Watching Ji Shiyou lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Mingyue frowned, her heart filled with curiosity.
By all rights, with her medical skill, she could diagnose an illness without even touching the patient.
But Ji Shiyou's condition was beyond her diagnosis. It was as if a hazy light enveloped him,
making it impossible for her to see his physical state. This was something she had never encountered before.
It piqued Mingyue's curiosity. She crouched down, reached out, and was about to take Ji Shiyou's pulse.
"Young Madam, the Young Master's injuries are severe. We're returning to the hospital.
Zhenlu, what are you waiting for? The wheelchair!"
Before Mingyue could touch his pulse, Junhui had already scooped up Ji Shiyou and rushed towards Zhenlu, who was pushing a wheelchair.
Junhui was worried. After what happened with Mi Fen earlier, he had guessed that Mingyue possessed medical knowledge.
Ji Shiyou was faking his illness. If Mingyue exposed him here, their entire plan would be ruined.
Zhenlu quickly took Ji Shiyou, abandoned the wheelchair, and dashed out with him.
"Yes, yes, my dear granddaughter-in-law, Grandma knows you're worried.
But the most important thing now is to save Xiao You. How about this, you come with Grandma to the hospital.
With you there, Xiao You will be fine. Dechun, you stay behind and entertain the guests with Xiao Gong."
Old Madam Ji had already regarded Mingyue as a good luck charm. She hastily instructed her son and then pulled Mingyue along.
"What happened?"
Having dealt with Mi Fen, Ji Shigong had just returned to the wedding venue when he saw the chaotic scene and guests whispering amongst themselves.
Mingyue and the Old Madam were nowhere to be seen. He was momentarily bewildered and asked He Ling.
"Why are you only coming back now? Your dead brother woke up. He even came to the venue earlier."
He Ling wore a gloating smile, her expression like she was watching a show, which annoyed Ji Shigong.
"He woke up? What's with that expression, are you mocking me? You're so happy he woke up?"
Hearing that Ji Shiyou had woken up, Ji Shigong felt a pang of disappointment. He Ling's expression irked him.
Did this woman have no heart? Or had she forgotten her place and her loyalties?
"Let me finish! Then Jingjia came out and caused a scene at the wedding, which caused his injuries to relapse.
He fainted again. Jingjia is truly our benefactor. I'll have to thank her properly another day.
Grandma and that bumpkin went to the hospital, leaving you and Father-in-law to entertain the guests."
He Ling was beaming with pride, thinking to herself, the fortunate ones have nothing to worry about.
Heaven itself was helping them. The position of the Ji Corporation's President's wife was hers to claim.
Upon hearing this, Ji Shigong was also overjoyed and hurried off to entertain the guests.
These were all prominent figures from the capital, and he would have to interact with them extensively when he took over the Ji Corporation.
He had to build good relationships now, so he became exceptionally attentive, pulling He Ling along as they toasted table by table.
Anyone who didn't know would have thought it was he and He Ling getting married today!
"It seems Ji Shiyou's injuries are real. Report to the boss immediately. While he's critically ill, arrange for someone to finish him off."
Outside the Jinlan Hotel, a tall man wearing a baseball cap and a reporter's ID badge sat in a car.
He zoomed in on the photos of Ji Shiyou collapsing and losing consciousness in his camera, examining them repeatedly.
He said to a woman beside him, also dressed as a reporter, "I am the male of the Twin Fiends, from the Seven Fiends."
The woman beside him was the female of the Twin Fiends. They were ordered to investigate Ji Shiyou's injuries from the car accident.
However, after Ji Shiyou's accident, he was admitted to Ji's Hospital, which was heavily guarded, and the floor where Ji Shiyou was located had been sealed off.
Even though the news of Ji Shiyou's coma had spread throughout the capital, they had not seen it with their own eyes.
Because they couldn't be sure if it was Ji Shiyou spreading false information and setting a trap.
Therefore, they had been hesitant to act and had been staking out the hospital, waiting for an opportunity to approach and verify the truth.
Fortunately, their persistence paid off. They finally managed to capture Ji Shiyou, who was not unconscious at all.
He had even left the hospital today. Although he was in a wheelchair, he looked to be in good spirits.
They thought to themselves, it was fortunate their leader had been cautious and not acted rashly.
It seemed the cunning Ji Shiyou had indeed set a trap to lure them in.
They followed him all the way to the Jinlan Hotel and managed to infiltrate it by posing as reporters.
When Ji Shiyou was knocked unconscious, Junhui revealed his condition, and they took photos.
Only then did they believe that Ji Shiyou was merely a paper tiger, already severely injured and close to death.
"Are you an idiot? Report to the boss? He's critically injured now, a total weakling.
He's not the Nine Nether King we used to fear. It would be as easy as pie for the two of us to kill him.
Think about it, he killed our second-in-command of the Seven Fiends. Everyone hates him and wants to kill him themselves for revenge.
We couldn't beat him before, so we didn't dare to act rashly. If they knew his current condition, wouldn't they swarm him?
At that point, would it even be our turn to act? If our couple killed him.
Our status in the Seven Fiends would surely skyrocket, right? Do you understand?"
The female Fiend's words reminded the male Fiend. They looked at each other and smiled, then started the car.
"Go get her some casual clothes and some food. She must be hungry."
In the emergency room of Ji's Hospital, Ji Shiyou sat on the operating table, slurping a bowl of noodles.
He suddenly remembered something and stopped, instructing Junhui, who was beside him.
"For whom?"
Junhui, who was playing games on his phone, looked up, his face a mask of confusion, and asked.
"Mingyue! She's wearing a wedding dress and high heels, and she's been sitting outside the emergency room. She can't sit, and standing is tiring. She definitely didn't eat breakfast at the wedding today. It's two o'clock now, she must be hungry."
Ji Shiyou said irritably, placing the bowl of noodles he was holding back on the operating table with a clang.
"Brother, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. I never noticed it before.
Such a big change all of a sudden. Tell me, have you really fallen for that Mingyue?
But ancestor, I should be 'rescuing' you here right now.
Suddenly going out to deliver clothes and food, is that appropriate?"
Junhui suddenly stood up, walked over, and looked at Ji Shiyou with an inquisitive expression.
"Are you an idiot? Can't you make a phone call to arrange it? You're the院长 here, and everyone is your subordinate.
Do I need to arrange such a small matter personally? Do you want me to transfer you to a mission?
Besides, we are legally married. Is there anything wrong with showing some concern?"
Ji Shiyou's expression was a little unnatural, but he quickly put on an angry facade to cover it up.
He had, in fact, fallen for Mingyue. He didn't know why.
He wasn't someone who fell in love at first sight, and he had never liked a girl before in his life.
Yet, he fell for Mingyue the moment he saw her, the kind of feeling where he didn't want to let go. But he was too stubborn to admit it.
"Alright, alright, ancestor, whatever you say is right. I'll arrange it immediately.
As long as you let me stay at home, I'm not good at fighting and killing. Just let me be a steady院长."
Hearing that he might be sent out on a mission, Junhui's expression changed immediately, and he obediently made the call.
In reality, Ji Shiyou's position as the President of Ji Corporation was merely his public identity. He had another identity: the Nine Nether Yama.