For about three seconds, Ji Chengzhi stood in the isolation room, utterly unresponsive.
On the phone, the person who had initiated the call was silent for a long time after hearing his request. Then, after three seconds, she spoke again, "Why? Are you unwilling even to meet once?"
It took a while before he finally said on the phone, "Where are you?"
"In the coffee shop next to Jinma Theater." After saying this, the voice just hung up, neat and decisive, as if the previous call had been an illusion.
Ji Chengzhi stood there, stunned for quite some time, before handing out his phone and then returning to the isolation room, taking off his radiation protection suit...
Han Duo, she actually came back...
Ou Mucen had been staying in the intensive care unit for the past few days. Since the last incident, he felt something was amiss but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. So, he became much more cautious over these days, scarcely leaving the room at all.
"Third Young Master, we’ve cleared up the matter. Just as you suspected, the lady of the house indeed orchestrated the event," Ying Hao said upon entering. Ou Mucen was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a very ancient book, its contents undecipherable to him.
Upon hearing it was the lady of the house, his expression was unchanged; only a flicker of light moved in his eyes.
"Have the reasons been clarified?"
"Yes, the lady admitted that she wanted to unplug the young lady’s respirator because she couldn’t bear to see you incessantly immersed in your own world. She wanted you to realize that the young lady was no longer in this world."
Ying Hao referred to the "young lady" with a surprising ease.
Hearing this, the man poring over the ancient book furrowed his brows, and his face abruptly darkened, "Is she foolish? Doesn’t she know her own son well enough?"
This accusation was truly undeserved; his act had been so convincing. Not to mention her, even an insider like him sometimes truly believed that Ou Mucen was mentally ill.
However, Ying Hao dared not voice this. Seeing that the young master seemed not too incensed, he ventured another statement, "By the way, Third Young Master, the lady said... when she had the nurse unplug the respirator, the young lady was fine. So, is the young lady really alive?"
Finally catching on to this issue?
The man looking at the ancient book turned to a page with the words "heterochromia" at that moment, so he casually retorted, "Do you think I’m mentally ill then?"
Ying Hao shuddered instantly, "No!"
"Then why do you ask such a redundant question?"
Ying Hao stared at the young master for a good few seconds, his brain slowly and gradually comprehending.
Once he comprehended, his eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets!
While the master and servant were speaking intermittently, suddenly, from outside the room, rushed footsteps accompanied by a flurry of panicked shouting passed by: "Where’s the head of surgery? And the heads of internal medicine, neurology... all professors and department heads need to rush to the resuscitation room immediately. If we’re too late, the Dean won’t make it!"