"Hello, I am Sheng Ting!"
Before hearing Sheng Ting’s voice, Jiang Zhiyi had already guessed who it might be. Once confirmed, a pang of heartache hit him, but he quickly composed himself and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Listen, she has a fear of the dark. Try not to let her be in a dark, enclosed space. At the very least, keep the phone light on, and if possible, take her to a window. I’ll be right there."
"Okay!" Sheng Ting looked down at Shen Weiyi and then, taking her hand, said, "Don’t be afraid."
Shen Weiyi had been kidnapped as a child and was locked in a cellar for many days before waking up from a car accident with no memory of it.
However, this left her with a fear of the dark.
As Jiang Zhiyi ran toward the lab, he dialed 120.
The lab was fully enclosed, meaning there were no windows around, except for the door. There were, however, vents for air exchange in the ceiling.
But they were nearly four meters above the ground.
Sheng Ting thought for a moment and led Shen Weiyi by the hand to the front of the lab bench.
Using the light from his phone, he first found all the alcohol lamps in the lab and arranged them on the bench into the shape of a heart, then lit them one by one.
The room was instantly enveloped in warm light.
Shen Weiyi looked at the alcohol lamps in amazement, temporarily forgetting her fear of the dark.
After doing this, Sheng Ting started to generate oxygen artificially using the available equipment.
The greatest advantage of the lab was the abundance of experimental apparatus.
He glanced at the chemical bottles on the table and quickly began to work. Generating oxygen wasn’t complex – by adding a small amount of manganese dioxide to hydrogen peroxide and then using a displacement method, he could obtain pure oxygen.
About three minutes later, he handed over the first oxygen-collection bottle to Shen Weiyi.
Thanks to the alcohol lamp light and the oxygen bottles made by Sheng Ting, Shen Weiyi gradually began to calm down.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the lab door.
Shen Weiyi turned to look and saw a blurry figure at the entrance.
Right after, the lights in the lab came on.
Sheng Ting took Shen Weiyi’s hand and walked over.
As soon as the lab door was opened, Jiang Zhiyi rushed in and grabbed Shen Weiyi’s shoulders, asking, "Are you okay?"
Shen Weiyi shook her head.
Seeing that she was conscious and appeared to be all right, Jiang Zhiyi finally let out a sigh of relief and then pulled her toward the outside.
"Where are you taking me?" Shen Weiyi frowned.
Jiang Zhiyi said, "Taking you to the hospital for a check-up. I called 120; they should be here soon."
"I’m already fine," Shen Weiyi said as she pulled away from his hand.
"No, you need to get checked," insisted Jiang Zhiyi with a firm attitude.
Considering that he had just helped her, Shen Weiyi did not want to argue with him.
"Let’s go, I’ll come with you," Sheng Ting’s voice followed from behind her.
Her condition had been quite bad just before, and although she seemed okay now, it was still reassuring to get checked.
Eventually, all three of them got into the ambulance together.
In the hospital, while Shen Weiyi went for the check-up, Sheng Ting said to Jiang Zhiyi, who was also standing at the door, "Can we talk?"
Jiang Zhiyi pursed his lips and stayed silent for a long while, but eventually, he began to speak.
When Shen Weiyi was nine years old, Shen Juanzhi’s company had its first successful IPO. And with that came a flood of reports about his private life.
It was then that Shen Weiyi was targeted.