Daji decided to tell her something she was more interested in. "Didn't the Nie Family e to Continent F as well? Interestingly, Patriarch Nie doesn't seem to be on the same side as Nie Qingru. He took advantage that the Empress was busy in the hospital and contacted many forces in private to befriend them. He… even sent me a gift."
One had to know that they were the ones who caused Nie Qixing to lie on the hospital bed this time. With Nie Qingru's domineering personality, she probably wished she could skin them alive and pull out their tendons to vent her hatred.
Meanwhile, her big brother sent them gifts behind her back. This was too interesting!
"Oh? What did he send you?" Qiao Nian was indeed a little interested.
Daji disdainfully glanced at the gift box in the corner. "What else? This Patriarch Nie probably thinks I'm someone who hasn't seen the world. He sent some jewelry, diamonds, and an antique wine glass with modern gold."
As a member of the reclusive families, like Nie Qingru, Nie Tao was used to being arrogant. It wasn't easy for him to willingly send a gift.
However, Daji had so many of these things they would pile into a small mountain if put together. So, he really did not care for them.
Daji did not take him seriously and continued in a low voice, "However, from his actions, I can tell that this Empress of the reclusive families hasn't been having an easy time these past two days."
"Keep an eye on her." The girl's voice was light but authoritative. "As for Nie Tao's gift… keep him hanging for now and see what he does!"
Daji thought so too. "Sure."
He pecked at the vanilla in the enamel cup, and his brows relaxed. "Anyway, I'll tell you if there's any news."
…
It was similar to what Daji said.
Nie Qingru had been in a terrible state for the past two days.
Although Nie Qixing did not wake up the day she arrived, his condition was stable and his life was not in danger.
However, at night, Nie Qixing suddenly had a high fever. All his bodily functions began to deteriorate rapidly, and he was in a critical condition.
Nie Qingru asked the specialists to resuscitate him overnight.
Nie Qingru had no choice but to transfer a group of more famous doctors over from Continent M. They even spent a lot of money to transport high-level medical equipment not available in Continent F by plane.
It was a close call, but the expert said that his will to live did not seem strong. At this rate, there might be a possibility of infection.
Nie Qingru had no choice but to transfer a group of more famous doctors over from Continent M. They even spent a lot of money to transport high-level medical equipment not available in Continent F by plane.
Logically speaking, with so many experts and professional equipment, Nie Qixing's life should have been saved.
However, the heavens did not seem to let her have her way.
In the afternoon, Nie Qixing had another fever.
At three in the afternoon, the nurse checked his body temperature. The infusion did not lower his temperature. Instead, his fever worsened until six.
Nie Qixing's fever reached 38oC.
Acpanying the high fever was a series of plications. The team of experts from several different fields immediately held a meeting to study his condition.
They discussed for a long time but could not e up with a feasible plan.
However, someone suggested a medicine that gave Nie Qingru a glimmer of hope.
"There's a medicine. It's a small pill passed through the black market. It's white and doesn't have a clear stipulated effect, but it can strengthen one's bodily functions. It might be useful."
"Where can I buy this medicine?" Nie Qingru had not rested well the past two days, so her voice was inevitably dry and hoarse. It sounded especially sinister.
The person who suggested this medicine was an infectious disease specialist. At her question, he could only carefully say, "This medicine used to be available in the black market. There are fewer of them now, but you should still be able to find it…"
Nie Qingru raised her chin and ordered her subordinates, "Go and investigate."
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