Qi Yanjue lowered his eyes in thought. Yes, his willpower was the strongest in the entire team. In the past, whenever he was injured, he always remained conscious. But this time…
This time, he had been completely unconscious, unaware of anything. If Song Yueying had wanted to kill him, it would have been effortless.
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the hospital bed beside him.
When Zhao Yiheng noticed Qi Yanjue looking at Song Yueying, he also turned to look at her, his emotions complicated yet tinged with an inexplicable excitement.
For a moment, the ward was so quiet that only Song Yueying’s steady breathing could be heard. She was sleeping deeply, completely absorbed in her dream, unaffected by their conversation.
Of course, that was also because both of them had deliberately lowered their voices.
After a long silence, Qi Yanjue finally spoke. “Yiheng, are there any special medicines outside that can heal wounds within two hours, or even faster?”
“Heal wounds in two hours or less? You’re dreaming,” Zhao Yiheng said firmly. “Even the best medicines in the world can’t do that.”
“The human body has its own healing ability; medicine is only supportive. A minor injury usually takes about five or six days to heal, while serious injuries take at least half a month.”
“And that’s all under the condition that the wound doesn’t get infected. Wait a second…”
Thinking of Qi Yanjue’s injuries, Zhao Yiheng suddenly looked at him sharply. “Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Have you seen such a miracle drug before?”
“I haven’t,” Qi Yanjue shook his head.
Zhao Yiheng lowered his eyes in disappointment, deeply experiencing what it meant to have high hopes and then be let down.
However, Qi Yanjue’s next sentence immediately revived him as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
“I haven’t seen such a medicine,” Qi Yanjue said, “but I have seen someone’s wound heal within two hours, and leave no trace that they were ever injured.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden pain shot through his arm. Qi Yanjue withdrew his gaze and looked down. No wonder it hurt, his arm was being tightly gripped by Zhao Yiheng’s hands.
Unfortunately, the grip landed right on his injured area.
Qi Yanjue’s expression darkened. He raised his hand and brushed Zhao Yiheng’s hand away. Zhao Yiheng didn’t pay attention to it; he was already excitedly asking, “Where did you see this person?”
“Take me to meet them too.”
Qi Yanjue didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced at Song Yueying lying on the next hospital bed.
Following his gaze, Zhao Yiheng also looked at her. Without needing an answer, he already guessed it. “The person you’re talking about is her.”
Having grown up together since childhood, they were so in sync that they could understand each other without words.
Zhao Yiheng suddenly remembered that when Qi Yanjue had just woken up, he had kept staring at Song Yueying’s forehead. He had found it strange at the time, but now he finally understood that all those unusual reactions had a reason.
He suddenly stood up, but the moment he took a step forward, his wrist was grabbed. Then he heard Qi Yanjue ask, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to check her forehead and see if it’s like you said,” Zhao Yiheng replied matter-of-factly.
“Are you sure you can tell?” Qi Yanjue asked.
Zhao Yiheng nodded, then added, “As long as you can guarantee she really was injured there, I can tell.”
Qi Yanjue fell silent. He remembered how Song Yueying had repeatedly insisted that he was mistaken, but he was certain he had not remembered wrongly.
“I won’t be wrong,” Qi Yanjue said firmly. “The injury on her forehead happened when she panicked and ran into a wall. When she fell, her forehead was covered in blood.”
“That must have been a serious impact. I have to go take a look,” Zhao Yiheng said. Just from Qi Yanjue’s description, he could already imagine what had happened at the time.
Song Yueying had accidentally stumbled into the enemy encirclement targeting Qi Yanjue. She must have been terrified at the time, otherwise she wouldn’t have panicked and ended up crashing headfirst into a wall.
“Stop looking,” Qi Yanjue said pragmatically, pointing out the reality. “If you go over there and wake her up, how are we supposed to continue talking?”
Zhao Yiheng felt there was some sense in that, so he gave up the idea of taking a closer look at Song Yueying’s forehead. Instead, he could only observe from across Qi Yanjue’s bed and the aisle in between.
On the other bed, Song Yueying was fast asleep, completely unaware of anything going on around her.
Perhaps it was the distance, but after staring for a long time, Zhao Yiheng still saw nothing unusual, only a smooth forehead and a few strands of loose hair.
Suppressing his disappointment, he sat back down by Qi Yanjue’s bedside. “Could it be that you survived because you used that special medicine?”
“I’m not sure,” Qi Yanjue frowned. He had been unconscious at the time. If Song Yueying hadn’t told him she gave him pills, he wouldn’t even know he had taken anything.
Thinking of the white pill she had offered him in the afternoon, one he had refused, Qi Yanjue told Zhao Yiheng about it as well.
“I really don’t know what to say about you,” Zhao Yiheng pointed at him, clearly frustrated and disappointed.
There had clearly been a pill right in front of him that could have been studied, but he hadn’t taken it.
So infuriating, truly infuriating.
Qi Yanjue, however, didn’t feel it was a pity at all.
Zhao Yiheng’s eyes were burning with excitement. He cautiously asked, “Do you think if I go over now, wake her up, and ask for a pill, she would give me one?”
“No,” Qi Yanjue answered without hesitation.
Not only would she not give it, he might even get scolded.
The excitement in Zhao Yiheng’s eyes instantly cooled. He sighed repeatedly. Then suddenly, another shameless idea occurred to him. He stood up and looked at Qi Yanjue eagerly.
“Or how about I beat you up?”
“I’ll make it more dramatic. When she wakes up, you say you were attacked again and your injuries worsened. You might not make it through the night. Maybe then she’ll give you a pill.”
It was indeed a rather unscrupulous idea, but it might actually work!
“You really are my good friend,” Qi Yanjue said through gritted teeth.
Just to get his hands on Song Yueying’s pills, he was even considering beating up a seriously injured comrade. Was he not afraid of accidentally killing him?
Truly, sacrificing others to save oneself.
Zhao Yiheng also knew his idea was shameless. He scratched his nose and tried to encourage him. “For the sake of our comrades, enduring a bit of suffering is worth it, right?”
Qi Yanjue’s only reply was one word: “Get lost.”
“I’m trying to discuss this properly with you. Why are you telling me to get lost at every disagreement?” Zhao Yiheng looked hurt.
Qi Yanjue was so disgusted he almost felt sick. He gritted his teeth and asked, “Do you think Song Yueying is that easy to fool?”
Zhao Yiheng instantly fell silent.
Thinking of what he had heard from the rescued women and children, the fact that multiple police searches had failed to find them, yet Song Yueying had succeeded, and combined with how she helped Will testify and worked with the police and hospital to investigate Nurse Xiao Zhang, ultimately exposing her as a long-hidden spy…
If someone said Song Yueying was easy to fool, he would be the first to not believe it.
Seeing Zhao Yiheng’s reaction, Qi Yanjue already knew the answer in his heart.
After a moment of silence, he said, “Send someone to Qingshan Commune, Fourth Brigade, First Team to investigate Song Yueying’s past. Overnight.”