Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

The dean had never seen Rong Zhi so out of control. He took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "Second Master, don't worry. I'll take Madam Bo's blood right away."

Rong Zhi bent down, tightly grasped Sang Yuwan's hand, which was getting colder and colder, tears welling in his eyes, "Wanwan... Wanwan... wake up... wake up quickly..."

Sang Yuwan's eyelids closed gently, her long lashes like two small fans, casting a faint shadow beneath her lids. Her breaths were long and even, each inhalation and exhalation a silent exchange with the surrounding air, steady and deep, as if she were asleep in an ocean of dreams, far away from the hustle and bustle, free from worries.

Rong Zhi saw that he couldn't wake her up no matter what he did, and he became more and more anxious. Sweat dripped down his forehead one by one.

"Wanwan... wake up..."

The dean fetched the blood-drawing equipment, put on a mask and medical gloves, and said, "Second Master, please roll up Madam Bo's sleeves."

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi took action immediately.

He took off Sang Yuwan's black coat, gently covered her with it, and then began to unbutton the cuffs of her plain clothes.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and it took a lot of effort to untie it.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Some small red dots appeared on Sang Yuwan's fair arms.

Rong Zhi's heart clenched violently, "Dean, look?"

The dean lowered his head and took a closer look. "Is Madam Bo allergic to anything?"

Rong Zhi's chest heaved violently, "It seems not."

The dean calmed down and said, "Second Master, I'll draw Madam Bo's blood first. We'll talk after the test results come out."

Rong Zhi said "hmm" coldly.

The bright red blood quickly gathered in the blood collection tube.

The dean made preparations in advance and collected five tubes of blood.

He then personally sent it to a special laboratory.

Half an hour later.

The test results are out.

The dean's face was solemn, with a deep frown between his brows.

At this time, Sang Yuwan had not woken up yet.

Rong Zhi was extremely anxious, as if his soul was being burned by an invisible flame, and every step he took was on hot gravel.

"Dean, please speak quickly."

The dean's eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his eyeballs were covered with tiny bloodshot veins.

He handed the medical report to Rong Zhi, "Second Master, Madam Bo is in a coma because she was poisoned."

Rong Zhi's eyelids twitched, his lips straightened, and he lowered his eyes to look at the examination report.

Inspection result column: poisoning.

Rong Zhi clenched his fists, veins barely visible beneath his skin. He crumpled the medical report into a ball.

"Now that we know the cause, why don't we get treatment right away?"

It was low and hoarse, like the coldest wind in the middle of the night, passing through the narrow gap, carrying with it a biting chill and indescribable malice.

The dean took two deep breaths, and the red bloodshot in his eyes became more pronounced.

"Second Master, I still don't know what kind of poison Madam Bo was poisoned with. I can only do a preliminary treatment..."

"After checking for a long time, you actually told me you knew nothing."

Every word squeezed out from the depths of Rongzhi's throat was accompanied by a distorted, almost audible friction sound, like a sharp blade slowly sliding across a rough stone surface, which was both harsh and frightening.

The dean unconsciously intertwined his hands, his fingertips turning slightly white due to the force, as if trying to grasp a sense of security, but could only feel his own trembling pulse.

He swallowed, his voice trembling, "Second Master, toxicity tests take time, so..."

boom--

Rong Zhi slammed his desk hard. This blow not only made the documents, pen holder, and computer mouse on the desk jump up and make a chaotic noise, but also seemed to shake the entire room. A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

The dean was terrified, but he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Second Master, does Madam Bo have any samples of today's meal?"

Rong Zhi's eyes darkened and he asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

The dean suppressed his panic and explained, "This way we can take a two-pronged approach and quickly find out what poison Madam Bo was poisoned with."

Rong Zhi immediately took out his cell phone and asked the man in black to bring Sang Yuwan's thermos cup over.

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Time seemed to be stretched out, and every second seemed as long as eternity. Rong Zhi was suffering in this endless waiting. He wanted to go over and cut the cook into pieces, but he couldn't leave Sang Yu'an for a moment.

He was extremely anxious, his face became uglier and uglier, and a hint of scarlet appeared at the corners of his eyes.

After the dean gave Sang Yuwan an IV drip, he went to the toxicology laboratory to keep an eye on her personally.

Rong Zhi sat in front of the hospital bed, looking at Sang Yuwan whose face was getting redder and redder, his heart sank little by little.

The feeling of panic was like an invisible net that bound him tightly and made him sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair and fear.

Shen Yilin is dead, Mingmei is dead.

They all died of poisoning.

Rong Zhi didn't dare to think further.

He stood up and paced back and forth unconsciously. The sound of his rapid and powerful footsteps on the floor formed a sharp contrast with the quiet atmosphere around him.

hum-

The phone vibrated rapidly.

He picked it up and took a look, then quickly answered, "Speak."

"Second Master, we've tried everything, but she still refuses to admit it."

She. The cook.

Rong Zhi's face was like a dense dark cloud, so gloomy that water could almost be squeezed out of it. His eyes were tightly locked, revealing an indescribable heaviness.

"Leave her a breath, and beat her to death."

"Second Master, I'm just short of having her tortured to death, but I still can't pry her mouth open."

Rong Zhi's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, his brows furrowed, as if a heavy burden was weighing on his heart. "Did you tell him that Shen Yilin is dead?"

"No."

"Tell her now." Rong Zhi said coldly.

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Rong Zhi returned to the bedside, slowly bent down, and kissed Sang Yuwan's forehead.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, everything around them became quiet, leaving only the faint but firm heartbeats of each other.

His kiss was gentle and warm, carrying endless care and comfort, as if silently telling her that no matter how noisy the world was, he would always be her safe haven.

"Late night..."

blah-

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the dean walked in quickly.

"Second Master, the toxicity test results are out, it's Hanxiang."

"Han Xiang?" Rong Zhi's eyes suddenly widened, as if they were stretched to the limit by an invisible force in an instant, with an incredible light flashing in his pupils.

This poison is usually only added to aromatherapy and rarely mixed into food.

"Second Master, the residue in Mrs. Bo's thermos cup gave the same result. She was indeed poisoned by the cold fragrance." The dean was sweating profusely, and two drops fell into the corners of his eyes, and he had to raise his hand to wipe them away.

The veins on Rong Zhi's forehead bulged, and fine beads of sweat quickly gathered into beads, slowly sliding down his astonished face.

After a few seconds of silence, his eyes tightened and his expression became sharp. "Now that we have found out, let's quickly prescribe the right medicine."

The dean's breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, and every breath was accompanied by a faint wheezing sound deep in his throat.

"Second Master, the cold incense poison can be fatal in severe cases, and can cause sleeplessness in mild cases. Madam Bo's condition isn't the most serious, but it's not a mild case either..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." Rong Zhi clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was trying his best to resist the waves of emotions surging in his heart.

The doctor took a deep breath, his lips trembling slightly. "The cold fragrance poison has a very serious side effect, which is amnesia..."