"Wang Mingshuai, you really made a good friend."
After Li Qianfan finished reading Zhao Lianjin's message, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Su Ziyu said, "On the way here, I thought about calling the police and searching for Zhao Lianjin overnight. But then I thought, if he dared to do this, he must have planned his escape route. It would be difficult for the special forces to find him at night."
"Yes, you are absolutely right. Let's have Boss Papi call the police after daybreak."
Li Qianfan nodded and turned, "Let's go, I'll wake Wang Mingshuai up first."
Su Ziyu, however, said, "Wait."
Li Qianfan stopped in his tracks.
Su Ziyu took out her phone, turned on the video recorder, and placed it on the nearby cabinet.
Li Qianfan was somewhat puzzled.
Su Ziyu held his hand and said earnestly, "Qianfan, repeat what you just said. About how long Wang Mingshuai can live after being woken up. And whether President Dai can withstand another devastating blow."
Although he still didn't fully understand why Su Ziyu was doing this, Li Qianfan recounted everything as she asked.
Su Ziyu asked, "We can't tell him how long Wang Mingshuai can live, right?"
Li Qianfan nodded, "Right. Otherwise, the mental pressure of potentially dying suddenly at any moment could crush him."
Su Ziyu continued, "But we also can't tell President Dai this cruel truth."
Li Qianfan was taken aback.
He thought they should tell Dai Paipai this harsh reality. That way, after being psychologically prepared, she wouldn't be too devastated when Wang Mingshuai eventually died.
"Qianfan, this is my thinking."
Su Ziyu explained, "If you tell President Dai the truth, she will be burdened with stress day and night during the remaining time Wang Mingshuai has. Perhaps she'll cry in her sleep and accidentally let it slip to Wang Mingshuai. Since you've risked your life and can only keep Wang Mingshuai alive for at most two months, why don't we allow President Dai to completely relax mentally during this short period and enjoy her previous happy life?"
Li Qianfan suddenly understood.
He nodded vigorously, "The reason you're recording our conversation is so that when Wang Mingshuai suddenly dies and Boss Papi suffers another heavy blow, you can show her this. That way, she'll feel a bit better. At least, she genuinely experienced happiness for a while."
Su Ziyu nodded.
"Wife, you are truly meticulous and considerate. I'm not as good as you."
If it weren't for the fact that this video would be shown to Dai Paipai later, Li Qianfan would have embraced her.
Su Ziyu puffed out her chin proudly, but then she thought of something. "Qianfan, will it be very tiring for you to use acupuncture to save Wang Mingshuai?"
Li Qianfan was surprised, "How did you know?"
"That's what they always say in novels."
Su Ziyu's gaze softened, and she raised her hand to straighten his collar. "Go ahead. No matter how tired you are, I will take care of you."
Li Qianfan couldn't hold back anymore. He opened his arms and hugged Su Ziyu gently before hurrying out.
"If only there were no bad people trying to seize my family fortune and covet my beauty, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Su Ziyu murmured softly and picked up her phone.
Outside the emergency room.
Dai Paipai finally finished reading the letter left by Zhao Lianjin.
She read it word by word, wishing she could chew them all up and swallow them.
"Mingshuai, you were truly blind. When it comes to your poor choice of friends, you truly deserve to die."
As Dai Paipai thought this for the 66th time, the sky began to brighten.
Su Ziyu, who had been by her side, also hadn't slept all night.
Although she wasn't inside the emergency room, she had overheard the nurses coming and going, saying that Li Qianfan was very tired.
She felt a pang of concern.
Finally!
The emergency room door opened, and a nurse rushed out, exclaiming with surprise, "Dean Su, the son-in-law has saved the patient!"
*Plop.*
Dai Paipai, who was sitting on a chair, trembled and collapsed onto the floor.
Su Ziyu's eyes also lit up, but she quickly asked, "How is the son-in-law doing now?"
"I'm fine."
Li Qianfan walked to the entrance of the emergency room and looked at Su Ziyu and Dai Paipai, smiling.
He gripped the doorframe tightly, his face pale.
Dai Paipai got up, rushed over, and threw her arms around Li Qianfan.
She held him tightly, sobbing with emotion, "Thank you, thank you!"
For the first time, Su Ziyu didn't mind her little husband being held by another woman.
Because at this moment, she could truly feel Dai Paipai's excitement.
Dai Paipai's embrace of Li Qianfan was one of pure gratitude.
"You're welcome. Go and see him."
Li Qianfan forced a smile and patted her shoulder.
Dai Paipai calmed down and, as she let go of him, said in a very low voice, "Dad, thank you so much."
This was also a genuine expression of gratitude.
Li Qianfan, whose physical strength was completely depleted, deserved it wholeheartedly.
Dai Paipai quickly walked into the emergency room.
Su Ziyu came over, supported Li Qianfan, and asked, "Shall I carry you?"
Li Qianfan spread his arms, "Please."
Under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen medical staff (who had arrived for their shifts as the day broke, including Old Huang and others) and several special police officers (Dai Paipai had reported the incident after daybreak), Su Ziyu gracefully carried her little husband on her back.
Applause erupted.
Especially from Dr. Ma and the others who had participated in the rescue; their applause was particularly loud.
Wang Mingshuai had been collectively given up for dead by them.
Yet, Li Qianfan had literally pulled him back from the brink of death.
He was truly worthy of the title "miracle doctor" and deserved everyone's most sincere applause.
Li Qianfan, lying on Su Ziyu's back, waved to everyone like a victorious hero.
"No wonder our Dean never looked at men with much interest before. It turns out the Dean was waiting for the son-in-law."
Old Huang said with great emotion, watching the retreating figures of Su Ziyu and Li Qianfan.
Dr. Ma and the others nodded in agreement.
Su Ziyu carried Li Qianfan back to the rest room in the office.
After helping him take off his shoes and covering him with a blanket, she discovered that he had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Su Ziyu sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching him for a long time without moving.
When Zeng Ting gently knocked on the door to ask her what she wanted for breakfast, Su Ziyu finally reached out.
Her finger brushed over the downy mustache on Li Qianfan's lips, and she whispered in a low voice, "Little husband, Ziyu belongs to you. Only you. Anyone who dares to take me will either die, or they will."
Su Ziyu tucked the blanket around Li Qianfan, leaned down and gave his forehead a gentle kiss, then stood up and hurried out.
In the special care ward.
Dai Paipai, also sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her husband's left hand, finally wiped away her tears of joy. "Mingshuai, you sleep for a while. When you've recovered your strength, I'll tell you what happened and who it was that pulled you back from the gates of hell."
"Paipai, I feel like I've slept for a very long time. I don't want to sleep anymore."
Wang Mingshuai's voice was weak, "Tell me, what exactly happened? That day on my birthday, why did I suddenly have excruciating abdominal pain and my consciousness quickly fade?"
Seeing that he was indeed stable and his eyes were becoming brighter, Dai Paipai asked, "Mingshuai, do you remember Zhao Lianjin?"
Wang Mingshuai smiled, "Lianjin? He's my sworn brother. How could I not remember?"
"Your sworn brother? Heh heh."
Dai Paipai gave a bitter laugh, took out a piece of paper, and said, "Mingshuai, open your eyes and look. Is this written in Zhao Lianjin's own handwriting?"