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Why did Qin Luo have to have an accident on the very morning he was supposed to come and treat the old man? It's too much of a coincidence! Considering An Ruoxi's assassination attempt last night, the old man's critical condition today, and the arrest of the only doctor who could save him... it's hard not to suspect that someone is meticulously planning this to prevent the old man from being rescued and to accelerate the power transition within Anbang!

Upon hearing this, Prince Hui's heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back! He forced himself to remain calm, his face showing an expression of shock and heartache.

"What?! Mr. Qin has been arrested?! How could this happen?! This...this is such bad luck! The old man..."

His heart was in turmoil! Qin Luo's capture prevented him from rescuing the old man... This consequence was far more serious than he had anticipated! He had originally only wanted to take the opportunity to get revenge on Qin Luo, vent his anger, and incidentally win Xie Yuting's favor.

To everyone's surprise, Qin Luo was actually entrusted with high hopes by the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and was to treat the old man! Now, the old man's condition is critical, and the only possible lifeline has been snapped because of his own "petty revenge"...

If... if the old man's treatment is delayed because of this, and something bad happens to him... then who will be the biggest beneficiary? His mother, Qiu Qinyun, and himself! And they happen to have a grudge against Qin Luo, and a motive for revenge...

This thought sent a chill down Prince Hui's spine! He was incredibly relieved that the four young men he'd hired had taken the money and fled, unlikely to be found for the time being. But even so, in this sensitive moment, any suspicion could be the straw that broke the camel's back for him and his mother!

He had to appear even more innocent, even more grief-stricken, and even more unrelated to the matter!
"Alas! It's fate! Old man..."

Crown Prince Hui squeezed out a few tears, beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking like a filial son and grandson who was in unbearable pain, but in his heart he felt cold and fearful.

He had a vague feeling that he had unwittingly been drawn into a vortex far more dangerous and complex than he had imagined. The world of Anbang was truly about to change, and this storm might swallow him and his mother whole.

Outside the ICU ward, the heavy air seemed to freeze.

All eyes were fixed on the closed door until it was gently pushed open from the inside.

An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun walked out one after the other.

Both women looked extremely pale, as if shrouded in an impenetrable gloom. An Ruoxi was still dressed in an elegant yet well-tailored business suit, but a hint of weariness and worry lingered beneath the coldness in her brows. Qiu Qinyun had changed out of her swimsuit and was now wearing a deep purple cheongsam with a thin woolen shawl over it; her beautiful face was now only filled with solemnity.

Upon seeing them emerge, the dense crowd in the corridor immediately stirred, gathering around them and bombarding them with questions.

"Young Miss! Madam Yun! How is the Old Master?"

"What did the doctor say? Is there any hope?"

"What do you need us to do? Just tell us!"

An Ruoxi raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

She took a deep breath, her voice clear and cold, yet tinged with a suppressed heaviness.

"The doctor's initial diagnosis is in, and the situation... is not optimistic. The old man is very old, and this sudden illness is multiple organ failure, coupled with a relapse of his old illness, making it extremely dangerous. The hospital has assembled the best team of experts to do their best to maintain his condition, but... there is no certainty."

Qiu Qinyun nodded and added.

"The old man has given us, Anbang, and each of us, a second chance at life. Now is not the time for mutual suspicion and disputes. We must work together, think of ways, and use all available resources to give the old man the best chance of survival!"

Her words were eloquent, expressing both concern for the old man and a desire to stabilize the situation.

Outside the ICU ward, the atmosphere was as heavy as leaden clouds about to bring a downpour. An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun walked out of the ward with grim faces, bringing news that made everyone's hearts sink—Old Master An's condition had worsened, and his situation was critical.

As the crowd eagerly gathered around to ask questions, An Ruoxi's gaze, like an icicle, pierced through the crowd and landed squarely on the face of Crown Prince Hui, who was trying to hide behind the crowd.

She didn't beat around the bush; her voice was cold and direct, carrying suppressed anger.

"Li Guanghui, last night at the barbecue stall in the university town, you deliberately provoked and framed Qin Luo, causing him to be taken away by the police this morning and delaying the old man's medical treatment—was that your doing?"

This direct accusation, like a thunderclap, instantly silenced the previously noisy corridor, leaving only suppressed breathing and countless bewildered gazes.

Crown Prince Hui's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale instantly. But he reacted quickly, jumping up immediately. His face was filled with anger and grievance at being wronged, and his voice rose eight octaves as he pointed at An Ruoxi.

"An Ruoxi! Stop making baseless accusations! I know you don't like me, but you can't pin this huge mess on me! Yes, I have a grudge against that Qin guy. He beat up my people and trespassed on my property. I'd love for him to suffer!"

"But you're saying I arranged for someone to frame him? And why did I do it right when the old man was seriously ill and needed his life? Even if I, Li Guanghui, am a scoundrel, I know what's important! The old man has been kind to my mother and has treated me well; I would never joke with his life!"

His defense, by openly displaying his hatred for Qin Luo, made him appear "open and honest," while also invoking his "gratitude" to the old man in an attempt to gain sympathy, and at the same time, reversed the accusation of "disregarding the old man's life and death."

"That's right! Miss, you need to provide evidence before you speak!"

"Without evidence, this is defamation!"

Qiu Qinyun's confidants immediately started making a fuss, criticizing An Ruoxi.

Qiu Qinyun stepped forward at the opportune moment, standing between the two, looking at An Ruoxi with a serious expression, her tone carrying the authority of an elder and a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Ruoxi, I know you're worried about the old man and anxious. But you can't just speculate about these things. Although Xiaohui can be impulsive at times, he still knows his limits when it comes to matters of principle. You say he instructed him, where's the evidence?"

Without evidence, this is slander, an attempt to sow discord among ourselves, and a way to please our enemies while hurting our loved ones! The old man is in critical condition; we should be united and working together to save him, not engaging in mutual suspicion and infighting!

Her words not only protected her son but also placed her on the moral high ground of "considering the bigger picture" and "saving the old man," making them seem perfectly respectable.

On An Ruoxi's side, Ye Meigui, Wu Yufeng, and others firmly believed that Prince Hui was behind it, and logically it made sense—Qin Luo had no reason to have an accident, but it happened on the morning of the day they were supposed to see the old man; the thugs provoked him inexplicably, the police were called and the injuries were examined unusually quickly, and the key figures disappeared afterwards—it was all too coincidental.

However, lacking direct evidence, and with the four thugs, especially the leader with yellow hair, nowhere to be found, Qiu Qinyun and her son used the excuse of "no evidence" to turn the tables on them. They gradually lost ground in the argument, their faces turning ashen with anger. Seeing the stalemate, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Qiu Qinyun's eyes. She spoke again, raising her voice to silence the argument.

"Alright! Stop arguing! What's the point of arguing now?! The most important thing is to find a way to get Qin Luo out of the police station! He's the old man's only hope right now! Every minute we delay increases the old man's danger! We can talk about everything else once the old man is safe!"

Her gaze swept over a middle-aged man in the crowd who wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked somewhat refined.

"Old Jia, I remember you have a good relationship with Director Jia of the North City Branch? Can you find a way to get Qin Luo out? Even if it's just temporary, medical parole or bail pending trial is fine! Whatever the arrangements, the group will cover it, and I can also pay for it personally!"

The middle-aged man, referred to as "Old Jia," quickly nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, Madam Yun, I'll contact my cousin right away! It should... it should be fine, after all, it's just assisting with the investigation, and the injury assessment can be discussed later..."

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and walked to the side to make a call.

Seeing this, Prince Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, even feeling a surge of smug satisfaction. As long as he could temporarily get Qin Luo out to treat the old man, diverting everyone's attention, and once the old man's condition stabilized...

By then, who would still cling to that "coincidence"? Besides, he was confident that the four thugs had already been sent away and hidden by his men, and they wouldn't be found for a while. Without direct evidence, An Ruoxi wouldn't be able to do anything to him!

Just as he calmed down a little and thought he could get away with it for the time being—

The crowd at the end of the corridor suddenly parted as if sliced ​​by an invisible blade, spontaneously creating a narrow passage.

A figure slowly walked out of the passage.

He was tall, about 1.85 meters, with a lean yet wiry build, like an ancient sword sheathed. He had slightly long black hair, the strands gleaming coldly under the corridor lamps, fluttering slightly in the breeze. His face wasn't particularly handsome, but his features were hard and cold, his brows and eyes shrouded in an impenetrable indifference and iciness. His gaze was as deep as an ancient well, undisturbed by any emotion. When he surveyed the crowd, it was devoid of any emotion, yet everyone whose gaze met his involuntarily felt a chill and instinctively held their breath.

Blade!
An orphan adopted by Old Master An in his early years, he is widely recognized within the Anbang Group as the most powerful and unfathomable figure! He never participates in the group's specific management or power struggles, reporting only to Old Master An. He is the most mysterious and sharpest blade in the old master's hand. His status is transcendent; even a notorious figure like Buddha would dwarf himself before him and show him utmost respect.

When Prince Hui saw Blade appear, his heart tightened for some reason, especially when he noticed that Blade's right hand was not empty, but... dragging someone!

A man who was beaten black and blue, covered in blood, with tattered clothes, and limp like a dead dog!
Blade, expressionless, dragged the man, leaving a faint trail on the polished floor, and walked straight to the center of the crowd, in front of Prince Hui.

With a loosening of his grip, the limp man was tossed at Prince Hui's feet like a broken sack, making a dull thud.

"boom."

All eyes instantly focused on the man lying on the ground in a terrible state, and then looked with suspicion at Daofeng, whose face was as cold as ice.

Prince Hui's eyes widened even more. When he could barely make out the person on the ground with his multicolored hair and vaguely discernible facial features, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by a cold iron hand, almost stopping its beating!

It's that blond guy! The gang leader who got kicked away by Qin Luo last night, and who later called the police and had a minor injury assessment done!

Shouldn't he have been sent away by his own people overnight and hidden in another place?! How could... how could he have fallen into the hands of Blade?! And been beaten into this inhuman state?!

Blade didn't look at Prince Hui's face, which had turned deathly pale in an instant. He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the dying blond man. His voice was low and calm, devoid of any emotion, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, like a cold piece of iron hitting the ground.

"This person took money last night and deliberately provoked Qin Luo at the barbecue stall. Calling the police and getting a fake medical examination were all planned."

He paused, raised his eyes, and his icy gaze, like a tangible blade, swept over Prince Hui, whose face had changed drastically and whose forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat. He then swept over the crowd with their various expressions and finally added a sentence indifferently.

"He said the person who paid him and instructed him to do this was named Li Wei."

"Li Wei?!"

"That Li Wei under Prince Hui?!"

"The one Qin Luo injured at the villa in Xishan last night?!"

"So it really was them!"

"To get revenge on Qin Luo, they're even willing to risk the old man's life?!"

"Now that they've been caught red-handed, let's see how they deny it!"

Blade's words were like the fuse that lit a powder keg, instantly igniting the entire scene! All the previous doubts and inferences seemed to have been irrefutably proven! An Ruoxi's side was immediately enraged, their gazes towards Crown Prince Hui filled with anger, contempt, and undisguised murderous intent!
The blond thug, already half-dead from being thrown to the ground, was terrified when he saw the corridor full of menacing big shots and felt the cold gaze of the blade.

He struggled to his feet, ignoring the excruciating pain, and knelt down with a thud in the direction of Prince Hui, kowtowing repeatedly and wailing.

"It's not my fault! Big brother! Big shots! Spare me! It was... it was Brother Li Wei! He gave me a thousand yuan and told me to take a few brothers to cause trouble for that Qin Luo, to find a way to provoke him and make him do something."

Then I immediately called the police and went to the hospital to exaggerate the severity of my injuries… He… he said I'd get paid after it was done… I… I was just someone who got paid to do things, I didn’t know anything! Please forgive me!”

Li Wei! It's Li Wei again!
This name, like a red-hot branding iron, was fiercely seared into Prince Hui's heart! His vision blurred, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up!

Qiu Qinyun's face instantly turned extremely ugly, but she reacted very quickly, immediately stepping forward, her eyebrows raised, and shouting sharply.

"Li Wei?! That bastard! How dare he! He actually dared to do something so foolish—disregarding the bigger picture, framing others, and delaying the old man's treatment—behind his master's back, all because of a personal grudge! Xiao Hui, this is the consequence of your lax discipline and indulgence of your subordinates!" (End of Chapter)