The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 469 - 471. New drug developed successfully

"Eden, this time we’ve really encountered a pack of hungry wolves," Su Qing said with a bitter smile. The ferocity in those eyes revealed that the wolves must have been starving for days, and they’d become the most tempting food in their eyes.

"There’s no way out, we have to fight," Eden said in a deep voice, gripping his military knife tightly. They were now completely surrounded by the wolf pack, and if they didn’t fight for their lives, they could only wait to die. Fortunately, there were only about twenty or so wolves in the pack which he estimated to be relatively small. If there had been hundreds or thousands, then they wouldn’t even have had the chance to resist, just wait to die.

Eden and Su Qing stood back to back, firing a few shots at the wolf pack first. Ideally, the sound of gunfire would scare the wolves away, but clearly, they were not that lucky.

The wolves, starving for a long time, were not willing to disperse even after witnessing their companions die. Instead, they closed in on Eden and Su Qing, ready to attack at any moment.

Seeing this, Su Qing and Eden fired several more shots, killing a few wolves. The scent of blood spread through the night air, further inciting the wolves’ bestial nature. Finally, one wolf initiated an attack, and the rest nearly simultaneously pounced at Eden and Su Qing.

The sound of gunfire and the wolves’ howls instantly merged into one. Soon, they had run out of bullets, and Eden and Su Qing switched to their military knives for close combat.

**

Two days ago, at Beijing Airport.

A man in a leather jacket walked out of the airport. He wore sunglasses and carried a suitcase in his hand, talking on the phone, "I know, don’t rush me, I’ve already arrived in Beijing and am heading to the hospital now."

After hanging up, he sighed. As soon as he had stepped out of the terminal, he shivered from the cold. Beijing was truly too cold. He hailed a taxi, "To the Second Military District Hospital."

Peter took off the sunglasses on his face and smiled at Fu Hengyi, "I heard you were looking for me, so I came on my own."

Without a word, Fu Hengyi took Peter directly to Shen Qinglan’s hospital room, "Please check on my wife."

At this point, Shen Qinglan was barely awake for three hours a day, spending most of her time in a deep slumber. Her face was increasingly covered with red blemishes that looked terrifying.

Peter frowned, "What happened?" He only knew that Shen Qinglan’s people were searching the world for him, so after getting the news, he came to Beijing, unclear about the purpose of their search.

"She’s been infected with the virus carried by Qin Yan and Ya Xi," Fu Hengyi said tersely. His voice was extremely hoarse. In the past few days, he had dared not close his eyes for fear that when he opened them again, Shen Qinglan’s breathing would have stopped. Every few minutes, he checked to make sure her breathing was normal and her heart still beating.

"Where’s Eden?" asked Peter. If Eden was so skilled at handling such illnesses, how could things have gotten this serious?

"Eden went to find the cure, we’re missing one ingredient."

"They’ve already developed a cure?" Peter was surprised.

Fu Hengyi didn’t answer, instead he handed over the research reports from Eden and the experts to Peter. Fu Hengyi didn’t understand these things himself, and miscommunicating could lead to trouble, so it was better to let Peter read them directly.

Peter carefully read the report, his expression very solemn, "Take me to the laboratory."

Without a word, Fu Hengyi led the way to the lab. The experts seeing Peter dressed in a lab coat didn’t show the slightest curiosity, assuming he was just one of the research personnel Fu Hengyi had brought in.

"Perfect timing, come and help," one of the experts said to Peter. Approaching, Peter saw a test tube in the man’s hand containing the mutated virus.

Three hours later, when Peter emerged from the lab, he was holding a syringe. He immediately injected the contents of the syringe into Ya Xi’s system and began recording her vital data.

Doug stood to the side, quietly watching the scene unfold. He appeared even more wan and haggard than Fu Hengyi, so much so that he might be described as weathered.

"This medicine can only slow the spread of the virus, but can’t solve the virus," Peter said.

He had gone through all the materials Eden had left behind. In the short term, he could only concoct such a medicine. An antidote was truly beyond his ability, especially since he had never encountered the kind of plant Eden mentioned.

Although he was the one who injected the virus into Qin Yan, and it was his latest discovery, he had never managed to develop an antidote.

"Is there anything else I can do for now, and did Eden say when he would be back?" Peter asked.

Fu Hengyi spoke hoarsely, "Within a week, and nearly two days have already passed."

That meant he had five days left. "I can guarantee that their conditions won’t worsen within these five days."

That was enough. As long as Shen Qinglan and Ya Xi’s illnesses didn’t worsen, they could buy time for Eden to develop an antidote, and their lives would have an extra layer of security.

Peter administered an injection to Shen Qinglan and ensured that both were stable before returning to his lab, where he continued studying the virus.

Although Eden had found a way to solve the issue, there might be more than one road to success. Perhaps he could find another method before Eden brought back that plant, which would mean Shen Qinglan and the others could suffer a little less.

Perhaps it was the effect of Peter’s medicine, but Ya Xi finally regained consciousness that night. Doug looked at her with joyful surprise, "Ya Xi, you’re finally awake."

Her gaze was confounded, as if she didn’t understand what he meant. Her eyes held a childlike innocence, and Doug’s heart sank sharply, recalling Eden’s words that the virus would erode Ya Xi’s neural pathways in the brain, the most obvious symptom being the continuous decline of her intelligence.

So had it affected her to this extent already? With this thought, Doug felt tears welling up in his eyes.

His hand was gently held, and looking down, Doug saw a slender hand, "Doug," Ya Xi spoke softly.

Despite her voice being hoarse and barely audible, it was enough to send Doug into a frenzy of joy, "Ya Xi, do you know who I am?"

Ya Xi’s eyes were full of confusion, "Aren’t you Doug?"

Doug nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I’m Doug, I am Doug," he stammered excitedly.

Ya Xi blinked, "Doug, where is this?" With the initial confusion fading, her eyes were clear.

"This is the hospital, you’ve been ill, in a coma for several days, do you remember?"

Ya Xi shook her head; she didn’t remember. Her mind was in turmoil, with all sorts of strange images surfacing in her mind, but she wasn’t able to discern which were real and which were fake. She only remembered that the man in front of her was named Doug, and that she liked him a lot.

Doug gradually calmed down, "Ya Xi, do you remember how you got here?"

Ya Xi shook her head.

"Then do you remember where you live?"

Ya Xi shook her head.

"What about your family?"

Ya Xi continued to shake her head, "Doug, who are my relatives?"

Doug instantly understood that Ya Xi’s memory was almost a blank slate. She remembered no one other than herself and him. He didn’t know whether this situation was temporary or would persist even after her illness was cured, but Doug hoped for the latter.

Doug touched her forehead, "Your relatives are your brother and your dad, but they don’t know you’re sick yet. I didn’t tell them because I was afraid they would worry. Shall I have them come to see you now?"

To his surprise, Ya Xi shook her head, "Doug, why don’t I remember them?" She had no recollection of the brother and dad Doug mentioned.

"Because you’re sick, you’ve temporarily forgotten them. But it’s just temporary; you’ll remember them soon enough."

Ya Xi nodded, half-understanding, then suddenly clasped her head in pain. Doug’s face changed, "Ya Xi, what’s wrong?"

"My head hurts so much, it feels like it’s about to explode." Ya Xi said in agony. She had just tried to recall her dad and brother when the headache started.

Doug’s gaze shifted slightly, he placed his hand on Ya Xi’s temple and began to gently massage, "Don’t be afraid, the pain will ease soon, just relax."

Ya Xi gradually relaxed and asked, "Doug, what sickness do I have, and how long do I have to stay here?"

"You’ll be discharged soon. Your illness is in a critical phase of treatment and will heal before long." Doug said, not disclosing what the illness was.

Ya Xi uttered an "Oh," blinked, "Doug, I’m really sleepy, I want to sleep."

By the time Doug looked down, Ya Xi had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep. She had once again slipped into unconsciousness, but to Doug, filled with bitterness, this was still much better than her spending all day in a coma.

In Shen Qinglan’s hospital room, Fu Hengyi was sitting by the bed reading to her. The person on the bed had her eyes tightly closed, clearly not awake, but Fu Hengyi didn’t mind and kept on reading.

Shen Qinglan felt as if she had been in a long, complicated dream. She couldn’t remember the scenes from the dream and just wanted to wake up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open her eyes. She could clearly hear Fu Hengyi speaking; she wanted to respond to him but could not open her mouth.

She felt her hand being held, and Fu Hengyi’s voice was gentle and light in her ear, like a spring breeze. She could sense the hesitation and helplessness in Fu Hengyi’s heart, his anxiety and concern. This man was worried about her.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the cry of a child, possibly Anan’s voice. She struggled to open her eyes.

"Hengyi, you should rest for a bit; your aunt will take over for a while," Fu Jingtong said with compassion.

Fu Hengyi shook his head, his voice hoarse, "Aunt, I’ll take care of Qinglan—it’s best if you take care of the home."

He knew Old Sir Fu was ill and ought to visit, but he dared not leave Shen Qinglan’s side and naturally couldn’t care for home matters.

Fu Jingtong sighed, "You don’t have to worry about home. Grandpa said you just need to take good care of Qinglan and yourself. But Hengyi, Qinglan won’t recover overnight. You can’t go on without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Listen to your aunt, go have some food and rest a bit. I promise I won’t leave Qinglan’s side."

"Aunt, just bring the food here. I’ll eat."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jingtong hurried to open the thermos, picked up the chopsticks, and began feeding him, swallowing the food without even chewing. Fu Jingtong, with a slightly sour nose, turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.

She had just gone overseas with Gu Bowen for a vacation. Upon returning, her family had turned upside down: Old Sir Fu fell ill, and Shen Qinglan’s condition was critical and unpredictable.

Fu Jingtong was now residing with the Fu family, dedicated to caring for Old Sir Fu. She had come today to bring food to Fu Hengyi. Seeing him like this, of course, she felt heartache.

"Aunt, I’ll trouble you with grandpa’s care," Fu Hengyi said after finishing his meal, handing the thermos back to Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong sighed, "Alright, but Hengyi, we don’t know when Qinglan’s illness will get better. Even if it’s for her, you must take good care of your own health. If you fall, who will take care of her?"

Fu Jingtong knew that Fu Hengyi cared about Shen Qinglan, so she could only use Shen Qinglan to persuade him. That way, Fu Hengyi might listen.

Fu Hengyi nodded without looking back, "Auntie, take care on your way."

Fu Jingtong took another glance at Shen Qinglan with a complicated look in her eyes. The couple’s love for each other was strong, which should have been a happy thing. But now, Fu Jingtong couldn’t feel happy, their love was too deep. If one was in trouble, the other would probably...

That year when Fu Hengyi had an accident, Shen Qinglan insisted on going to such a dangerous place to find Fu Hengyi despite being pregnant. Now, she was sick, and Fu Hengyi was not eating or drinking as he cared for her.

She was genuinely worried. If Shen Qinglan didn’t make it through this time, Fu Hengyi would be finished.

Only two people were left in the sickroom, and Fu Hengyi’s expression immediately softened, "Qinglan, look, everyone is worried about you. You must be able to feel it, right? So you have to be strong and get through this. I believe you can do it."

**

In the primordial forest, the smell of blood grew stronger, and dawn was breaking. Su Qing and Eden stood back to back, breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on the surrounding wolf pack, with over a dozen wild wolf corpses lying on the ground.

They had fought for a long time, dealt with the first pack of wolves, but didn’t expect the smell of blood to attract another pack. Although it was only a small pack of around twenty wolves, it had drained a lot of their strength.

"Eden, only the last five left," Su Qing said softly, the day had brightened, which was an advantage for them.

The two looked disheveled, covered in blood—all from the wolves—and their clothes were torn in several places.

Eden nodded, "I’ll attack the two on the left, you take the three on the right. Any problem?"

"No problem." Su Qing said, darting out first. Her military knife glistened, stabbing into a wolf’s body, while Eden almost simultaneously lunged out.

When Su Qing turned around after dealing with two wolves, she suddenly saw a wolf pouncing towards Eden’s back. This sixth wolf had apparently been hiding in the dark all along, now seeing its pack being wiped out, it had run out.

Eden was focused on the wolf in front of him and completely unaware of the danger behind him, "Watch out behind you," shouted Su Qing, throwing her military knife. At the same time, the wolf that was fighting with Su Qing saw an opportunity, swiping its claws at her. Su Qing instinctively raised her arm to block, and a gash was carved into her arm by the wolf claws, blood pouring out freely.

Su Qing grunted in pain, lifted her foot, and landed a roundhouse kick directly on the wolf’s neck. A clear snap was heard, and the wolf fell to the ground, lifeless.

Eden turned around; the wolf behind him lay motionless with a military knife in its neck, while Su Qing was holding her arm, clearly injured.

He wanted to come over, but Su Qing said, "Deal with the wolf first."

The wolf in front of Eden was already injured. Eden nodded, quickly finished off the wolf, then ran to Su Qing’s side, "Are you okay?"

Su Qing shook her head, having already wrapped her wound with a piece of clothing, "The smell of blood here is too strong; it might attract other wild animals. We need to move quickly."

Eden nodded, helping Su Qing stand up, "Let’s go."

Both of them were injured, and if other vicious wild animals were lured in, they probably wouldn’t be able to cope, so they had to leave the area as quickly as possible. Shortly after they left, indeed some fierce beasts did come to the scene, but because of the corpses of the wolf pack strewn about, they didn’t track Su Qing and Eden. That was indeed a stroke of luck.

Su Qing and Eden ran for a long time until they finally stopped by a river. Su Qing sat down heavily on a large rock by the riverfront, panting heavily.

Eden was propping himself up to fetch some clean water from the river. "Your wounds need to be washed and dressed immediately."

Because Eden’s combat ability was no match for Su Qing, she had been protecting him throughout their way. Su Qing had many more wounds than Eden, and she didn’t stand on ceremony. They didn’t know what would happen next. After running around in panic earlier, they had lost their way. At this point, they were still some distance from the edge of the Primordial Forest, and it was necessary to bandage the wounds properly to prevent them from slowing them down.

Eden had been carrying the backpack the whole time, and by now it was spattered with blood—blood from the wolves. Allen took out disinfectant alcohol and medical gauze from the backpack, turning his gaze to Su Qing.

Su Qing was straightforward, stripping off her upper garment to reveal her wounded torso. As Eden’s eyes swept over her pale back, he suddenly paused. There were many wounds crisscrossing her back—both new and old, some of them looking several years old.

While applying medicine to her wounds, Eden furrowed his brows. "Have you been injured many times before?"

Su Qing seemed unconcerned. "Is that strange? In our line of work, who can guarantee they won’t get hurt? You have quite a few wounds yourself, right?"

Of course, he had wounds, but they were not as numerous and concentrated as the ones on Su Qing’s body. What had this woman been through in the past for her to be so scarred? If he wasn’t mistaken, one of the wounds had pierced through her chest, right? Such an injury would have killed the average person, but she was fine?

Eden had always thought of Su Qing as an enigma. Shen Qinglan suspected her of being Qin Mu, but Eden couldn’t believe that someone who was thoroughly dead could come back to life. However, Su Qing had never shown any hostility towards them. On the contrary, she had helped them a lot. It seemed inexplicable to say that she wasn’t Qin Mu, considering her actions.

"Who are you, exactly?" Eden suddenly asked.

Su Qing was washing another wound with water when she heard Eden’s question. She paused her movements and then burst into laughter. "Is that important?"

"I really want to know why you are going to such lengths to help us," Eden persisted.

The alcohol stung the wound and Su Qing winced. "Perhaps I just feel an affinity for you guys."

Eden obviously couldn’t believe such a statement. Su Qing chuckled lightly, "Don’t be nervous. I truly have no ill-intentions towards you."

Eden could be certain of that, or else he wouldn’t have let Su Qing accompany him to find the medicine.

"Are you Qin Mu?"

"Why do you all think I’m Qin Mu? If I’m not mistaken, Qin Mu is already dead, right? Do you believe that a dead person can stand alive before you? Do you think she’s risen from the dead?"

Had it been any other time, Eden certainly wouldn’t have believed in such things, but this world was full of incredible occurrences—a resurrection from the dead seemed almost trivial in comparison.

"I actually think you are," he remarked.

"Ha ha, if you think so, then let it be. But couldn’t you be gentler when you’re bandaging? I am a girl after all, can’t you be a bit more gentle?" Although Su Qing said this, her expression was anything but pained—utterly indifferent, showing no sign of discomfort.

Eden subconsciously lightened his touch. Su Qing then said, "You like Qinglan, right?"

Eden’s movements paused, and Su Qing knew she was right. "Don’t deny it. Qinglan is so excellent, and you’ve been with her since childhood. It’s normal for you to fall for her. I’m curious though, considering you’ve known her for so long and have been through life and death together, having had so many chances to confess your feelings, how could you let her marry Fu Hengyi?"

Eden continued to dress Su Qing’s wounds, saying nothing.

Su Qing shook her head. "You must be too slow then. If you had made a move sooner, you might be the one with Qinglan now."

"Not all love needs to be reciprocated to be content. Seeing the other person happy can make one happy as well," Eden finally said, effectively admitting his feelings for Shen Qinglan.

Su Qing scoffed coldly. "You deserve to be on standby with that attitude, no, you’re not even a spare tire."

Eden remained silent, disinclined to counter her words, and hastened his work.

After dealing with the wounds on her back, Eden finally bandaged the cut on Su Qing’s arm—her most serious injury inflicted by a wolf’s claw.

"Thank you," Eden said seriously after finishing the bandages.

Su Qing seemed indifferent. "No thanks needed, I didn’t do it for you. We’ve rested enough; let’s hurry on."

"Alright."

The rest of their journey was relatively smooth, and they finally emerged from the Primordial Forest the next morning—five days after they had arrived.

"I won’t be going back with you. You probably won’t need my help for the rest of the way, so I’m going to leave first," Su Qing waved her hand, ready to leave.

"Wait, Qinglan is still in danger. Are you just going to leave like this? Are you sure?" Eden called out.

"There’s nothing to worry about. You know the formula for the antidote and the final ingredient has been found. Qinglan will be fine. What else is there for me to do?"

"Qinglan would want to see you," Eden said.

A light laugh escaped Su Qing as she lifted her head to the clear blue sky. "Tell her, if it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again." Without looking back, she left. Eden watched her until she disappeared from view before turning to leave himself.

After changing his clothes, Eden headed straight for the airport, returning to Beijing by the evening of the sixth day.

"Eden, you’re finally back. Did you find it?" Doug was excited to see Eden, who nodded. "How are Qinglan and Ya Xi doing?"

"Peter came. The two of them are currently stable."

Eden paused, "You found Peter?"

"No, he came on his own, the second day after you left."

"Where is he now?"

"In the lab."

Eden rushed off, and after changing his clothes, he immediately went to the lab. Peter was testing a new formula that seemed to be somewhat effective against the virus but not ideal.

Knowing Eden had brought back the herb, they dived into the lab together with several experts to develop a new medicine. The plant’s composition was complex, and extraction alone would take a lot of time.

"Three days, I need three days," Eden told Fu Hengyi and Doug.

"Okay," Fu Hengyi affirmed.

Fu Hengyi returned to the ward, and Shen Qinglan had woken up. She had received an injection from Peter at noon. She had a picture in her hand—an image of Anan.

Seeing Fu Hengyi, she placed the photo on the table. She already knew that Eden had returned, but Su Qing had not come back with him. "What did Eden say?"

"He has brought back that plant, but it still needs three days’ time. Qinglan, can you hold on for three more days?" Fu Hengyi’s expression was gentle.

He knew that Shen Qinglan was suffering every day. Starting a few days ago, she had already been in pain all over, and there was even one time she sweated profusely from the pain, clenching her teeth. She was a person of great endurance, normally not even uttering a grunt for ordinary pain.

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Fu Hengyi, don’t worry about me. I’ve made it through far tougher times than this; the suffering now won’t beat me." She knew that Fu Hengyi had also been having a difficult time recently. If one were to judge by appearance, Fu Hengyi was even more haggard than she was.

Fu Hengyi picked up the photo of Anan on the table, "Missing your son?"

"Mm, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, and I wonder how well he’s doing at my cousin’s place."

"If you miss him, I can bring him over."

"No, I don’t want to scare him in my current state," Shen Qinglan said. Her gaze lingered on Anan’s photo a while longer, and Fu Hengyi watched with heartache.

"Fu Hengyi, the sun is really nice today. Take me outside to bask in it," Shen Qinglan said, looking out the window. These past days she had mostly been in a semi-conscious state and had not gone out for a long time.

"Okay," Fu Hengyi replied. He helped her dress and brought a towel to ensure she wouldn’t be chilled by the wind before taking her to the hospital garden downstairs.

It was now the winter in the north, and the garden had no trace of greenery; everything in sight was bare. Shen Qinglan squinted her eyes, "The sun feels warm on my skin."

"If you like it, we can stay here a bit longer," Fu Hengyi spoke softly.

Fu Hengyi pushed her wheelchair to find a wind-sheltered spot and stopped there. Shen Qinglan looked at him and smiled, "Fu Hengyi, you even have gray hair."

Fu Hengyi chuckled, "I’m in my thirties now, how can I not age?"

"Nonsense, a man is in his prime in his thirties. You’re not old at all." Shen Qinglan’s mouth curled into a gentle smile as she took Fu Hengyi’s hand, "I remember Granny Shen passed away in this hospital. She was the kindest person to me, even kinder than grandpa, and she was the first person from the Shen Family to show me unlimited tolerance and love after I returned. Her love for me truly defined selflessness. Fu Hengyi, you probably don’t understand, but Granny Shen brought a light into my world."

Fu Hengyi still remembered that kind elderly woman. His own granny had passed away before he was born, so he had never met her, yet he had always treated Granny Shen as his own, and she was very loving towards him.

When Shen Qinglan decided to return to the Shen Family, it was largely because she had promised Qin Mu that she would go home and be with her family. However, her childhood memories were long blurry, and the many years as an assassin had left her without feelings for the Shen Family. If not for Qin Mu, she might have never returned to the Shen Family in this lifetime. Her nature was cool and detached, making it difficult for her to open up to others. It was Granny Shen’s selfless love and acceptance that melted the thick ice wall in her heart. Granny Shen could be said to be the most important family member in Shen Qinglan’s heart.

Because of this, Granny Shen’s death was a tremendous blow to Shen Qinglan, "When Granny passed away, I truly felt my entire world had darkened. Even though there was still grandpa, but Fu Hengyi, Granny holds a different place in my heart."

"Mm, I know," Fu Hengyi said tenderly. If not for Granny Shen’s special place in Shen Qinglan’s heart, Shen Qinglan would not have married him just to let the old lady pass away in peace.

"Qinglan, you will never be alone in the future. You have me, Anan, and everyone else by your side."

Shen Qinglan leaned on Fu Hengyi and nodded, no longer speaking.

The sun shone on the two of them, casting their embracing shadows on the ground. In that moment, time stood still.

The next day, Shen Qinglan’s condition suddenly worsened again. Not only that, her bodily functions began to decline rapidly. She started to run a high fever, at one point reaching forty degrees, and she was in a delirious state, at times lucid, at times semi-conscious. But whether awake or semi-conscious, her fever showed no signs of abating, and none of the cooling methods Fu Hengyi tried seemed to work.

That afternoon, Shen Qinglan suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood. The dark red blood stained the snow-white sheets, and Fu Hengyi’s face instantly turned pale. He ran out of the ward, stumbling, and began frantically pounding on the door of the research lab.

The development of the new drug had reached its most crucial moment, and success was but one step away. Peter saw Eden engrossed in an experiment and got up to open the door, when Fu Hengyi grabbed Peter and they ran toward the emergency room—Shen Qinglan had just been taken in for resuscitation.

Chu Yunrong stood at the entrance of the emergency room with tears streaming down her face. She had just brought food for Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi—Shen Qinglan vomited blood after the first sip of porridge.

Fu Hengyi stood motionless with a stony face. After a long while, he finally spoke softly, "Mom, please bring Anan here."

Chu Yunrong jerked her head up and stared at Fu Hengyi intently, "Hengyi, Qinglan is still being resuscitated. There’s still hope." To bring Anan now, was it to say goodbye to Qinglan? No, she couldn’t accept it.

"Having Anan here will strengthen Qinglan’s will to live," Fu Hengyi said hoarsely, finishing the latter part of his sentence. Chu Yunrong was momentarily stunned and then quickly understood, "Okay, okay, I’ll go right now."

When Anan was brought to the hospital, Shen Qinglan was still in resuscitation. Fu Hengyi, dressed in a sterile suit with Anan, insisted on entering, but Chu Yunrong blocked Fu Hengyi’s path, "Hengyi, Anan is too young." She couldn’t bear to let her grandson, less than two years old, witness such a cruel scene.

Fu Hengyi, holding Anan and with a cold expression, said, "He is Qinglan’s child; now that Qinglan is in critical danger, he should be beside his mother."

"But Anan is not even two years old!" Chu Yunrong cried, torn between her daughter and her only grandchild.

"Mom, Anan is a boy," said Fu Hengyi. He walked past Chu Yunrong and directly entered with Anan.

Peter had agreed to let Fu Hengyi accompany Shen Qinglan, but he hadn’t expected him to bring Anan in as well. Shocked, he looked at Shen Qinglan lying on the hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed, all her vital signs continuously dropping—this woman was incredibly lucky to have two men who saw her as their life.

Fear filled Anan’s eyes as he clung to his father’s neck, "Daddy."

Ignoring his son’s wishes, Fu Hengyi placed him on the floor and pointed at Shen Qinglan, "Anan, that is your mommy; she is asleep. Go wake her up."

Anan looked at Fu Hengyi blankly. Fu Hengyi pushed him gently, "Go on, tell mommy that Anan is here."

Anan glanced at the direction of the bed, took a fearful step backward, and looked at Fu Hengyi helplessly, "Daddy."

Fu Hengyi’s face darkened as he pointed at Shen Qinglan, "Go, wake up mommy."

Seeing this scene, Peter, who was in the midst of the resuscitation effort, couldn’t bear it, "Fu Hengyi, let it be."

Fu Hengyi turned a deaf ear, just watching his son, who had never seen his father like this before and suddenly started to cry loudly, "Mommy."

The loud cry echoed in the emergency room. Fu Hengyi took Shen Qinglan’s hand, "Qinglan, Anan is calling you, can you hear him? He is crying, can you hear him? This is the child you fought so hard to give birth to; can you bear to leave him?"

"Shen Qinglan, you promised me that you would be there to watch him grow up, have you forgotten?" Fu Hengyi’s resonating voice, accompanied by Anan’s tears, rang in Shen Qinglan’s mind. At that moment, on the adjacent monitor, the rapidly dropping vital signs suddenly halted, and then slowly began to recover. Shen Qinglan slowly opened her eyes.

Meanwhile, in the research lab, an expert looked at the computer screen, his hands trembling slightly, "Quick, quicker," he muttered.

Eden too was fixated on the screen.

On the screen, a cell surrounded a virus and then slowly engulfed it.

"We did it," a loud cheer suddenly erupted in the research lab.