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"Qing Shao, are you really a rabbit with three burrows? Who is the one hiding in this golden house?"
Li Haoran joked, but upon seeing Qing Cang's cold expression, he quickly shut his mouth.
"Where is the patient?"
As Qing Cang's friend and occasional troublemaker, he was genuinely curious about the woman who could elicit such a reaction from Qing Cang, making the usually unyielding Qing Shao so anxious.
The door was gently opened, and when Li Haoran's gaze landed on the woman lying on the bed, his expression froze in that moment. This... this isn't...
"Qing Shao, how did she end up here?" Li Haoran couldn't contain his inner confusion. How could she be here? What connection could she possibly have with Qing Shao?
"Do what you need to do!"
A hint of displeasure appeared on Qing Cang's stern face as he stepped past Li Haoran and entered the room. He gently lifted the feverish Shen Qingyou, resting her against his chest. "She has a high fever!"
Li Haoran sighed silently, then set down his medical kit, took out a thermometer, and placed it in Shen Qingyou's mouth. His gaze inadvertently fell on the white shirt she was wearing beneath the thin blanket, and unease grew deeper within him. "Qing Shao, do you know that she..."
"I will investigate everything about her myself!"
As they waited for the temperature reading, both men were secretly pondering each other's thoughts, while the person in question remained completely unaware of the tension swirling around her.
"Qing Shao, she is a married woman!"
Even though Qing Cang was displeased, he felt compelled to speak up. He had interacted with her husband a few times; he was definitely a man with extreme possessiveness. Would Qing Shao's actions push her into another hell?
The sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering how such a beautiful woman could have no one vying for her attention. The person in his arms was so delicate, her tightly knit brows seemed to hide countless worries. Yuan Mufang? Was the name she mumbled in a daze really that of her husband? With this thought, Qing Cang felt an unusual irritation rising within him. The person in his arms seemed to sense his mood and became restless, her brows knitting even tighter. Qing Cang took out the thermometer from her mouth and handed it to Li Haoran, then gently laid her back down, smoothing out the blanket. Every movement he made was unlike the Qing Cang that Li Haoran knew.
"It's reached forty degrees; she needs an IV!"
Li Haoran glanced at the thermometer, frowning. She had fainted yesterday and now had a fever. What on earth was happening to her?
Li Haoran pondered this in his heart but did not pause in his actions. He quickly retrieved the prepared medication from the first aid kit, approached the bedside, took Shen Qingyou's hand, and carefully placed a pillow under it.
The liquid slowly entered Shen Qingyou's body, and time flowed away with it. Li Haoran knew he had completed his mission. Qing Cang's silence seemed to be issuing a silent eviction notice, and he still needed to perform surgery—her father's surgery. He had to go back. Just before leaving, he turned as if addressing the air or perhaps Qing Cang: "At eight tomorrow morning, her father will undergo surgery. You'd better get her to the hospital before then; this is what matters most to her!"
Sitting silently on the sofa, Qing Cang remained quiet. After hearing the sound of the door closing, he picked up the phone beside him: "What about the matter I asked you to investigate? Why is there still no result?"
A hesitant voice came from the other end of the line: "Qing Shao, we have found something out, but it's too late today. I was planning to report to you tomorrow."
"Now! Immediately! Send it to my email!"
Without waiting for a response, Qing Cang hung up the phone and began pacing irritably around the room. When he heard a notification of a new email on his computer, he strode over to the desk, swiftly clicked open his inbox, and a clear investigation report appeared before his eyes.
Investigator: Shen Qingyou, female, 8 years old, married, unemployed
Husband: Yuan Mufang; they were college classmates and currently resided in an apartment. Her husband worked at a mechanical design company.
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This is a very detailed investigation report that covers all the background of Shen Qingyou, including the latest updates on her father's battle with cancer, as he is currently receiving treatment at the Military District Hospital.
Turning off the computer, Qing Cang stood up and walked to the glass window. He lit a cigarette, and the orange flame flickered like a bright fire. The wavering light illuminated a corner of darkness, revealing a pair of deep, sea-like eyes gazing at the bustling city lights below. For the first time, he felt such a sense of loss. She was already married, and according to the investigation form, she was a happy woman. If she was happy, why was she wandering alone on the streets at night? If she was truly happy, why were there tears in the corners of her eyes?
Shen Qingyou, elegant and serene, should be enjoying a leisurely and comfortable life. Yet why did a hint of weariness linger at the corners of her brows?
If you are happy, I wish you well, as if you had never appeared in my life;
If you are not happy, even if blood flows like a river, I will free you from your sorrow;
Looking at her peaceful sleeping figure, Qing Cang would rather she sleep quietly than wake up to wash away her helplessness with tears time and again. Sadness and disappointment? And in life, who can allow you to remain in a long dream without waking?
As Shen Qingyou slowly opened her eyes, what she saw was an unfamiliar floral ceiling, a crystal chandelier, and white curtains gently brushing against the table. The cool breeze stirred the air, causing the crystal vase filled with lily petals to dance gracefully.
Where is this? Shen Qingyou's mind quickly sorted through her thoughts amidst confusion. She had run out of Yuan Mufang's car and then wandered the streets; then it started to rain. A man got out of a Jeep; that man was...
Just as Shen Qingyou wanted to continue following her lingering thoughts, the door in the darkness suddenly opened. A tall figure stepped inside slowly. That figure was both strange and familiar. What did he want? Shen Qingyou instinctively pulled at the blanket and shrank back slightly. Her thoughts froze when her gaze landed on his white shirt.
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