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The sky over the city was a clear, deep blue.

As soon as Song Yunqi got off the plane, she went straight to Ruihe Private Hospital, which was mentioned in the email.

This hospital is located in the newly developed eastern district of Shanghai, where the surrounding facilities are not yet complete and the area is sparsely populated.

The car drove through a large, empty construction site and finally stopped in front of a white main building with a very modern appearance.

Pushing open the car door, the warm breeze of late spring rushed in. Song Yunqi raised her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight and stepped into the hall.

The entire building was empty.

The hospital, which was only a few years old, still had the lingering smell of building materials in the air; it was somewhat pungent, but not strong.

There were only two nurses at the front desk, heads down, organizing files. Occasionally, one or two medical staff would pass by in the corridor, their footsteps echoing clearly in the empty passageway.

Song Yunqi suppressed the strange feeling that was rising in her heart.

He walked to the service desk and politely asked, "Hello, could you tell me which ward Meng Zhaoyuan is in?"

Upon hearing this, one of the nurses immediately looked up, and whether it was just her imagination or not, she seemed somewhat flustered and uneasy.

She typed a few quick words on the computer, then pointed to the elevator on the left: "It's on the sixth floor, in the intensive care unit, room 602. But it's not visiting hours now; you'll need to sign the registration form first."

"Thanks."

Song Yunxi quickly signed her name.

After confirming the visitor's identity, the nurse's expression turned strange, and she subtly pressed the button next to her right.

But the young man didn't notice any of this. He turned and walked towards the elevator. The elevator doors closed, and the red floor number began to slowly rise.

The metal car walls were as smooth as a mirror, faintly reflecting his figure.

Looking at her reflection, Song Yunxi's expression was cold and stern, her face pale, but her eyes held an barely suppressed anxiety.

"Huff... huff..."

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

After all, Meng Zhaoyuan's current predicament is all his own doing.

When they were in Beijing, they were very worried about each other and were willing to risk danger to visit each other. But when it came to the final moment, they inexplicably started to get nervous.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor.

The lighting here is poor; the main lights are not on in the dark corridor, only the green fluorescent light from the emergency exit casts a cold glow.

Song Yunxi followed the signs and walked inside, her leather shoes making a dull sound as they stepped on the floor.

The door to ward 602 was ajar.

He walked to the door and looked inside through the glass.

A person was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin white blanket, while the electrocardiogram monitor next to them was beeping regularly.

Song Yunqi pushed open the door and walked in, calling softly, "Zhaoyuan, are you awake?"

No response.

His heart sank. He strode forward and ripped off the thin blanket covering the man's head.

Below is a completely unfamiliar face.

It wasn't even a patient, but a young man tied to a hospital bed, his mouth taped shut, staring at him with terrified eyes, making muffled cries for help.

be cheated.

Alarm bells rang in Song Yunqi's mind.

Without bothering to untie the man's ropes, he turned and ran out the door.

Before he could even touch the doorknob, the slightly ajar door was forcefully pushed open from the outside. Two tall men dressed in black blocked the doorway, one of them holding a wet white towel.

Song Yunqi wanted to find some self-defense tools in the room to make herself less passive, but the other party was extremely fast.

A strong, pungent smell of ether instantly filled the narrow hospital room.

The man's thick arms tightened around his neck, and he pressed a wet towel against the young man's mouth and nose.

"Well……"

Song Yunqi struggled desperately, her knees slamming into the opponent's lower body, but the other person held her limbs down with their combined strength.

The violent struggle accelerated the inhalation of the drug, and her vision blurred for a moment, with the scenery in front of her beginning to spin and overlap wildly.

His only thought was to protect his stomach, but his hands had already lost all strength.

「သူ့ကိုဖမ်းမိပြီ」

—They've been caught.

"အကြီးကသူ့ကိုမထိခိုက်ဖို့မပြောထားဘူး"

—The orders from above are that this person must not be harmed.

Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, he heard a few words spoken in a foreign accent.

……

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery around me had completely changed.

Song Yunqi lay on a wooden bed covered with rough linen sheets.

An old ceiling fan was slowly spinning overhead, emitting a persistent, irritating creak. The air was thick with a strange mixture of gasoline, rubber, and spices.

The sunlight outside the window was exceptionally harsh, unlike the gentle warmth back home.

Song Yunxi propped herself up on the edge of the bed and sat up.

His body was extremely sore and weak, but thankfully his abdomen was calm and stable, and the baby was doing well, which secretly relieved him.

I got up, walked to the window, and pushed open the wooden blinds to look outside.

Outside is a courtyard enclosed by a tall stone wall.

Several men with rough, sallow skin, wearing military green T-shirts, were chatting idly while holding guns. Because of the hot weather, they were all lazily squatting in the shade smoking.

The bullet belts they wore and the tattoos on their exposed skin all testified to the chaos and lawless nature of this land.

The faint sounds of a bustling market, mixed with unfamiliar languages ​​I couldn't understand, drifted into my ears.

What is certain is that he has gone abroad, and there is a very high probability that he is in Myanmar.

This is the Lu family's overseas headquarters.

Song Yunxi's fingers unconsciously gripped the window frame.

The only person who could set up a dark web in such a short time and smuggle him out of the country without police surveillance is Lu Jinci.

There was also a mole within his search team.

Even the so-called news of "finding Meng Zhaoyuan" was a bait tailor-made for him from the very beginning.

Because he was too impatient, he ended up sending himself to his death.

What happened to Meng Zhaoyuan?

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open from the outside.

A young woman, around twenty years old with slightly dark skin, walked in carrying a tray.

The tray was filled with a sumptuous meal, still steaming and fragrant.

Song Yunxi looked at her coldly.

The girl flinched under his gaze, hurriedly placed the tray on the table, clasped her hands together in prayer, and uttered a string of rapid words in the local language.

Song Yunxi tentatively took two steps forward and spoke in Chinese, "Where is this? Let me out."

The girl clearly didn't understand and was so frightened that she took two steps back.

Fear flickered in her large eyes, as if the person standing before her was not a prisoner under house arrest, but a noble figure whom she could not touch.

She kept waving her hands, even afraid to meet Song Yunxi's gaze, then turned and hurriedly opened the door and slipped out, locking the iron gate from the outside again.

Song Yunxi looked at the food on the table and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

The benefits are quite good.

They are not bound by ropes and are provided with nutritious food.

Lu Jinci spared his life, feeding and caring for him well, but his intentions remained a mystery.

Song Yunqi didn't think that after bringing down the Lu family, he would still be treated kindly by them; it would be quite good if he wasn't ground to dust on the spot.

He sat silently at the table, picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began to eat. Although he had no appetite and even felt nauseous, he forced himself to swallow small bites at a time.

There is an undeveloped life inside him; he has no right to demean himself.

The meal was exceptionally difficult to eat; the stuffy air made it hard to breathe, and the fan spun weakly, doing absolutely nothing.

It's late spring in China, and the temperature has been kept in the 20s, making it warm and pleasant. But suddenly, when I arrived in the hot Southeast Asia, the temperature soared to the 30s, which was really hard to get used to.

The food looked plentiful, but it was all local cuisine, heavy on oil and spices, and tasted sour and fishy. It must have used a lot of fermented ingredients, which was hard for Song Yunqi, who had a light appetite, to get used to.

The sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The guards' voices vanished instantly, replaced by the respectful thud of leather shoes hitting the ground.

"Click".

The sound of the brass lock turning on the door was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

The wooden gate was pushed open by two bodyguards in black.

Song Yunqi sat in the chair, calmly looking out the door.

Lu Jinci walked in surrounded by a group of armed bodyguards.

He was wearing a floral shirt and shorts, with the collar open, revealing a gruesome, freshly ripped scar on his collarbone.

His hair was somewhat disheveled, his eyes were sunken, and his eyeballs were covered with scarlet blood vessels. He exuded a desperate, madness.

But the moment he saw Song Yunqi, his sinister eyes surged with emotion, eventually uncontrollably stirring up complex waves.

It is both overwhelming hatred and morbid love.

"Yunxi".

"You did a great job."