Haiyue's heart skipped a beat, "Butler Li, take me to find that hair immediately!"
"Uh...oh."
They used the fastest speed to find the hair of the old lady's daughter, and then Haiyue rushed to the hospital with them.
At first, Xia Dongye didn't agree with Haiyue's move. After all, the purpose of tampering with data was...
However, after hearing what Haiyue said, he finally reluctantly agreed.
After seeing Xia Dongye nod, Haiyue breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew that doing this made Xia Dongye very embarrassed, and in serious cases it might affect Xia Dongye's medical career, but she really had no other way...
Because now, apart from Secretary Lin, the only person she can trust is Xia Dongye...
Moreover, only by doing this can we suppress the matter...
Haiyue sighed tiredly, said goodbye to Xia Dongye, and turned to go to the ward to see Sikong Jingqiu.
The three days Xia Dongye mentioned have passed and Sikong Jingqiu has not woken up yet.
Although his physical condition has improved a lot and he has been transferred to an ordinary VIP ward, he still has to wear a respirator to maintain the oxygen his body needs.
Haiyue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with tubes inserted all over his body, her eyes reddened uncontrollably again.
Who is so cruel and wants to put Sikong Jingqiu to death?
Haiyue wiped the mist from her eyes, held Sikong Jingqiu's pale, paper-like fingers, and quietly stared at his gray and sick face, what happened in his mind a few days after he fell into coma.
I wanted to tell Sikong Jingqiu, but when I opened my mouth, my throat seemed to be choked again, and I couldn't make a sound.
After swallowing several times, I finally managed to spit out broken words, my voice full of suppressed sadness: "Why... you're not awake yet?"