The room was charged with tension as Qing faced her younger sister, her features contorted in anger. Their conversation had meandered, yielding no substantial resolution.Ming's frown mirrored her sister's, but her words dripped with frustration as she confronted Qing. "Father orchestrated this, didn't he?" Her voice was laced with irritation, hinting at a deeper anger underlying the situation.Qing chose to respond to Ming's inquiry with a counterquestion, asking, "Is that inherently wrong?"Ming's anger flared, her voice growing louder and more impassioned with each word. "Can you even hear yourself!?" Her pitch heightened as she voiced her exasperation. Her gaze scrutinized her older sister from head to toe, brimming with disgust. "I mean, you allowed them to eliminate your own husband because he was deemed worthless. And Father readily agreed to it because the man you married right on the day of your husband's death was the son of another powerful family!" Ming's words were charged

While the doctors grappled with their attempts to reach Rotlitch, whose unavailability frustrated their efforts, two guards rushed into the room, their heavy panting indicating they carried critical information.Yeonwha and her daughter had left the room just moments before the guards arrived, which meant they were unaware of the piece of information, an occurrence that could be both a blessing and a curse, leaving them in the dark about the unfolding events. Tension filled the room as the guards prepared to reveal their news."Excuse us," the first guard, a bald-headed man, spoke with his chest heaving as he finally caught his breath.The head doctor turned his attention to the guard, still attempting to reach Rotlitch on the phone. "What is it?" he inquired, his patience tested by the ongoing efforts to contact the specialist.The guard, picking up on the palpable tension in the room, swiftly relayed the information as succinctly as possible. "Uh... everyone who's had physical conta

Yen remained calm as he stood before Cang's motionless figure, who lay on the bed with an IV drip nearby, delivering an unknown liquid into his body, a detail Yen hadn't bothered to inquire about.The guard had effectively guided Yen and the others to the room where Cang was confined. It was difficult to assert that Cang was being treated, as there was no discernible improvement in his condition; in fact, it appeared to be deteriorating. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with uncertainty and concern.The sight of Yen and his colleagues dressed in hazmat suits surprised the other doctors, prompting them to question if they should have adopted the same level of precautions from the beginning.Yen had meticulously ensured they came fully prepared for the task at hand. Additional sets of hazmat suits, along with a solution derived from the antidote he had created, were stored in the trunk of their jeep, ready to be used in case of any issues with their current suits. This solution serv

The engine of a stylish black jeep purred to silence as it came to a stop in front of the imposing central building of the Wuhan family estate.Yen and Rotlitch disembarked from the vehicle, Yen carefully cradling a box in his hands. This unassuming box concealed the very tools that Dr. Trish had handed to him within Cang's room, a critical element in the unfolding events of their negotiation.With a sense of familiarity, Yen entered the building, moving through its halls freely. He had visited this place on multiple occasions in the past.He refrained from making any prior calls or sending text messages to inform Ming of his presence. His visit wasn't a casual one meant to chat with the family head. Instead, it was an official visit made under a unique circumstance. The condition at hand was that the family head and a significant number of other family members were afflicted by a lethal poison, gradually claiming their lives.Aware that simply notifying Ming might put her in jeopardy

Ming's eyes flickered open, greeted by the pleasant surprise of her now normal skin, the poison's cruel marks having vanished. A rush of exhilaration coursed through her, and she hastily left her room, driven by a newfound vitality.Unbeknownst to her, Dr. Trish and Dr. Stan had just arrived, their steps leading them towards the central building of the estate. Ming, unaware of which of the doctors were making their way to the central building, yearned for a chance to express her gratitude to Yen, who had orchestrated her unexpected recovery.The news of the doctors' arrival from Yuan Pharmaceuticals reached Qing, and a determined sense of hope surged through her, despite the undeniable pain that clung to her every step. Her skin, like Ming's had been, bore a troubling green hue, a visible testament to the poison's relentless grip.With a steely resolve, Qing made her way to the central building, each step laden with the weight of her suffering. The promise of the antidote, now tantaliz