Gu Qiangwei then turned her gaze, looking worriedly at Nangong Mingchuan, "What’s wrong with Aunt Tang? How could she get hurt all of a sudden?"
"I don’t know either. Around eight o’clock tonight, she went back to get some things, but she never came to the hospital. Worried about her, I was about to go find her. As soon as I walked to the stairwell, I found her fallen there."
"Then, in my panic, I rushed down without noticing what was under my feet, slipped on something, and also tumbled down. When I woke up, Yuyan had been taken to the emergency room, but because she hit her head, up to now... she still hasn’t woken up."
Although Gu Qiangwei was somewhat in the dark, she was very worried about Tang Yuyan.
"How could this happen..."
However, Qin Sijue, who had been sitting in the sofa all this time, heard something amiss in Nangong Mingchuan’s words.
This is the third floor, and under normal circumstances with an elevator available, wouldn’t most people choose the elevator? Who would deliberately take the stairs?
"Why did you take the stairs?"
From the sofa came his deep, magnetic voice, yet it made Gu Qiangwei feel he was asking an irrelevant question.
Shouldn’t we be worrying about Aunt Tang right now? Why is he instead concerned about why Mr. Nangong took the stairs—
At this thought, Gu Qiangwei herself paused and looked intently at Qin Sijue, who still lounged lazily on the sofa.
Could it be that he suspected something?
Indeed, choosing the stairs over the perfectly good elevator, and then just happening to find Aunt Tang lying there—it was a bit too coincidental, wasn’t it?
Confronted with Qin Sijue’s question, Nangong Mingchuan did not seem to think much of it; perhaps it was just a coincidence.
"The elevator seemed to be broken, so I looked at the other one. Because it wasn’t coming, I took the stairs."
Upon hearing this, Qin Sijue’s deep eyes darkened slightly.
It makes sense that the other elevator was stopped at the second floor, since it didn’t reach the third, but usually, a broken elevator would have a maintenance sign posted on it.
Both Nangong Mingchuan and Gu Qiangwei turned their gaze to him, expecting him to say more, but he suddenly fell silent.
"Which room? I’m going to see Aunt Tang!"
"The intensive care unit on the fourth floor."
As for the specific room number, Nangong Mingchuan was simply too distracted to remember.
When Gu Qiangwei left, Qin Sijue naturally followed.
Arriving at the intensive care unit and looking at the lifeless Tang Yuyan through the glass, Gu Qiangwei’s heart ached inexplicably, feeling an indescribable sense of blockage in her chest, as if something was stuck there, unable to move up or down.
Behind them, a familiar voice sounded.
Turning at the sound, they saw Li Yuan, dressed in a handsome white lab coat, standing there.
"Qiangwei? What are you doing here in the dead of night?"
As his words ended, he looked again at the intensive care unit. Although he knew that Qiangwei had a close relationship with Tang Yuyan, Nangong Mingchuan wouldn’t likely have told Qiangwei about his wife’s injury in the middle of the night, right?
In fact, he himself had been called in by a phone call at midnight.
Seeing him, Gu Qiangwei anxiously grabbed his arm, "Li Yuan, what exactly is Aunt Tang’s condition now?"
Looking down at the hand tightly clutching his own, Li Yuan lifted his head and then flashed a mischievously grin, "Qiangwei, you’re not afraid Sijue will get jealous, are you?"
"Why should I be afraid? It’s you who will get hurt, not her."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Qin Sijue’s voice, devoid of any warmth, sounded.