“What’s the situation?” The doctor Wu Yahui brought in was named Qu Cheng. While examining Wancha’s condition, he asked about the cause of the incident.

No one could provide a reasonable explanation.

Qu Cheng raised his eyebrows when he saw the prisoner uniform Wancha was wearing. “From Camp 17?”

Wu Yahui continued to urge, “This is not important. Please focus on treating him first…”

“I have to ask, can you confirm it?” Qu Cheng said, rummaging through the black bag he brought, as if he was robbing something.

Liang Qiuchi answered in a low voice, “Yes,” and Qu Cheng easily found the antidote he wanted.

“He’s lucky,” Qu Cheng opened the vial and inserted the needle to draw the medicine, “In Camp 17, the only method they use to secretly execute prisoners is to mix a trace amount of drugs into their food, causing vomiting, diarrhea, and ultimately death from dehydration shock. After the incident, even if an autopsy is performed, it will only be considered as a gastrointestinal disease, and nothing suspicious will be found.”

Mo Xin had heard of such things, but he was surprised that Qu Cheng knew the details so well.

Qu Cheng injected the antidote into Wancha’s bloodstream and smiled, “Because I used to do this dirty work.”

Mo Xin: “…”

“After doing this kind of thing for a long time, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. So, I applied to transfer to the Paratrooper Headquarters to become a team doctor,” Qu Cheng nodded at Wu Yahui, “And then became comrades-in-arms with this sister.”

Wu Yahui testified, reassuring Mo Xin not to be wary, “He’s telling the truth. Later, we went to Lugo together with Qiuchi. We’re old friends now.”

Liang Qiuchi’s brow had been furrowed, staring at the unconscious Wancha. “Can he manage without gastric lavage?” Without professional medical equipment here, gastric lavage was impossible, and only the simplest and most brutal method of inducing vomiting was available.

Qu Cheng shrugged, “Let’s leave it to fate.” Based on Wancha’s condition when he was found, Qu Cheng speculated that the poisoning had not occurred long ago. “I’ll try inducing vomiting again. There’s still a good chance.”

“Thank you.” Liang Qiuchi patted his shoulder and went to the bathroom with Mo Xin, changing out of the clothes and shoes that were tainted with the smell of the sewer.

Mo Xin also rinsed his hair at the sink. He turned off the water flow, leaned on the basin with both hands, and looked up from the mirror at Liang Qiuchi standing beside him. “Do you think Reinis did this?”

Liang Qiuchi nodded.

Reinis was a smart man, naturally knowing that he should eliminate Wancha as soon as possible to completely sever his ties to the assassination incident.

Therefore, he was not surprised that Reinis would poison Wancha. However, he didn’t expect it to happen today, just after Mo Xin had visited Wancha’s confinement.

“I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or if Reinis deliberately did it after you visited the prison,” Liang Qiuchi’s mind was racing, thinking about how they should respond if it was the latter.

Droplets of water left a cool sensation on Mo Xin’s face as he felt a sense of unprecedented calmness. “Suppose he deliberately chose the timing to make his move, it’s nothing more than repeating his old tricks, trying to pin the blame for Wancha’s poisoning on me.”

Poisoning and killing one’s father’s enemy was reasonable and convincing, making it easy to sway public opinion.

Liang Qiuchi was worried about this.

But upon further thought, he relaxed. “If Wancha is okay, he will naturally come forward to testify against Reinis. If he doesn’t wake up, and without his body, Reinis can’t make a big deal out of this.”

Mo Xin grunted in agreement. Regardless, the relationship between Reinis and their Mo family had completely ruptured, with no possibility of peaceful coexistence.

“Turn around and hug me,” Liang Qiuchi held Mo Xin’s shoulder with one hand. Mo Xin obediently turned around, standing upright, and wrapped his arms around Liang Qiuchi’s waist.

Liang Qiuchi lowered his head and lightly sniffed twice at Mo Xin’s neck. “You smell good.”

“I haven’t showered, how could I smell good?” Mo Xin lifted his chin, allowing Liang Qiuchi to get closer to his neck.

Liang Qiuchi tightened his grip with both hands, his lips pressed against Mo Xin’s warm skin, whispering softly, “I’m sorry.”

After all, Mo Xin’s father’s assassination was closely related to him. No matter how he calculated, Mo Xin and his family were inevitably dragged into this vortex of conflict.

Mo Xin understood his guilt and realized that this situation stemmed from Reinis’ malicious intentions, rather than Liang Qiuchi’s disappearance.

His father’s assassination, his elder brother’s car explosion, and even the suspicion and accusations he faced in recent days were all despicable means used by Reinis to eliminate political opponents.

Strictly speaking, Liang Qiuchi was just one of the excuses Reinis used to fabricate charges.

“I accept your apology, but let’s talk about how you’ll make it up to me after we bring down Reinis,” Mo Xin raised his hand and gently patted Liang Qiuchi’s head twice.

Liang Qiuchi hugged him tighter. “Okay.”

They embraced in silence for a moment. When they walked out of the bathroom, they both smelled an indescribable odor.

Wu Yahui stood by the window, adjusting the blinds to let in the cool night breeze, which diluted the smell in the room.

Liang Qiuchi quickly walked to the bedside, seeing Qu Cheng wearing a mask dutifully guarding there, and there were some things that Wancha had just vomited in the trash can.

“Don’t worry, he won’t die.” Qu Cheng said in a muffled voice. “He should wake up tomorrow morning.”

Liang Qiuchi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at Qu Cheng. “Thank you.”

Qu Cheng waved his hand, indicating that he was here to take care of things.

It was undoubtedly a good thing that Wancha could survive. Liang Qiuchi was confident that he could persuade him to come forward and testify against Reinis’ involvement in the assassination. As for when and how to come forward, they still needed to consider carefully.

It was like he was holding several weapons in his hand right now, figuring out how to deploy them to achieve the maximum effect was what he should focus on.

Opportunities only come once, and they absolutely couldn’t afford to miss it.

Thinking so, Liang Qiuchi walked into the outer room and found Mo Xin leaning on the sofa, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

His breathing was shallow, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he still had worries lingering in his dreams, unable to sleep soundly.

It was understandable, considering the many recent events.

Especially these past two days, he had been at the hospital, not completely out of danger, accompanying his father, and Liang Qiuchi had experienced the ordeal firsthand.

Liang Qiuchi walked over quietly, sitting beside him.

A person who remained vigilant all year round was exceptionally sensitive. The slight sinking of the sofa made Mo Xin open his eyes.

But seeing Liang Qiuchi beside him, the sharpness in his eyes was instantly replaced by a soft, hazy color.

Liang Qiuchi raised his arm and rested it on the back of the sofa behind Mo Xin. Mo Xin leaned in instinctively.

Liang Qiuchi lowered his head and kissed his forehead gently, whispering softly, “Take another nap.”

“Mmm.” Mo Xin leaned against his chest, arching like a little puppy for a moment to adjust to a more comfortable position, then closed his eyes again.

The strong and steady heartbeat of Liang Qiuchi passed through his chest and thumped on Mo Xin’s eardrums.

Mo Xin’s eyelashes flickered, a slight smile forming at the corner of his lips.

“Why are you smiling?” Liang Qiuchi absentmindedly stroked Mo Xin’s head, and hearing him laugh, he couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Nothing,” Mo Xin placed a hand on Liang Qiuchi’s chest. “I heard your heartbeat speeding up.”

Liang Qiuchi half-closed his eyes, teasingly tweaking Mo Xin’s earlobe. “Did it bother you?”

Mo Xin looked up at him, his eyes filled with a playful smile this time. “No, I like hearing it.”

Liang Qiuchi leaned down to kiss his lips, and Mo Xin felt his heartbeat quicken even more. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss by wrapping his arms around Liang Qiuchi’s neck.

Just before things escalated, Liang Qiuchi pressed Mo Xin’s chin, taking the initiative to end the kiss.

“Let’s rest for a while first. We still need to find a hotel after we’re done.” With that, he left a few light kisses on the corner of Mo Xin’s lips affectionately.

Mo Xin, satisfied, settled back down, gradually drifting into sleep amidst Liang Qiuchi’s gradually calming heartbeat.

However, with so much on his mind, he didn’t sleep soundly. Like an ominous premonition, not long after, he was awakened by the muffled and sudden knocking on the door.

Vincent, who had been guarding outside the door, looked through the peephole before opening the door.

Mo Qi stood at the door, his face more solemn than the midnight behind him.