“He wouldn’t turn his phone off even if he’s asleep,” Nian Junting said angrily. “Which man would turn his phone off at night when he’s seeing someone? What if his girlfriend can’t reach him on the phone when something happens? That’ll be too irresponsible of him!”
“Well, you can’t put it that way. Didn’t Nian Xi say before that he didn’t even own a cellphone in the past? Perhaps he doesn’t really like to answer calls from strangers,” Luosang replied helplessly.
“Are we even strangers? We previously went to Hangzhou together. He even spent the New Year with the Nian Family.” Nian Junting’s fingers trembled as he clutched the steering wheel. “I’ve told her before that she should just work in an office, and yet she chose not to listen. It’s not so easy to be out there solving crimes. There are simply too many violent criminals now.”
“Don’t make it sound so horrifying.” Luosang held his hand and frowned. “I remember Nian Xi mentioning previously that Mo Liuxi had slightly remodeled her bulletproof vest, and it was much sturdier than before.”
“Is his research even reliable?” Nian Junting did not believe Mo Liuxi the slightest. “The robot from last time is the best example.”
“But the watch that he gave was pretty reliable…” Luosang wanted to speak, but she held herself back on second thought.
Nian Junting was no longer in the mood to continue the conversation with her, and it grew quiet within the car.
When they arrived at the hospital, Feng Ji Chuan, Fang Qi, and several other colleagues from the police department were already keeping watch in the ward. Nian Xi laid silently on the hospital bed, and she was put on a ventilator. Her face was pale, and she remained unconscious while the doctors beside her injected her mediation for her.
“How is she?” Nian Junting marched over and directly pulled over an intern doctor, who was standing by the side.
The intern doctor jumped in fright when he saw how aggressive Nian Junting looked. “Her leg… She was shot once in her leg and her chest.”
“She was also shot in the chest?” Nian Junting’s pupils narrowed in fear.
“Fortunately, she was wearing a bulletproof vest. However, as the bullet was fired at a relatively close range, her lungs are showing signs of respiratory failure. For now, she’ll need to rely on a ventilator to breathe,” the chief attending physician stood up and walked over as he explained. “Thankfully, she’s not in a critical condition.”
Fang Qi, who was standing by the side, could feel her heart palpitate as she said, “Nian Xi’s life is truly blessed! She was shot in the chest at such a close range. The rest of us would probably have died even if we were wearing a normal bulletproof vest. Seems like this is all thanks to the bulletproof vest from Professor Jiang.”
Nian Junting frowned, while Feng Ji Chuan had a complicated expression in his eyes. “Where’s Jiang Yuning? Has he come over yet?”
“We didn’t manage to reach him,” Nian Junting replied. He then questioned in a low voice, “What on earth happened tonight? Did you catch the serial killer?”
“We got him. I shot twice at his thighs and hands,” Fang Qi said before smiling bitterly. “It was a miscalculation of strategy. We underestimated how perverse the killer could be. This time, there were a series of cases of missing women from the neighboring town. We managed to identify a suspect, but he noticed our presence and fled. We didn’t expect him to own a gun when we chased after him. Our captain is heading over to the house of the suspect now to rescue the women who have been abducted.”
“We must lock that criminal up for the rest of his life!” Nian Junting said through gritted teeth.
Not long after, the members of the Nian Family and the Murong Family arrived.
They only began to leave one after another when the wee hours came. Meanwhile, Murong Cheng and Nian Junting stayed to take care of Nian Xi.
At 3:00 a.m, the doctor called Nian Junting over. Murong Cheng felt drowsy as she sat on the sofa, but just then, she noticed a silhouette at the entrance to the ward. When the silhouette silently slipped in, Murong Cheng’s eyes snapped open. She then realized that it was Feng Ji Chuan. He was holding onto a pail, along with some towels, a washbasin, and other items such as a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Stunned, Murong Cheng stood up and asked, “Why haven’t you gone home yet?”
“I’m slightly worried since she’s still unconscious.” When Feng Ji Chuan uttered these simple and concise words, there was a subtle hint of concern in his sharp eyes