My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

Meanwhile, in the hospital corridor filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, stood a row of tall men, their clothes filthy, and without exception, their hands bearing some kind of injury.

The nurse shrank back in fear. "It's alright, we're in the hospital now, everything's fine."

Ughhhh, this group of guys are handsome, but right now they look like they could punch her against a wall. Mom, I'm scared...

The young nurse took a deep breath, steeled herself, and stepped forward, trying her best to maintain a professional and gentle demeanor. "Um... gentlemen, your hand wounds need to be treated promptly, otherwise they are prone to infection. There's an emergency surgery department over there..."

Before the young nurse could finish speaking, the man standing at the front shook his head, his voice hoarse, "How is the patient in the ward?"

Looking into those bloodshot eyes, the nurse felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively took a half-step back. She frantically flipped through the record board in her hand, "Mr. Jiang has completed his examination. He is not in any life-threatening danger. He has a mild concussion and soft tissue contusions and is currently receiving intravenous fluids for observation."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuo and the others relaxed their tense shoulders almost imperceptibly.

"Thanks."

After thanking the nurse, Gong Bolin quietly pushed open the ward door and went inside. The others followed suit, lining up like ducklings.

The nurse left with a head full of questions, thinking to herself, "Sure enough, handsome guys hang out with other handsome guys. But why do these faces seem so familiar?"

The ward was quiet. Jiang Yan sat on a chair by the bed, her back hunched, holding Jiang Guanqing's left hand, the one that wasn't receiving an IV drip, and gently rubbing it against her cheek.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Yan didn't even lift her head, her eyes still fixed on Jiang Guanqing's pale face.

Jiang Guanqing lay quietly on the bed, an IV needle inserted into the back of one hand, clear medicine dripping down the IV tube. His face, which always had a gentle smile when facing them, was now bloodless, as quiet as a fragile porcelain doll.

After Bai Xin, Gong Bolin, Jiang Zhuo, and the others entered the ward, they didn't say a word. They each stood in a corner, their eyes fixed on Jiang Guanqing, trying to confirm the presence of the person in front of them.

Time passed second by second, and suppressed sobs came from the ward. Jiang Ting was crying so hard that her shoulders were shaking, unable to control herself.

Bai Xinshen exhaled and switched to assistant mode.

"Everyone, stop standing there and go treat your wounds."

Bai Xin knew no one would listen to him, so he added, "When President Jiang wakes up, he'll be heartbroken to see you all injured."

Upon hearing this, the crowd finally stirred.

Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled. She looked down at the cut on the back of her hand that stretched from the base of her thumb to her wrist bone. The blood had already dried.

Jiang Yan slowly released Jiang Guanqing's hand, carefully placed it back under the covers, tucked the blanket around him, and murmured softly, "Brother, I'll be back soon, very soon..."

Gong Bolin and the others were also half-pushed and half-shoved by Bai Xin out of the ward to go to the emergency surgery department to treat their wounds.

The cleaning lady just came and mopped the floor again, and the smell of disinfectant in the hospital corridor is getting stronger.

Bai Xin was the last to treat the wound, and he only left after Jiang Zhuo and the others returned to the ward.

After treating his wounds, he leaned against the wall in the corridor, looking down at his palms covered with tiny cuts, his gaze heavy, lost in thought.

Just as Bai Xin straightened up and was about to walk towards the ward, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly started vibrating wildly.

Bai Xin took out his phone, glanced at it, his gaze sharpened slightly, and quickly walked to the window at the end of the corridor. "Speak."

The person on the other end of the phone spoke quickly, their voice tinged with fear, "Mr. Bai, we suddenly have results regarding what you asked us to investigate. Something we couldn't find before has suddenly appeared, like it's been haunted..."

Bai Xin's expression grew increasingly grim. He interrupted the other person, "I understand. Organize the collected information and send it to my email address."

"……good."

Not long after Bai Xin hung up the phone, Gong Bolin, who was queuing for a tetanus shot, also received a call from his subordinates.

At the same time, Jiang Yan's phone also rang with incoming call notifications, and there was more than one call.

One call came from someone he had paid to investigate Nam Yoon-ah's affairs, and the other came from the traffic management center.

Jiang Yan stared at the unmarked caller ID on the screen for a few seconds, then went outside the ward and swiped her finger across the screen.

A series of rapid keystrokes came from the phone's receiver, followed by a slightly puzzled male voice, "Sir, the background of Nam Yoon-ah that you asked me to keep an eye on was completely uncovered this afternoon."

"First of all, the first thing is that Nam Yoon-ah wasn't originally on the guest list for 'My Slow Country Life with You.' She was put in three days before the show was about to start through a vice president surnamed Liu from Xingyu Company. That vice president took five million from Nam Yoon-ah and replaced his own distant niece's spot. The money was transferred in two installments, one for three million and the other for two million..."

"And regarding the Zhou De car accident case you asked me to investigate before, just recently we traced the IP address of the overseas account that transferred money to Zhou De, and the identity information of the person in question is none other than Nan Yun'er..."

"There's one more thing. During your brother's live stream when he clarified things, those sasaeng fans who rushed in were also instigated and directed by Nam Yoon-ah..."

Jiang Yan clenched her fists at her sides. "Nan Yun'er, you deserve to die."

"evidence."

Jiang Yan spoke, her voice hoarse, "I want everything that can be laid bare, all the evidence that nails her down."

"Transfer records, chat logs, bank statements, call recordings, and surveillance footage are all being compiled and will be sent to your email by tomorrow morning at the latest."

"tonight."

"...Okay, but it'll cost extra."

"Can."

Just as Jiang Yan was about to hang up, her phone, which was in her palm, suddenly vibrated again, and the screen lit up with the words "Beijing North City Traffic Management Center".

"Hello, are you Mr. Jiang Yan?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a formulaic male voice: "This is the Accident Division of the Traffic Management Center of Jingbei City. There are new developments in the case of Zhou De, the perpetrator of the car accident involving Mr. Jiang Guanqing, that need to be communicated to the family."

Jiang Yan immediately stood up straight. "I am Jiang Guanqing's younger brother. Please speak."

"Zhou De suddenly started demanding to turn himself in two hours ago. He said he had received two million yuan and followed the other party's instructions to crash his car..."

Halfway through the conversation, the voice on the other end became somewhat strange, "Based on the clues he provided, we investigated and found the final remitter's information; it was Nam Yoon-ah..."

The staff member in the traffic management center's accident section, sitting in front of the computer, touched his nose and prayed silently that Jiang Yan wouldn't ask why they couldn't find the information before.

The entire accident investigation team had no idea. Who knows why they couldn't find any clues no matter how hard they investigated before, but today, without any hope, they just did a random check and everything came out.

The staff breathed a huge sigh of relief when they didn't hear Jiang Yan speak.

"We have just contacted the Criminal Investigation Division. They seem to be investigating this person as well. Mr. Jiang, the case is serious, and we may need you and your brother to come to the station to make a detailed statement later."

"I understand, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan stood there and suddenly chuckled softly.

Nam Yoon-ah, your death is just around the corner.