Mingcheng Hospital.

The rescue in the top wards was endless. The head of the Shi family, the top chaebol of the imperial capital, was in critical condition. The hospital gathered all its efforts to consult and discuss, but there was nothing we could do.

Shi Qingjue held his cell phone tightly.

He would take a look at the news every once in a while, anxiously waiting for the reply from Jingshi Pavilion. Now he could only hope that sometimes the information from Qinglan would bring her to see her grandfather for the last time...

"Ding--"

The phone message prompt sound suddenly rang.

Shi Qingjue checked immediately, but only received two indifferent words, without even a reason, "Don't answer."

Seeing this, the man's ink-like eyes suddenly sank.

He pursed his lips tightly, leaning against the white walls of the hospital corridor, and looking up at the ward with emergency lights on.

"Young Master, sir, will he really be..."

Ji Lin was so nervous that he was sweating. He paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Shi Qingjue at a loss.

Shi Qingjue closed his eyes and said nothing.

Now Jingshi Pavilion is unwilling to accept his orders, and Bo Yucheng doesn't pay attention to it. His own intelligence website cannot find any news about Shi Qinglan, as if it has been deliberately hidden.

"Grandpa... there is really nothing to do?" Shi Qingjue's Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice a little hoarse.

He slowly opened his eyes, perhaps because he had been staying in the hospital day and night for too long, his eyebrows and eyes were full of fatigue, his eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and his eyes were a little scarlet.

"Ms. Liu is from the Medical Research Institute. Even she said there was no way, I'm afraid..." Ji Lin didn't say anything further.

The Miss Liu he mentioned was Liu Wanshuang, who was entrusted to the Shi family after losing her parents a few years ago.

Her eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Shi Qinglan's mother, and her talent in the field of medicine was very similar to Shi Qinglan's father, so Shi Fu agreed to keep her by his side for the time being.

"There are still many cutting-edge doctors in the Medical Research Institute, and there will definitely be a solution." Shi Qingjue's eyes drooped slightly, and he clenched his empty fist to his forehead. The breath around him was cold and decadent.

Why didn't Ji Lin hope that this is the case?

His eyebrows and eyes were vicissitudes and he sighed...

The corridor of the hospital fell silent, with only the sound of rescue in the ward one after another, and the sound of Liu Wanshuang helpless sobs.

Shi Qingjue frowned slightly, and was about to find a way to contact the Medical Research Institute again, but Ji Lin's eyes lit up suddenly, "Young Master, I thought that someone might have a way."

"Who?" Shi Qingjue's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ji Lin looked at him in a state of spirit, "You have seen it, I probably know where to find her."

...

Mingcheng High School.

Shen Ruxue quickly won everyone's sympathy, as if Shi Qinglan was almost buried in the fire scene and was forgotten in an instant, instead focusing on the arsonist's unlucky and sadness...

"Ruxue, you must hurry up on these Tianluo courses. If you have any questions, you can come to the teacher to make up for it at any time."

After class, Liao Hongmei walked to Shen Ruxue's desk and patted her shoulder gently, "Teacher believes in you."

Shen Ruxue's eyes were red when she cried during class.

She raised her pitiful eyes and sucked her nose gently, "Thank you, teacher, I won't affect my studies."

Liao Hongmei smiled with relief, "The teacher knows that you have always been a good child, unlike some people... You can't keep up with your academic performance, and you know how to pull others back every day."

As she said that, she glanced at Qinglan with a cold glance...
Chapter completed!