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Lin Yuan returned home to his apartment complex in a calm manner.

Pushing open the door, I saw a soft little lamp still lit in the living room.

Lin Wanrou was sitting on the sofa waiting for him. When she saw him return, she immediately got up.

With a hint of worry in his eyes, he asked softly.

"Why did it take you so long to come back? Didn't you say you went out to buy some groceries?"

Lin Yuan remained calm and did not reveal the dangerous situation of being assassinated in the middle of the night.

There's no need to make her worry about such dark and dangerous things.

He gave a perfunctory reply.

"It's nothing, I just took a stroll around to clear my head."

Lin Wanrou, without suspecting anything, nodded gently.

As long as they come back safe and sound, that's all that matters.

After a quick wash, Lin Yuan went straight back to his bedroom.

He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and reviewed everything that had happened that night.

Bai Che's encirclement, the mysterious assassin's tracking, and the assassination attempt by Zhang Qiang, the millionaire employer.

One incident after another flashed through my mind.

No matter how he recalls or sorts out his connections and grudges, it doesn't matter.

They could not find a single clue about "Zhang Qiang".

This person seems to have appeared out of nowhere.

Anonymous, mysterious, ruthless, and willing to pay exorbitant sums to save lives.

They had absolutely no idea what the other party's purpose or background was.

Unable to figure it out, Lin Yuan simply stopped worrying about it.

Overthinking is pointless.

We can only pin our hopes on Li Weigang.

By utilizing the police's big data and interrogation resources, they might be able to uncover some clues.

Silent all night.

Time flew by, and the next day arrived.

Lincheng People's Hospital.

Inside a single-patient ward in the neurology department.

The environment is quiet and luxurious, and all the equipment is imported and top-of-the-line.

A young man lay quietly on the hospital bed.

It was the same patient that Lin Yuan had given emergency treatment to in the emergency room yesterday.

A full day and night passed.

The man's eyes were closed, and he remained motionless, showing no signs of waking up.

Although the vital signs were stable, the person was in a deep coma and had no consciousness.

Beside the hospital bed, a distinguished middle-aged couple stayed by her side without leaving for a moment.

The two men were impeccably dressed and exuded an aura of authority, clearly important figures.

The man's name was Zhao Hongyuan, a well-known business tycoon and wealthy magnate in Jiangnan Province.

He, who is usually calm and composed, now had a furrowed brow and a cold expression.

His eyes were filled with fatigue, yet his posture remained upright, exuding an aura of authority.

The woman's name was Su Huirong. She was dignified and elegant, a typical wealthy socialite.

At this moment, however, he looked haggard, his eyes were red, and he was suppressing the panic and worry in his heart.

The young man lying on the bed was the only son of the Zhao family.

I was in a car accident yesterday and was seriously injured and hospitalized. I almost died.

Fortunately, Lincheng City Hospital performed admirably, using their amazing medical skills to pull the person back from the brink of death.

Even after his life was saved, the son remained in a deep coma and could not wake up.

The hospital's leading experts held a consultation overnight, and all the high-end instruments were used for testing.

There were no abnormal lesions from head to toe.

All the data are normal, but the person just won't wake up.

The situation was extremely bizarre.

Zhao Hongyuan is worth hundreds of millions and has extensive connections.

But faced with his son's strange illness that could not be diagnosed or cured, he was completely helpless.

Su Huirong sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding her son's cold hand, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

"It's been a whole day and night... When will I wake up...?"

Zhao Hongyuan stood to the side, his eyes calm, his aura extremely low.

He has lived most of his life and is invincible in the business world.

Never before have I felt so powerless.

They have money, power, and connections.

But she couldn't save her own son.

After a long silence, Zhao Hongyuan spoke in a deep voice.

"All the experts have looked at it, and they are all at a loss."

"I've already called Professor Shen and Professor Zheng. They'll come over later, and I'll have them take a look. They should be able to come up with a solution."

Zhao Hongyuan was comforting his wife, and in doing so, he was also comforting himself.

For the Zhao couple, the long half hour felt like half a century of torment.

Looking at his son, who remained unconscious and lifeless on the hospital bed, Zhao Hongyuan's face grew increasingly grim.

Su Huirong's eyes were red, and she gripped her son's hand tightly, barely daring to breathe.

Finally, several steady footsteps came from outside the ward.

Dean Lu Weiguang personally accompanied them, leading the two distinguished elderly men into the room one after the other.

The elderly man at the head of the group had white hair and beard, wore a simple Tang suit, had a sturdy figure, and bright eyes.

He exudes an air of composure and mastery.

It was none other than Shen Zhenlin, a renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine in the province.

The elderly man following closely behind was wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a serious and professional demeanor.

Zheng Qishan is the head of the Department of Neurology at the Provincial People's Hospital and a leading authority in Western medicine.

Both of them are top figures in the entire Jiangnan Province.

Now Zhao Hongyuan has used all his connections to invite both big shots at once.

This is enough to show how terrifying the Zhao family's resources are.

"Professor Shen! Professor Zheng!"

Upon seeing the two enter, Zhao Hongyuan's tense expression finally relaxed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to greet them.

They adopted an extremely humble posture.

These two are currently his only hope of saving his son.

Shen Zhenlin nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone, "Mr. Zhao, we have a general understanding of the situation on the way. Let's see the patient first."

Zheng Qishan also looked grave and went straight to the bedside.

Without any unnecessary words, the two immediately took charge of their respective tasks and began examining the patient's condition.

As a leading authority in neurology, Zheng Qishan is adept at reviewing all examination reports, electroencephalograms, and MRI data at the bedside.

He flipped through the pages quickly, his brow furrowing more and more with each page he read.

All instrument data are normal.

There was no blood stasis, injury, nerve compression, or lesion in the brain.

No cause could be found to lead to the deep coma.

On the other side, Shen Zhenlin raised his hand and placed it on the patient's wrist, concentrating on taking the pulse.

Feel the pulse with your fingertips, close your eyes slightly, and examine carefully.

After a while.

Shen Zhenlin slowly released his hand, gently shook his head, and looked puzzled.

"The pulse is steady, the Qi and blood are in good order, and there are no signs of decay or blockage in the five internal organs and six bowels."

"From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the patient's vital signs are stable, and there is absolutely no reason for him to fall into a coma."

Zheng Qishan put down the report in his hand, his face solemn.

"It's the same on my end."

"All the sophisticated Western medical instruments were used to examine it, and the nervous system was completely intact, and the brain function was completely normal."

"But the patient is unconscious and cannot be awakened, which is too strange."

The two looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

A top expert in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine with decades of medical experience.

I have seen countless difficult and complicated diseases, as well as critical and strange illnesses.

But I have never encountered such a strange disease where no cause can be found, yet the patient remains in a deep coma.

Even though his body was perfectly normal, he seemed to have lost his soul and was in a deep sleep.

The dean stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

Even Elder Shen and Elder Zheng were at a loss, which basically meant there was no solution.

Upon hearing their conclusion, Su Huirong instantly broke down.

His eyes were red and his voice was choked with despair.

"Experts, please, you must think of a solution!"

"My son can't keep sleeping like this!"

Zhao Hongyuan felt a heavy weight in his chest, and a sense of powerlessness swept over him once again.

He spared no expense in bringing in two top-tier doctors.

In the end, they still gained nothing.

The entire venue fell into dead silence.