Chapter 282: Absolutely Do Not Want This In Case
The hospital was deserted in the early morning, windows and doors sealed tightly. Footsteps echoed, exceptionally clear. Xiao Da pursued, transitioning from the fire escape to the elevator, then racing ahead of the elevator to the first floor, waiting in ambush.
Yao Nianci darted out of the elevator, and a figure blocked her path.
A few more steps to the doorway. In the darkness of the early morning, a red light from an electronic screen flashed. Not far away, car lights flickered. He saw the situation in the hall, and the driver got out of the car.
Xiao Da had already perceived this. He glanced at the driver and looked at Yao Nianci, “Why are you here?”
Liang Wenfei and Liu Qingsong were getting married in Hong Kong. Yao Nianci, as his mother, had not yet attended the ceremony, but she appeared after the registration.
At this time, Xiao Da couldn’t help but suspect her motives.
“I came to see Chaosu.”
Xiao Da glanced over. Behind the driver followed a bodyguard, tall and thin, with sharp, bright hawk eyes and steady steps, his stance solid. From his appearance, he was clearly skilled in martial arts.
He smiled, “Then why didn’t you contact me in advance? You were already at the door just now, and you didn’t come in.”
Yao Nianci suppressed her anger, all her arrogant temper stifled. “He probably doesn’t want to see me.”
The bodyguard was close by. Xiao Da’s suspicion grew.
In her youth, Yao Nianci had a husband, and in middle age, she had a son. She held a high status among noblewomen, commanding respect with a single call.
Socializing, currying favor, probing, and uniting – she did not concern herself with any of it. Choosing bodyguards, martial prowess was secondary; appearance, physique, and temperament were crucial to project an impressive, dazzling image.
After returning to the country, she became very low-key. She no longer attended occasions where she would be praised, dedicating herself to socializing with the wives of the nobility, acting as a liaison for Liang Zhengping.
The wives had their own security detail and emphasized being low-key. Her ostentatious bodyguards were useless, and she looked down on the “plain” ones, so she brought none.
Tonight, she came prepared, likely with malicious intent.
“I understand your maternal concern. Mr. Liang’s visiting hours are limited each day, but the doctor is still here. Shall I take you to understand Mr. Liang’s condition?”
The driver interjected, “Assistant Xiao, Madam—”
Xiao Da’s face turned cold. “Before you started your job, didn’t the butler train you on driver protocols?”
Yao Nianci clenched her fist. “Before you started your job, didn’t Chaosu train you on assistant etiquette?”
“Of course,” Xiao Da said mercilessly. “Not just etiquette, but also risk avoidance and emergency response. Are you not here at the hospital to inquire about Mr. Liang’s injuries?”
She was cornered.
If she insisted on leaving, it would be obvious her intentions were good. If she stayed, she would fall right into Xiao Da’s trap to keep her there.
The hospital had surveillance cameras, on-duty nurses, and gatekeepers. If someone from the Lin family arrived, it couldn’t be kept secret.
Yao Nianci’s palms began to sweat. The bodyguard tensed, and Xiao Da narrowed his eyes.
A person rushed in through the main gate, breaking the atmosphere.
“Hello, Mr. Xiao.” The person strode forward and extended a hand. “I am Guo Pu, legal consultant for Mr. Lin Lanfeng. I have been entrusted by Miss Mo Liancheng to return a document to Mr. Liang Chaosu. Is Mr. Liang available now?”
Xiao Da was startled.
Yao Nianci clenched her bag, her gaze avoiding Guo Pu.
“Entrusted by Miss Liancheng?” Xiao Da’s eyelids twitched. “What document?”
The person glanced around and then smiled at Xiao Da. “Mr. Xiao, this probably isn’t a convenient place.”
Xiao Da gazed at Yao Nianci for a few seconds, then gestured. “Mr. Guo, please come with me.”
The elevator door opened, and Xiao Da’s figure disappeared.
Yao Nianci’s legs felt weak. The driver supported her. “Director Liang didn’t miscalculate. His return to help us indicates that the Lin family is pleased with this outcome.”
Yao Nianci quickly fled. “Let’s go, book plane tickets, and return to Nan Province immediately.”
The driver yanked open the car door. “What about Miss? She arranged to meet you at the Intercontinental.”
Yao Nianci struggled intensely in her eyes. “Next time, the recording is more important.”
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After Liancheng boarded the plane, she suddenly developed a high fever.
During this period, the situation had escalated dramatically, and her nerves were as taut as high-voltage wires.
Now that her carefully planned endeavors had yielded results, the sudden relaxation was like a floodgate opening. If the floodgates hadn’t been opened, everything would have been normal. But once opened, her body and spirit plummeted.
All her blood vessels and meridians felt as if they were bursting, as if sulfuric acid had been poured into them, corroding down to the bone marrow, burning intensely as if being roasted.
Lin Xianzi had been uneasy ever since she learned that Liancheng had used the progesterone injections from the Iceland batch.
She had specifically brought a private doctor when boarding.
Now, Liancheng lay prostrate in her arms, burning with fever and unconscious. Even the special medicine used by the private doctor was of no avail.
They had considered emergency landings several times along the route but ultimately persisted until Budapest.
As soon as the plane landed, she received a call from an unknown number in China, almost blowing up her phone.
She was flustered and panicked, unable to pay attention to anything else. Only after Liancheng was hospitalized and her fever temporarily subsided did she turn her phone back on.
The unfamiliar number immediately popped up. Lin Xianzi frowned and pressed to answer.
“Ms. Lin, has Miss Liancheng exhibited symptoms of illness, such as a high fever? Coma? Or a rash all over her body? If you have already arrived at your destination, you must check her liver and kidneys first.”
Lin Xianzi abruptly stood up. “Who are you? How do you know Liancheng’s condition?”
The stool was suddenly knocked askew and fell to the ground with a bang, the loud noise echoing in the hospital room.
On the hospital bed, the small mound of the white sheet trembled violently. Lin Xianzi rushed to the bedside.
Liancheng’s eyes remained closed, her cheekbones a terrifying crimson. She became hot again, and Lin Xianzi screamed for a doctor with all her might.
On the phone, Bo Yizhang’s expression was grim. After listening to the ensuing commotion for a while, Lin Xianzi hung up.
He immediately dialed another number, calling Xiao Da.
“Madam Liang’s illness is likely serious.”
Xiao Da glanced at his watch. It was almost noon. Estimating the time, Lin Xianzi’s plane had landed less than an hour ago.
He asked, “Did you get through to Lin Xianzi’s phone?”
“Yes,” Bo Yizhang replied concisely. “I heard her conversing with the local doctor. Madam Liang had a persistent high fever during the flight, and the medication was ineffective. She developed a butterfly-shaped rash on her limbs, and it had just appeared on her cheeks.”
Xiao Da’s breathing grew heavy. “What you and Mr. Liang speculated earlier—”
“The worst-case scenario,” Bo Yizhang stated firmly. “Mr. Liang did not want to alarm Madam Liang, so he only mentioned the mildest speculation: chronic liver failure. However, the side effect of the progesterone injections from the Far East Hospital is severe damage to the human immune system. Liver failure is merely a minor symptom; systemic lupus erythematosus is the root cause.”
Xiao Da’s hurried steps turned into a mad dash. “Has Lin Xianzi’s diagnosis been confirmed?”
“No, when she hung up the phone, the doctor mentioned that the comprehensive examination results would be available in two hours.”
Xiao Da urgently pressed the elevator button. “The afternoon you left, Mr. Liang contacted the chief director in Jingdu. At that time, Madam showed no abnormal symptoms. The chief director thought it was unlikely, as the early symptoms of this disease are very obvious.”
Bo Yizhang remained silent. He stood by his diagnosis.
Xiao Da entered the elevator. “Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll give you the chief director’s phone number and address. You should contact him immediately, go to the airport, and fly to Budapest with him.”
“Okay, I’ll pack now and book a ticket.”
“No need. Take Mr. Liang’s private jet. The flight route, local accommodation, and the assistant upon landing – Mr. Liang has already made preparations. Just bring your passport. Mr. Liang has also briefed the chief director.”
Bo Yizhang was momentarily stunned. He knew that after he left Hong Kong that afternoon, Liang Chaosu hadn’t taken Liancheng for a physical examination, indicating that it was an important matter to be postponed. He also knew that Liang Chaosu had consulted other doctors.
However, he had not expected his arrangements to be so far-reaching and comprehensive. Given all the developments and possibilities, how much had he done privately? Was he truly brilliant, having precisely calculated this outcome?
Or was he meticulously thorough, having prepared for every eventuality, determined to prevent any “what ifs” from befalling Madam Liang?
