The young nurse furrowed her delicate brows, thought carefully, and said, "It seems to be so aunt... auntie?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Qingyun stood up straight, holding her husband’s arm, tears in her eyes as she said, "Aunt? Xiaohai and I don’t even have an aunt."
The nurse listened to Qiu Qingyun, who, even in her grief and worry, maintained an elegant tone. She lowered her head and said, "Then I don’t know."
The old master squinted and asked, "Where is Xiaohai’s phone?"
The Yu Family recently obtained a million tons of grain, already en route to Beijing, and if it succeeds, it would be an achievent for the son.
Now is the critical ti for competing for discourse power in Wanhai City, and Xiaohai having an accident at this ti feels rather suspicious.
"At the nurses’ station."
The young nurse turned around, about to leave hastily to fetch the phone.
Just as she turned to leave, a tall and nacing bodyguard blocked her path.
The young girl was so frightened her face turned pale, looking at the person blocking her way, her steps kept retreating.
Until a lodious voice sounded behind her: "Let her go."
"Yes, sir."
Yu Qingli spoke, and the bodyguard imdiately stepped aside.
The young nurse clutched her chest and hurried towards the nurses’ station.
Soon, she returned, holding a phone covered in blood in both hands.
Qiu Qingyun stepped forward directly, disregarding her etiquette, snatching the phone from her hand.
With her hands stained by her younger brother’s blood, she felt her heart ache, an excruciating pain that made it hard to breathe.
The old master spoke: "Xiaoyun, check if there is any contact starting with ’aunt’ in the call log."
"Okay," Qiu Qingyun choked and replied.
They searched through the contact list but didn’t find any ’aunt,’ though there were several with the surna Gu.
To conveniently understand these people’s backgrounds, Yu Qingli imdiately called over Qiu Qianghai’s driver and so of his close associates.
Until Qiu Qianghai’s driver spoke so words that caught the Yu Family’s attention.
"A few days ago, Mr. Qiu said he couldn’t drive anymore. Miss Gu advised him to stay in and not drive. I chatted a bit then, seeing Mr. Qiu didn’t mind, so I didn’t either."
"Miss Gu? Is she the woman who secured the grain for Xiaohai?"
Yu Qingli’s serene face was solemn, a deep light flashing in his eyes.
He took the phone from his wife’s hand, disregarding the blood, searching through the contact list.
Soon, he found the na noted as Miss Gu.
Staring at the na Miss Gu, Yu Qingli’s feelings were complex, arousing a strong interest and suspicion about this person.
Firstly, a woman, where did she get so much grain? Xiaohai said she had far more than a hundred tons, and she even undersold the grain.
This ti, she knew about Xiaohai’s accident in advance. The whole thing seed strange, like it was wrapped in intrigue.
"The patient’s condition has stabilized and is now being transferred to the ward for care."
The previous rescue treatnt was effective, and Qiu Qianghai was soon moved out of the ergency room.
Besides the severe head injury, he had so leg injuries from the impact. Most of his body was wrapped in bandages, especially the head which was heavily bandaged.
Knowing her brother was out of danger, Qiu Qingyun wept with joy. She, along with several guards, escorted Qiu Qianghai to the ward with the dical staff.
Left in the hallway, Old Master Yu exchanged a glance with Yu Qingli, a mysterious gleam flashing in their eyes.
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