Upon hearing this, Shao Qile glanced at Hong Xinran, who was still lying flat on the sofa, and a hint of regret flashed in her eyes. As for whether she and Shao Qibin would become drug victims, she still maintained that since Shao Qibin dared to come, there was no reason for him not to make any preparations.
Sure enough, just after the Third Young Master Xing made some threats and inducements, a subordinate in black came in and whispered a few words in the Third Young Master Xing's ear. Shao Qile's keen hearing vaguely heard words like "Young Master" and "Madam." Looking at Shao Qibin beside him, who seemed confident, he had a plan in mind.
"Where did you take my son?" Because he had been told since childhood that life was finite, despite his weak constitution and low sperm count, Xing San Shao successfully conceived a son through artificial insemination and in-vitro fertilization. Although his son inherited his weak constitution, he was much healthier than him. Furthermore, modern medical technology had greatly improved his son's physical condition. Xing San Shao cherished this son immensely. Now, his son was gone, and looking at Shao Qibin before him, he understood everything.
"Young Master Xing, please rest assured, it's just that we'd like to invite the young master to my residence for a short visit. I'm sure that the young master will be back by your side soon after Lele and I return home."
The atmosphere in the spacious living room suddenly became tense. Xing Sanshao was deep in thought, his mind racing. He was an extremely intelligent man and knew that Shao Qibin probably already knew everything about these families. He was being pushed to be the scapegoat this time for two reasons: firstly, his life was already hanging by a thread; secondly, as the third son of the Xing family, even if something happened to him, it wouldn't affect the family's foundation. Now that he was also being used against, he would naturally think carefully about whether he still wanted to be the scapegoat.
"We have failed to provide adequate hospitality; please see us out."
Upon hearing this, Shao Qibin breathed a slight sigh of relief, grasped Shao Qile's hand, and turned to walk towards the door. Throughout the entire process, no one stopped him.
However, just as they were about to reach the door, Shao Qile seemed to sense something and pushed Shao Qibin aside with all her might. But because of this action, she was hit in a vital spot by Hong Xinran, who had somehow gotten a gun in her hand.
Seeing Shao Qibin's shocked, angry, and frightened expression at her action, and hearing his frantic screams in her ear, Shao Qile slowly curled her lips into a smile, and in an extremely low voice, firmly and slowly uttered a few words: "Brother, I like you, I like you so much, so much..."
"Ding! The target's favorability has increased dramatically. Intimacy value: (95/100) Trust value: (95/100). We're getting closer to completing the mission, dear!"
"In order to reward the host for his positive performance, the host is hereby rewarded with a system-branded vegetative state medicine at his request. Please make sure to use this medicine properly and reasonably."
Author's Note: The ending is getting closer and closer! It should be finished in the next day or two, and I'll write some side stories then! *fist pump*
Double update delivered. That's all. Time to get back to writing.
Chapter 58: The Grand Finale
Frustrated, Xing Sanshao pounded the armrests of his wheelchair, coldly watching as his carefully laid hand of cards was ruined by his miscalculation of Shao Qile. Seeing the fully armed men Shao Qibin had arranged rush in and hastily escort the two away, Xing Sanshao knew he had let a golden opportunity slip through his fingers.
"Third Young Master, what should we do with this woman?"
Xing San Shao glanced at Hong Xinran, who was now standing there dumbfounded, holding the gun, her eyes glazed over, her expression blank. He had given her the lab's medicine, given her such a strong hint—to shoot Shao Qibin the moment he moved out of the room—and even secretly trained her in shooting under hypnosis. He had even uselessly knocked Shao Qibin unconscious, then had him woken up discreetly. He had completely captured the attention of Shao Qibin and his sister, creating such a perfect opportunity for her, and yet the mission still failed!
"Tie him up and send him to Shao Qibin."
However, the only advantage is that it can divert Shao Qibin's anger to some extent. Moreover, judging from how worried Shao Qibin is about Shao Qile, he probably won't be able to do anything for a while. So now he needs to seize the time, transfer some of his assets, and preferably take his people abroad as soon as possible.
On the other side of the car, Shao Qibin watched as Shao Qile gradually lost her color, and he couldn't help but tremble. Shao Qile's bright, firework-like smile and her confession that sounded like a last will and testament kept echoing in his mind. His hand, which was pressing on Shao Qile's wound, kept shaking.
After Shao Qile entered the operating room, Shao Qibin looked at the mottled bloodstains on his hands, his eyes turned cold, and he took out his phone and began to issue instructions one after another.
When Xia Meiyue and her father Shao Guanjie arrived, Shao Qibin passively accepted Xia Meiyue's accusations in the face of her breakdown. He felt that he, as the older brother, had failed to protect his sister and instead let Shao Qile block the fatal blow for him.
“Meiyue, Qibin didn’t want this to happen either. Lele will be alright, everything will be fine.” Shao Guanjie comforted his wife while looking at his son’s cold profile, thinking about what his son had told him during his trip back to Beijing. Rather than letting him stand helplessly outside the operating room like this, it would be better to take this opportunity to teach those who dared to lay a hand on the Shao family a lesson.
"Son, go do what you're supposed to do."
Upon hearing this, Shao Qibin was initially shaken. After staring at the red light indicating that the surgery was in progress, he finally rallied and strode away.
Lele will definitely be alright. What he needs to do now is to complete the final stages of the operation.
He changed out of his blood-stained coat in the car, the bloodstains on his hands now clean, but his body still bore traces of the harrowing experience. Even so, Shao Qibin knew that even after this simple cleanup, meeting that person would still seem somewhat impolite. But at this moment, he didn't care about being impolite at all.
However, it was clear that someone with ulterior motives didn't want Shao Qibin's car to successfully reach some high-power center. Even in the city center, people brazenly attempted to stop their vehicle, resulting in a series of thrilling and terrifying incidents on the road.
However, when the group thought they had successfully stopped the target vehicle, their faces darkened when they saw who got out. By then, Shao Qibin and his group had already quietly switched to the vehicle that had been sent, and arrived at their destination without any incident.
"Young man, I've looked at everything you brought. Tell me, what are your thoughts?"
Those who had been watching Shao Qibin the entire way assumed he hadn't yet had time to deliver his supplies to the central government, unaware that these items had already been continuously delivered to their intended recipients through various channels long before Shao Qibin even entered Beijing. Shao Qibin's behavior throughout the journey was, in fact, largely a deliberate act of setting a target, allowing the Chairman before him to effectively deploy his forces.
But if he had considered the consequences of his willingness to charge into battle and become a target, which would have resulted in his own sister being put on the operating table, would he still have done it?
Shao Qibin had pondered this question repeatedly, but in the end, he still held onto a difficult but unwavering decision in his heart. His only prayer now was that Shao Qile would come off the operating table safely.
"Some malignant tumors, if not removed in time, will only affect the body's overall performance, and eventually, like cancerous cells, they can cause a healthy person to completely decay."
His sharp, piercing gaze was fixed directly on the newly appointed leader. Perhaps the reason Shao Qibin dared to risk offending most of China's bureaucratic colleagues was twofold: firstly, it stemmed from a patriotic heart, and secondly, it was because he knew the seemingly mild-mannered but actually ruthless nature of the chairman before him.
“It’s good that young people have ideas, but since you’ve called it a cancer, it’s not something that can be fixed overnight. The risks involved are huge.”
"The greater the risk, the greater the potential reward. Sometimes, not even trying medical treatments will only allow the cancer to grow unchecked."
When Shao Qibin emerged from this center of power, it was already the early hours of the next day. No one knew what this young and spirited mayor had discussed with the country's top leader; all that was known was that a revolution was brewing, and many forces were eager to pounce.
From the very beginning, this game was destined to be a fight to the death, and even the usual mask of political benevolence could not conceal the turbulent undercurrents beneath.
Shao Qibin hadn't slept all night. As soon as he got into his car, he called his father and learned that Shao Qile's surgery was successful and that he had been admitted to the intensive care unit. He was told that as long as he could wake up within 24 hours, he would be out of danger. After that, Shao Qibin gritted his teeth and did not rush to the hospital. Instead, he returned to his residence and held a video conference with his think tank to urgently discuss a series of follow-up measures.
This discussion lasted a long time. When Shao Qibin finally arrived at the hospital, exhausted, he had not slept for two days and two nights. However, when he looked at Shao Qile, who was surrounded by various instruments, through the glass of the intensive care unit, Shao Qibin still felt extremely powerless.
The 24-hour countdown announced by the doctor was drawing ever closer, but the person lying in the hospital bed still showed no sign of waking up. When his gaze fell upon the equally haggard Shao Guanjie and Xia Meiyue, Shao Qibin couldn't even bring himself to meet Xia Meiyue's eyes.
As the doctor in the white coat spoke with pity, his voice trembling, Shao Qibin felt as if something was wrong with his hearing. A vegetative state—he'd been shot, but not in the head. How could he be in a vegetative state? Shao Qile was only nineteen, not even twenty yet. So young, so intelligent, with so much of her life and future ahead of her—how could she possibly be in a vegetative state?
"Lele, Lele, my daughter! How could this happen, how could this happen, how could this be? Doctor, you must save my daughter, you must."
He vaguely heard Xia Meiyue's heart-wrenching voice coming from a great distance, and even the scene before him blurred. It was all fake, all fake. As long as he brought those who bullied Shao Qile to justice, Lele would feel safe and would definitely wake up.
Shao Guanjie watched his wife with worry, then noticed something was wrong with Shao Qibin. He had no choice but to send someone to follow the bewildered Shao Qibin. Looking at his daughter, who had been declared a vegetable by the doctor, a deep sense of unease filled his eyes. But this family was already in such a state. If he were to collapse, this family would likely fall apart.
"Mayor, this was delivered by someone." He Shengming flew to Beijing on the same day Shao Qile was shot. Seeing Shao Qibin's expression, he was worried but could only suppress all his words of advice.
Inside the huge package that was opened was Hong Xinran, who looked completely dazed and confused!
Shao Qibin's rationality told him that Hong Xinran's every move was under the control of drugs, but as soon as he thought of Shao Qile, who might never wake up again, all his rationality showed signs of crumbling and breaking.
“Ms. Hong has a mental health problem. Find the best psychiatrist and send her to the best mental hospital.”