A smile always means trouble.
The person in charge led the group to the place where the leader was imprisoned.
Looking at the emaciated and twisted figure of the leader lying on the ground, the handsome face beneath the brim of the hat was filled with murderous intent.
The military boots stomped heavily on the padded floor, sinking deeply without a sound but conveying immense pressure.
Finally, the military boot stomped heavily on the man's right hand on the ground, which was pressed into the padding.
A "crack" was heard.
"Commander Si!" Zhao Wen exclaimed in shock at his action.
Si Nian twisted his head and glanced back at him, "Isn't it this hand?"
Zhao Wen swallowed, a little scared of Commander Si's demeanor.
"It... it is."
Zhao Wen's voice involuntarily faltered.
Si Nian, with no expression, looked back at the person on the ground and unhesitatingly raised his leg to step on the other hand.
"I haven't seen the autopsy yet, let's observe." Si Nian leisurely patted his trousers and found a stool to sit on.
The group wiped their sweat and waited to the side.
A group of people surrounded a corpse, quietly waiting for the Shen family to arrive.
Before long, Shen Wuyou, carrying a case, was led in.
"Director Zhao." Shen Wuyou nodded at Zhao Wen, and motioned for his assistant to take out the tools to begin.
His gaze fell on Si Nian for a moment. This man was exceptionally noble and as steady as a mountain, very similar to the feeling Qin Ningyi had given him.
Si Nian looked at Shen Wuyou, nodded, and had no intention of speaking.
Although it was called an autopsy, it was no different from dissection.
Shen Wuyou calmly collected the samples he needed and then, the onlookers all looked ashen.
Only Si Nian remained unchanged.
It wasn't until Shen Wuyou was about to leave that Si Nian stood up and looked at his retreating back, "Can it be solved?"
Shen Wuyou turned back, "What?"
"The poison."
As he uttered this word, Shen Wuyou's expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at him.
"What?" Shen Wuyou repeated the two words.
Si Nian adjusted his hat, "You know what I'm talking about."
As Shen Wuyou returned to the laboratory with the case and his assistant, the analysis of the components of Qin Ningyi's medication yielded results.
Qin Ningyi looked at the doctor in disbelief, "Poison?!"
The doctor handed the report to Qin Ningyi, intending to explain it to him.
Qin Ningyi scanned the report at lightning speed and understood.
His face turned ashen. To be honest, although he disliked the bond between Shen Wuyou and Huo Rou and An'an, he could see Shen Wuyou's kindness and sincerity towards them.
He shouldn't have misjudged.
Qin Ningyi clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his emotions.
The doctor continued, "This poison will affect a person's nerves and muscles. According to the data, long-term consumption can inhibit activity, appearing as a state of deep sleep."
The doctor looked at Qin Ningyi's expression and hesitantly added, "If taken for too long, it can lead to permanent sleep."
"We haven't found an antidote yet, but stopping the medication can gradually alleviate it."
It was merely a matter of damage control and stopping losses in time.
Qin Ningyi asked for some tonic medicine, saw the doctor out, and returned to the villa with a livid face.
As night fell, he entered the house and only saw An'an sitting in the living room watching television with Shen Feng.
"An'an, where is your mother?"
An'an sighed, his eyes filled with worry as he glanced upstairs, "Mom went to sleep."
Then he ran over quickly, looking up at him, "Dad, you went to handle things related to Mom, right?"
He had had this feeling after receiving Qin Ningyi's call in the afternoon.
"Yes," Qin Ningyi didn't want him to worry, and simply said, "It's handled."
"An'an, don't worry."
Qin Ningyi looked up and gazed deeply at the room upstairs.
Entering the room, Huo Rou's pale face was buried in the covers.
He took out Huo Rou's bottle of medicine from the drawer. The remaining amount, which was already small, only had two pills left.
And Huo Rou was indeed in a deep sleep, as stated in the test report.
How could she be so unguarded, taking medicine from others so readily?
He walked to the bedside and tenderly nuzzled Huo Rou's face. The air conditioner was not on, and her cheeks were already somewhat cold.
"Little silly cat, your face is frozen like an ice popsicle!"
He turned on the air conditioner, took a hot shower, and held her in his arms, kissing her gently.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
Qin Ningyi looked at her purplish lips and used his warm lips to try and warm her.
He slept fitfully that night and suddenly heard a muffled groan beside him.
Huo Rou's suppressed voice echoed.
Her body trembled slightly.
"Arou, Arou!"
Qin Ningyi frantically turned on the light, only then did he see Huo Rou's furrowed brow and her sweat-soaked hair.
No matter how he called out, Huo Rou did not open her eyes to look at him.
She clutched her chest tightly, her hands trembling uncontrollably, as if in extreme pain.
Qin Ningyi, not even having time to change, picked her up and rushed out.
Ever since the doctor gave his conclusion, he had arranged for a doctor to stay at home when he returned.
"Doctor! Doctor!"
His urgent voice echoed in the quiet, cold night, startling the doctor from his sleep.
Who was calling him?
Was it the calm and collected President Qin from earlier today?
That voice?
Before he could reach the door to open it, it was kicked open from the outside.
"Look at her. Quickly!"
Qin Ningyi stepped forward and placed Huo Rou on the empty bed in the outer room, moving aside to let the doctor examine her.
The doctor then saw Huo Rou's pained expression.
He did not dare to delay, turning on all the monitoring equipment. Nearly half of the instruments were sounding alarms.
"This..." the doctor could not help but clench the hem of his clothes.
Something was wrong.
The symptoms of poisoning should not be this agonizing. They had conducted experiments, and it was clearly a painless sleep!
There must be something wrong!
"She's in so much pain, save her." Qin Ningyi's eyes were red, his voice hoarse.
He was burning with anxiety.
An'an also ran over upon hearing the noise. As he reached the doorway, he heard Huo Rou's pained cries.
The little child's eyes immediately reddened, "Mom!"
Ever since he could remember, Huo Rou had always been gentle, tolerant, and strong.
He had never heard her voice filled with such pain.
And with Huo Rou covered in instruments, he didn't even know how to approach her.
"What happened to Mom?" He held back tears and looked at Qin Ningyi.
His eyes held anticipation, hoping to hear him say, "It's nothing."
"Mom is sick, shall we let the doctor examine her and find a way?" Qin Ningyi crouched down and hugged An'an, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
"Can Q Company's latest developed painkiller be used?" Qin Ningyi looked up at the doctor.
As a pharmaceutical company, Q Company was known to all doctors.
And Q Company had recently invested heavily in developing a painkiller, which was extremely expensive and practically priceless.
It was precisely because of the exceptional clinical performance of that painkiller that it was now only heard of but not seen.
"It should be..."