The sky was growing dark, and in the hospital room, Gu Qiangwei still lay in a coma, her complexion slightly pale.
By the bedside, Shen Mochen looked worried.
A burst of a cell phone ring broke the silence in the hospital room.
Shen Mochen glanced over, realizing that the ringing came from Gu Qiangwei’s purse.
He paused for a few seconds, hesitating whether to take out the phone.
Turning his head, he looked again at Gu Qiangwei, who was still in a coma. She was now in the hospital, and if it were Qin Sijue calling, shouldn’t he let him know?
Thinking this, Shen Mochen actively took out the phone from the purse.
He looked, and sure enough, it was Qin Sijue calling.
He was about to answer when the phone hung up automatically at that moment.
He paused, then planned to put it down.
Yet, just as he put it down, the phone rang again.
He glanced over, fixing his eyes on the phone screen, and found it was Qin Sijue calling again.
In City C, Qin Sijue had just returned to the hotel and eagerly called Gu Qiangwei, but no one answered.
He furrowed his brows, thinking about handling matters after dinner, so he seized the moment to call Gu Qiangwei and dialed her again.
The instant the call connected, Qin Sijue naturally expected Gu Qiangwei’s voice on the line, but upon hearing a male voice, he froze, his glimmering eyes slightly narrowed, and a ripple of invisible danger spread around him.
"Shen Mochen." His voice remained calm as he spoke.
Qin Sijue’s dark eyes tightened, "Why is it you?"
"Qiangwei is hospitalized."
Upon hearing this, Qin Sijue’s pupils tightened, and though his deep voice sounded calm, urgency was evident, "What happened to her?"
"Stomach pain, the cause is still unclear since Qiangwei hasn’t woken up yet."
A second later, the communication was cut off.
Standing by the hotel window, Qin Sijue grew somewhat irritable.
At that moment, the Presidential Suite door was knocked, Luo Chen pushed the door and entered.
During the busy holiday season, busy as the master was, he had to be busy as well.
By the floor-to-ceiling window, Qin Sijue turned around, "Are that family still not giving up?"
"Yes, they believe that the death of Fang Dehai is inevitably linked to our Dijue."
"Let them make a fuss for now, I’m going back to Jingcheng!"
Luo Chen was perplexed because Mr. Qin had specifically flown here to resolve this matter, and it hadn’t been settled yet, so how could he fly back again?
Having said this, he grabbed his jacket with the phone in hand and walked out of the Presidential Suite, leaving a bewildered Luo Chen behind.
Regaining his senses, Luo Chen wanted to follow but it was already too late.
His expression was troubled, he was here precisely because he couldn’t resolve the issue. The problem wasn’t solved yet, and he had run back again, leaving Luo Chen wondering how to resolve it, as it was a matter of life and death!
He sighed deeply, feeling life had nothing left to offer.
From the busy holiday season to the present, when could he actually rest for a while!
A military helicopter landed at a private airstrip behind Jueyuan, and after disembarking, Qin Sijue rushed to the hospital.
On the way, he made a call to Li Yuan.
"Is my wife in your hospital?"
On the phone, Li Yuan relaxed with his legs crossed, "Your wife, how would I know!"
"Check now if she’s in your hospital, she has stomach pain and is currently in a coma." Unable to reach Gu Qiangwei by phone, and not willing to call Shen Mochen again, he could only turn to Li Yuan.