dognovel Chapter 2206 Testing Her
Chapter 2206 Testing Her
"It's still uncertain." Huo Changhe shook his head. "Yishengtang is being too cautious."
The medicinal materials appeared to come from legitimate channels with clear accounts. The supply convoys had varied routes and were heavily guarded. The secret agents had been investigating for several days, but had not yet made any substantial breakthroughs.
However, I have instructed them to focus their attention on Yishengtang's cash flow and unusual medicinal herb procurement, especially uncommon herbs; perhaps that will provide a breakthrough.
Yan Ruyu nodded and explained her own situation: "Today, several senior doctors from the pharmacies came to help, and Manager Qian also brought a large quantity of medicinal herbs."
However, this acute illness remains strange. Herbal medicine can only temporarily suppress the symptoms, and since the root cause cannot be found, it is not a long-term solution.
"And that suspicious woman Song Ping just discovered, I've already asked him to handle her discreetly. If someone really did infiltrate her on purpose, perhaps we can get some information out of her."
Huo Changhe looked at her with admiration in his eyes: "The situation is complicated now. You have to treat patients and be wary of hidden forces. You must take good care of yourself."
Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "I know, you feel the same way."
As they ate, the two whispered about the clues they had gathered. Occasionally, a waiter carrying a bowl of medicine would pass by, and seeing the two sitting opposite each other, he would instinctively slow his pace.
The lamp on the stone table burned quietly, illuminating the faces of the two people, creating a rare moment of peace in this busy and tense night.
Meanwhile, inside the east courtyard.
Following Yan Ruyu's instructions, Song Ping quietly went to the area where the patients with mild symptoms were located.
The patients here are relatively more conscious, mostly sitting or lying on their beds. Some are resting with their eyes closed, while others are talking quietly with their families. Coughs are heard one after another, but they are much milder than in the west wing.
Song Ping's gaze swept quickly across the area, and he soon found the woman behaving strangely.
She sat on a bed in the corner, covered with a thin blanket, her hair casually tied up, her face was indeed a little pale, but there was a hint of unnatural deliberate paleness in that paleness.
Without making a sound, Song Ping walked to the tea station in the corner of the courtyard, picked up a clean, rough porcelain bowl, and poured a bowl of water into it.
He carried the water bowl, pretending to be a regular water deliveryman, and slowly walked to the woman's bedside with a gentle smile on his face: "Young lady, have some water to soothe your throat. It's freshly boiled water; it will make you feel better."
The woman looked up at Song Ping, a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
He looked weak and said softly, "Thank you, brother."
She reached out and took the bowl of water. Song Ping stood to the side, seemingly tidying up the bedding on the bed next to her, but in reality, he kept an eye on her every move out of the corner of his eye.
The woman held the bowl of water, hesitated for a moment, perhaps thinking that the water was nothing suspicious, or perhaps she was really thirsty, then tilted her head back and slowly drank it, finishing the bowl of water in a few gulps.
Song Ping's heart stirred, but he calmly took the empty bowl and said, "If you would like to drink more, I will bring you more later."
The woman shook her head and said softly, "No need, thank you."
Song Ping nodded, turned and walked away, sitting down at an empty table not far away, organizing the register of patient information, silently counting the hours in his mind.
People continued to come and go in the courtyard, coughing and whispering could be heard constantly, and no one noticed the unusual activity in this corner.
Time passed slowly, and after about fifteen minutes, Song Ping caught a glimpse of the woman's body swaying slightly out of the corner of his eye.
He looked up and saw that the woman's once clear eyes were gradually becoming unfocused, her face was growing paler, her head was drooping slightly, and her body was limply leaning against the headboard.
A moment later, he completely lost consciousness and collapsed onto the bed, as if his condition had truly worsened and he had fallen into a coma.
Song Ping was overjoyed, knowing that the drug had taken effect.
He got up and walked to the bedside, checked the woman's breathing. Her breathing was steady, and after confirming that she was just unconscious, he gave a wink to the two constables not far away.
The two constables were specially arranged by him, and upon seeing this, they immediately stepped forward.
"This young lady's condition has suddenly worsened. Quickly, move her to the west wing so that the Princess and Doctor Cao can take a look."
Song Ping deliberately raised his voice a few decibels, his tone carrying just the right amount of urgency.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding patients and their families only glanced at it subconsciously without giving it much thought—relapses in patients' conditions are common in this hospital.
Two constables rushed forward and carefully lifted the woman off the bed, wrapping her in a thin blanket.
"Stop! Where are you taking her?"
A man blocked the way of the yamen runners, his voice urgent and loud, instantly attracting the attention of many people around.
The patients and their families on the next bed turned to look, and the coughing that had been coming up and down subsided, as everyone's attention was focused on this side.
The constables stopped in their tracks. One of them frowned and explained in a calm tone, "Young man, this young lady's condition has suddenly worsened, and she has fallen into a coma. We need to take her to the intensive care unit in the west wing so that the Princess and Doctor Cao can treat her. We cannot delay."
"Her condition worsened?" The man raised his voice, his eyes full of doubt. "She was fine when I left, just coughing occasionally. How could she have fallen into a coma in such a short time?"
Did you do something underhanded? Is there some kind of conspiracy involved?
As soon as these words were spoken, a few low murmurs arose from the surrounding crowd.
Some patients' families were already anxious because of their loved ones' illness, and when they heard the word "conspiracy," their faces showed unease.
Upon hearing this, the constable's face also showed a hint of anger, and he said in a deep voice, "You need to provide evidence for your words! Our princess and all the doctors have been treating patients day and night, and the medicines were all given to us by Manager Qian free of charge. How could there be any conspiracy?"
Don't talk nonsense here. If you delay the patient's treatment, who will bear the responsibility?
"I'm talking nonsense?" The man retorted, reaching for the thin blanket on the stretcher. "My wife was perfectly fine, but she fell into a coma not long after we arrived here."
If it's not your problem, whose is it? Don't even think about taking this person away until you've explained yourselves clearly today!
The two were locked in a stalemate when Song Ping strode over.
He had been watching the commotion from a short distance away, and when he saw things getting out of hand, he immediately went over.
His gaze fell on the man, his expression remaining calm and composed, without the slightest hint of impatience. He asked, "May I ask who you are? What is your relationship with this young lady?"
Seeing that someone had come to take charge, the man softened his tone slightly, but remained wary: "I am her husband, my name is Li Sanlang."
My wife felt unwell this morning, coughing incessantly, so I brought her here to see a doctor. I went out to buy her some food just now, and when I came back, they were about to carry her away, saying her condition had worsened. This is so strange!