
Shangguan Yu looked at Wen Xiao’ai, then glanced at Qing Yi.
"What’s wrong with him?"
"Speak up, what happened, who hurt him." Shangguan Yu got angry seeing no one replying.
Qing Yi looked at Wen Xiao’ai, opened her mouth, but made no sound.
Seeing Qing Yi looking at Wen Xiao’ai, Shangguan Yu then also turned to her.
Only then did he notice that Wen Xiao’ai was also covered in blood, unclear whose it was, and that her pale face was streaked with tear stains. Her swollen eyes from crying made others feel worried.
Shangguan Yu calmed his emotions, trying his best to soften his tone.
However, the tone contained a certain dominance that brooked no resistance.
It was the first time he addressed her by name, instead of casually calling her "little sister-in-law" as usual.
"...I don’t know, wait till Jun Moyan wakes up and ask him yourself."
"So how is he now? What about Jiu Gui? What did Jiu Gui say?"
"The third young master has been poisoned. Jiu Gui should be preparing the antidote." Qing Yi answered.
Hearing about the poisoning, Shangguan Yu’s heart sank halfway.
"What poison? Are you sure?"
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"..." Seeing Qing Yi’s hesitant and unsure look, Shangguan Yu knew Jiu Gui was far from confident.
"Where did he get injured? Who hurt him?"
"Don’t know who hurt him. Miss Wen called me when they were waiting on Bright Avenue."
"Bright Avenue? When did the Capital City’s security become so poor, are those people just idling around?!" Shangguan Yu was both angry and anxious, filled with rage with nowhere to vent. Hearing that Jun Moyan got injured nearby, he immediately took his phone to call the chief in charge of the area to express his displeasure.
Over half an hour later, the doctor Qing Yi had brought was led inside by Xiaocha.
The doctor, seeing Jun Moyan’s condition, immediately thought he was in trouble.
Judging by Jun Moyan’s state, it obviously didn’t look good.
Plus, there were still needles stuck on him, clearly, a doctor had visited before, but had failed.
Initially considering suggesting Qing Yi have them take Jun Moyan to a major hospital for surgery, he was surprised to hear Qing Yi asking him to check on Wen Xiao’ai instead.
The doctor looked at Wen Xiao’ai and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking it’s fine as long as he doesn’t have to treat Jun Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai said she was fine and refused to let the doctor examine her, nor would she let the doctor approach.
No matter how Shangguan Yu and Qing Yi persuaded her, she remained stubborn, squatting there, clutching Jun Moyan’s hand, unwilling to move an inch.