Soul Patch

Chapter 260

downstairs?

Wenjie looked at Andy's blissful smile, and his puzzled expression softened.

He seemed to understand, but he wasn't sure and needed to go down and verify it himself.

He accompanied Andy downstairs, and they had just stepped into the finance department when a phone call came in.

Seeing this, Andy pointed towards the finance office area and went straight in, indicating that Wenjie should answer the phone first.

Wenjie nodded to Andy and smiled apologetically.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was Zhang Meng.

I couldn't help but wonder, they were in the general manager's office just a few minutes ago, why is he calling now? Is there something important?
He pressed the answer button, but before he could speak, Zhang Meng's urgent voice came through the receiver: "Wenjie, come up quickly, President Wen has suddenly fainted."

What? Father fainted?

In his haste, he turned and ran toward the elevator, not even bothering to answer the phone.

I had just run to the elevator lobby when one of the elevators stopped on the 17th floor.

As the elevator came to a stop and the doors slowly opened, Wenjie kept pressing the up button, but the elevator didn't respond.

The elevator was really slow to respond today.

The elevator door opened a crack, and Wenjie rushed in, nearly bumping into a colleague who was about to get off.

"Hey, I was about to say something when he saw that it was him who had barged in. He quickly stepped back and smiled, "Mr. Wen, please."

"..."

Wenjie simply nodded, then turned around and pressed the close button.

The other people in the elevator couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment: What's the rush?
But Wenjie was really anxious. He stared intently at the numbers scrolling on the elevator screen, which showed the floor the elevator was on.

He sighed in frustration when he saw that the elevator buttons for the 18th and 19th floors were lit up.

Upon reaching the eighteenth floor, Wenjie mechanically frantically pressed the door open button, coldly stating, "Get off here on the 19th floor as well."

Everyone could tell that Young Master Wen was acting strangely today, and they all got off the elevator while whispering among themselves.

The elevator didn't need to stop at every floor; it quickly reached the 20th floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Wenjie ran towards his father's office.

Upon entering, they saw the father lying on the floor, with Zhang Meng and the assistant standing beside him. The assistant was using a damp towel to wipe the unconscious father's forehead.

"Did you call 120?" He walked over quickly, squatted down, and asked the assistant.

"I called and they said they'd be there in 20 minutes," Zhang Meng answered for her assistant.

"Yes, Attorney Zhang called 120 and also told me to wipe Mr. Wen's face."

"How could this be? She was fine just now, how could she suddenly faint?" Wenjie's voice unconsciously rose in volume.

It sounds like a question.

Zhang Meng frowned and looked at her assistant.

The assistant quickly said, "After you went out to get the stamps, Mr. Wen walked from the refrigerator toward his desk and suddenly fainted without warning."

Upon hearing this, Wenjie frowned and looked at his assistant in surprise, asking, "Has this happened before?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng looked at her assistant and repeated, "Yes, does President Wen have any chronic illnesses, like blood clots or cervical nerve compression that could cause sudden fainting?"

At this point, Zhang Meng changed the subject and looked at Wen Jie: "Does your father have low blood sugar? Would that cause him to suddenly faint? By the way, Mr. Wen, did you have breakfast today?"

Reminded by Zhang Meng, the assistant suddenly seemed to remember something and nodded: "I think so. I think I heard President Wen mention dizziness before, but..."

"But what?"

"Yes, but what?"
Wenjie and Zhang Meng, with all four eyes fixed on the assistant, asked the same question together.

"But I've never fainted. I just rest for a bit and then I'm back to normal."

This reminded Wenjie that he also seemed to have seen his father reading the newspaper at home, leaning back on the sofa.

I initially thought it was just tired from watching and closing its eyes to rest, but now that I think about it, it might just be dizziness.

Once, he saw his father try to get up, but he was a little unsteady on his feet and ended up sitting back down on the sofa.

When Wenjie asked his father what was wrong, his father waved his hand and said, "I'm a little sleepy, it's nothing."

He didn't take it seriously.

Looking back now, I realize how careless I was.

The assistant looked at Wenjie and said, "Mr. Wen, didn't you mention feeling dizzy before? I was thinking at the time..."

The assistant suddenly fell silent, adjusted her glasses, and looked somewhat flustered. She seemed to realize she had said something wrong.

I've also experienced dizziness? Wenjie tried hard to recall.

Some vague fragments of memory gradually surfaced, and when I tried to ponder them in detail, my head started to throb with pain.

He pressed his temples to relieve his headache and said to his assistant, "Speak! Don't worry about it."

The assistant bit her lip and raised an eyebrow: "I thought your dizziness was a family trait."

what?
Wenjie felt his head hurt even more.

"Hiss..." He pressed his fingers on his temples harder.

"Really? Young Master Wen, you're dizzy too?" Zhang Meng asked, glancing at the pained expression on Wen Jie's face.

"I... I don't remember," Wenjie said truthfully. "I only know that I sometimes get headaches. I don't really remember dizziness."

Zhang Meng smiled knowingly, thinking to herself: There really are many things I can't remember. If that's the case…

She looked at Wenjie and smiled, but there was something in her smile that Wenjie couldn't understand.

The assistant glanced at Attorney Zhang, then at Young Master Wen, and after a moment's effort to recall, said confidently, "Young Master Wen, you mentioned feeling dizzy last month. I don't remember the exact time."

After saying that, she shook her head helplessly and gave up on continuing to recall.

Wenjie looked at his assistant with a puzzled expression, then his gaze shifted downwards and landed on his father.

At this moment, Wen Tianyi lay calmly on the ground, with no sign of pain on his face, as if... as if he was just too tired from work and was resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, Wenjie noticed that his father's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He gently nudged his father and called out, "Dad, Dad, can you hear me?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it conveyed tension and anxiety.

"Huh? Wen... Jie... ah?" Wen Tianyi's lips twitched, his voice barely audible.

My father's voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible unless you listened very carefully.

Wenjie leaned closer to his father, his face beaming with joy: "Dad, you're awake. It's me, it's Wenjie."

Zhang Meng and her assistant exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief: She's awake, that's good.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Wenjie gently helped his father up and to the sofa, saying softly, "Dad, would you like some water?"

He looked up and saw that his assistant had already brought him a glass of warm water.

"Thank you!" He nodded to the assistant, took the water glass, and brought it close to his father's lips.

Wen Tianyi's expression gradually returned to normal. He leaned back on the sofa, opened his mouth, and took a small sip of water. Then, he straightened his back and gulped down a large mouthful of water.

"Ah!" Wen Tianyi felt much better after drinking the water. He waved to his assistant and lawyer Zhang and said, "It's okay, I just need a rest. You can go back to work."

Just then, the phone on the desk rang.

Wenjie glanced at the phone and said, "Dad, the ambulance from 120 has probably arrived."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tianyi quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm already fine, why call an ambulance? Let them go home..."

Zhang Meng and her assistant advised, "President Wen, you should still have it checked."

"Yes, it's better to have it checked out to put my mind at ease!"

Wenjie quickly went over and answered the phone: "Yes, that's right, it's the ambulance we called, to the general manager's office on the 20th floor."

As he spoke, he looked toward his father, who waved to him repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, he returned to his father's side and said, "Dad, I heard from the assistant that you used to experience dizziness. You should go to the hospital for a thorough check-up this time."

Let's hear what the doctor has to say so we can get the right treatment!

"It's alright, it's alright. It's normal to have some minor health issues as you get older. It's nothing serious."

Soon, the emergency medical staff arrived.

They measured Wen Tianyi's temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate. These indicators were all normal. The leader in the white coat looked at Wen Tianyi's data and said:

"The cause of dizziness requires a detailed examination to diagnose. Due to limited resources at present, a definitive diagnosis cannot be made. We recommend that you return to the hospital for further examination."

After some persuasion, Wenjie finally convinced his father.

He exchanged a few words with his assistant and Zhang Meng, then accompanied his father to the M City Central Hospital in the ambulance.

It takes about 20 minutes to drive from Huahai International to the Central Hospital.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered Andy, who had gone to the finance office to get a stamp, and Andy's words that the answer he wanted was downstairs.

His attention was focused on his father as he was being carried on a stretcher by medical staff.

The ambulance stopped at the entrance of the building, and they got into the ambulance almost as soon as they left the lobby on the first floor.

I haven't had time to look at the answer Andy gave.

I didn't even think of it at the time.

He then remembered how suddenly things had happened; he had hung up the phone and rushed upstairs to see his father, leaving Andy alone in the finance department.

He took out his phone, which had Huahai's switchboard number saved in it, so he could ask the receptionist to transfer him to the finance department and explain to Andy.

Having promised Old Luo, Andy was more than just a patchwork for completing a mission in his mind.

There's also a sense of responsibility mixed in, a sense of responsibility that Old Luo upheld with his life.

Therefore, Wenjie will not abandon Andy under any circumstances.

He had just dialed Huahai International's switchboard number and was about to call it.

Zhang Yang called.

Wenjie thought to himself: I didn't expect Zhang Yang to be so quick.

Wenjie answered the phone and asked, "Hey Zhang Yang, how are the test results coming out?"

"Wenjie!" Zhang Yang called his name in a deep voice.

This made Wenjie pause for a moment, as Zhang Yang rarely spoke in this tone.

As far as I can remember, he only spoke in such a serious tone when he failed a course.

I've never seen him this serious during the several times I've been heartbroken.

Wenjie suddenly realized: Something's happened!
His eyebrows furrowed, and his voice unconsciously became serious: "Zhang Yang, what happened?"

"Wenjie, where did you buy those pills? You said someone prescribed them for your mother, saying they could help her sleep, right?"

Zhang Yang asked a series of questions at a rapid pace, giving Wenjie no chance to answer.

Zhang Yang's nasal tone was very oppressive; the heavy nasal tone gave one a suffocating feeling.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Don't let your mother take it. This drug has tested positive for a rare substance."

The specific ingredients cannot be determined yet, but my junior consulted a senior pharmacist at the pharmaceutical company.

According to the pharmacist, this toxin is very similar to one used in a poisoning case 10 years ago. At that time, the police also mobilized senior pharmacists in M ​​City to work together to decipher the toxin's components. He was fortunate enough to participate in the investigation, which is how he learned about this rare substance.

At the time, they named this toxin "X".

Wenjie gasped when he heard this.

He recalled the inexplicable aversion he felt every time he faced those two yellow pills, and it seemed there was some truth to it.

He hasn't been taking this medication recently, but what about before?
Have you eaten before?

Could I have already been poisoned?

The thought of this made him feel a sudden buzzing, as if his mind was about to explode.

He felt completely unwell... If he hadn't been tested, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

Who wanted to poison him?

"Hello, hello... Wenjie, are you listening?"

After waiting for a while without any response from the other end of the phone, Zhang Yang shouted into the receiver.

Wenjie forced himself to take a few deep breaths, shook his head, and whispered, "Listen... to that guy, what symptoms would occur if someone accidentally ingested poison?"

"Symptoms? Preliminary clinical studies show that the substance can damage the nervous system. Initially, it may cause mild neurasthenia, but the symptoms vary from person to person."

As Zhang Yang spoke, he became a little confused. He wasn't a chemistry major, so asking him to talk about this was really asking him a lot of trouble!

He said somewhat helplessly, "I don't know the specifics, no one has been poisoned by this."

It is said that in the case ten years ago, the person who was poisoned did not die from the poisoning, but committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Later, during the autopsy, a large amount of unidentified substance was found in his body. The police didn't overlook this detail, which led to the discovery of this substance, designated X.

"What does X mean? Doesn't it mean unknown?" Zhang Yang said, smacking his lips.

Upon hearing this, Wenjie looked at his father lying on the stretcher and was suddenly stunned.

He had a flash of inspiration and connected these two seemingly unrelated things.

The result led to a shocking guess: Could his father have been poisoned by X?

He felt a pang of panic, and his body trembled slightly. He steadied himself and made sure his voice sounded normal as he said:

"Zhang Yang, if someone accidentally ingests X, will they experience symptoms like dizziness, fatigue, or lethargy?"

“Very likely, right? People with neurasthenia can’t sleep well at night, so they’re bound to feel dizzy and lethargic!” Zhang Yang replied casually.

That's right, that matches up.

Wenjie's gaze instantly turned sharp, and the image of the figure standing on the second-floor terrace one evening flashed through his mind.

(End of this chapter)