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"CEO..."

Ding Mo walked up and looked down at the unconscious Jiang Zhaowu.

"Begin."

Lu Yiyao frowned. The cold light in his eyes became exceptionally firm.

"Yes."

Ding Mo replied and turned his head to the doctor.

"Doctor, everything is ready."

"Alright."

"Yes," the doctor said, and took a small remote control. His right thumb pressed down heavily.

The crystal coffin slowly rose up, Jiang Zhaowu was right in front of them.

He slept deeply, like a sleeping prince in a fairy tale. Her eyelashes didn't blink, and her face wasn't pale. Instead, it was suffused with a faint redness. After sleeping for such a long time, his body was not the slightest bit thinner, and his figure was still as tall as ever.

He had tubes in his head, wrists, elbows, navel, and ankles. The tubes were colorful.

The doctor concentrated on the first task.

Lu Yiyao sat in front of the computer and was responsible for typing in commands.

Ding Mo was responsible for monitoring the instrument's data.

The three of them worked together, each of them extremely tense.

Ten minutes later.

Ding Mo's gaze trembled.

A weak signal appeared on Jiang Zhaowu's pulse.

"Doctor, I have …"

"Director Lu, keep working hard!"

The doctor pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said happily.

"…"

Lu Yiyao lightly pursed his cold lips. His dark narrow eyes were like a bottomless cold pond. The slender fingerbone was suffused with clear light.

He tapped the keyboard and typed in the next instruction.

Although this was the first time he and the doctor had worked together, they were in perfect harmony, as if they had worked together for a very, very long time.

This may be because 'N9' was founded by Doc's grandfather.

"Doctor, my heartbeat is starting to recover …"

Not long later, Ding Mo's voice sounded again.

Lu Yiyao and the doctor's tensed nerves did not relax because of this. They were in high spirits and their eyes were especially focused.

"Doctor, the blood is beginning to flow …"

"Doctor, the cells are beginning to move..."

Ding Mo's voice became more and more excited.

However, even though it was like this, Jiang Zhaowu still did not wake up.

The nerves in his brain wouldn't budge.

"..."

Floating Light Pavilion.

Violet Cloud Tower.

Rong Lan knelt in front of the Buddha statue, clasped her hands, and prayed.

"Please help my son wake up safe and sound."

"As long as he can wake up, I'm willing to sacrifice ten years of his lifespan."

"As long as he wakes up, I'm willing to take responsibility for the mistakes I made that year."

The sound was heart-piercing.

Karma reincarnation.

In the end, she received her retribution.

That year, she didn't hesitate to poison Rong Yi with the strangest poison because of her jealousy, causing her to become a person that didn't care if she died or died.

She didn't expect Jun Moshang, who loved his wife dearly, to make a move on her one-year-old son after finding out the truth.

It was just that, by chance, someone had changed her son.

The dead child became Jiang Zhaowu's scapegoat.

Jiang Zhaowu was sent to the orphanage and went to the Heavenly Eagle at the age of 15.

If Lu Yiyao didn't tell Jun Linchuan about this matter, perhaps he would still be a happy chef at this time.

There would always be accidents in life. This accident would always push people to move forward.

"Please bless my son and keep him safe …"

Rong Lan knelt in front of the Buddha, praying sorrowfully.

It was unknown when a sharp figure appeared at the door. He had his hands behind his back as the cold air around him raged.

As he watched Rong Lan's back, a cold glint flashed past his eyes.

He really did not expect that this gentle, elegant, and decent woman would do such a malicious thing.

If it wasn't for her, why would Zhaowu send her to the orphanage? How could he grow up alone? How could he go through such a dangerous situation now?

It was because she suspected that he was having an affair with Rong Yi that she implicated their son. This led their son onto another path.

Thinking back, it really was dangerous.

If it wasn't a coincidence, how could Zhaowu have survived until now?

How innocent was the child who had died for him?

Everything was because of this woman kneeling in front of the Buddha, praying devoutly.

"Eldest Young Master …"

Chu Ge came over and called out to him.

The volume of the voice was rather high.

Rong Lan, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha, suddenly opened her eyes that had been closed all this time.

"Eldest Young Master …"

Chu Ge raised her voice again.

"What is it?"

Jun Linchuan, who had been standing for a long time, spoke in a cold tone. His voice was filled with anger.

"Eldest Young Master, there's news from Floating Cloud Pavilion …"

Before Chu Ge could finish her report, Rong Lan couldn't help but stand up and turn around to face the door as she spoke nervously.

"Is Zhaowu awake?"

"Replying to First Madame, Floating Cloud Pavilion has just sent news, Zhao Fifth Young Master has already recovered his vital signs …"

"Great, great …"

When Rong Lan heard these words, excitement and joy condensed into tears that rolled down from the corners of her eyes. Then he turned around, clasped his hands together, and bowed ninety degrees.

"Thank you …" "Thank you …"

"First Madame, Zhao Fifth Young Master has recovered his vital signs, but he hasn't woken up yet."

What Chu Ge said after that caused Rong Lan to freeze on the spot. The tears in her eyes instantly froze. He turned around extremely slowly.

"What did you say?"

"First Madame, don't worry. Doctor and Director Lu are still thinking of a way …"

Chu Ge lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

"Think of a way?"

Rong Lan's lips had lost all color.

Although this sentence was filled with hope, it also caused him to feel despair.

"First Madame …"

"You can leave first."

Jun Linchuan, who had been silent all this time, interrupted Chu Ge.

"Yes, Eldest Young Master."

Chu Ge glanced at Rong Lan, her eyes somewhat dim and unreadable.1

She had just turned around when she heard a heavy door close behind her.

Bang

It was not appropriate to make such a big commotion in this kind of place for cultivation and blessings.

Rong Lan couldn't help but raise her head and look at Jun Linchuan, who was walking towards her step by step.

The shadow was heavy.

"Linchuan, you?"

"Rong Lan, can you really do what you asked of Rong Yi?"

Jun Linchuan stopped one step away from her. The oncoming shadow completely enveloped Rong Lan.

The surrounding Buddhist incense was exuding a cold aura.

"Linchuan, I …"

What should come will eventually come. Rong Lan had realized this from the moment Jiang Zhaowu returned to the Jun Family. However, when this day really arrived, she was still unable to calmly face it. He subconsciously wanted to deny it.

"Speak, were you the one who did it?"

Jun Linchuan still had his hands behind his back, and his tone was even more cold. His voice also became a lot louder.

The air seemed to solidify.

The chilling air seeped into every single one of Rong Lan's pores, causing her to start shivering uncontrollably.

"Linchuan, I saw that you wrote her a letter …"

"I'm only asking you, are you or aren't you?"

Jun Linchuan's sharp gaze pierced deeply into Rong Lan's frantic and uneasy eyes.

He had no patience for her explanation. He just wanted her to admit it.

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