She was in a serious car accident that injured her head, and half a month has passed, but she still shows no signs of waking up.
No one is optimistic about this. Doctors believe that Gu Zhong may remain in this condition for a long time, and can only quietly lie in bed, unable to take care of himself, and in a vegetative state.
She shouldn't have left.
Lingyan thought this again, and she sighed heavily. She slowly stood up and staggered as she held onto the armrest of the chair next to her, as if this action had exhausted all her strength.
Reaching the door of the ward, she opened the padded door, which was as clean and pale as the walls. She glanced back at the person on the bed who hadn't changed at all, then resolutely turned and walked out.
"Take good care of her."
Ling Yan coldly gave instructions to the two professional bodyguards and a caregiver standing outside the door, then concealed the weariness and exhaustion in her eyes and refocused her ruthless gaze.
"Yes, Miss Ling!"
After leaving the hospital, Lingyan drove straight to the newly built police station building, where the driver who caused the accident was being detained on charges of drunk driving and intentional homicide.
Through Ling Yan's efforts, he was directly transferred to the jurisdiction of Police Inspector Wang.
Led by the police officers who already knew her well, Ling Yan walked through the busy and serious office area. The passing police officers kept casting glances at her, as if to say, "Here we go again."
"Officer, I've said it so many times, I was really drunk and out of my mind, I know I was wrong—"
"What exactly do you want to ask? I really don't know."
Upon entering the interrogation room, one could hear a man shouting angrily from inside.
"Miss Ling, we really can't get anything out of her."
Upon seeing her arrive, Inspector Wang stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and greeted her with a wry smile.
Through the dim one-way glass, Ling Yan stared intently at the handcuffed, unshaven young man in the interrogation room, who looked impatient and tired.
"I've said it many times, I really just drank a little too much that day, and that's when I happened to see her."
You know, her father owed my family a lot of debt, and because of this debt, my family went bankrupt, and my promising young life was ended.
That day I was really impulsive, thinking of ending it all at once.
"I've already admitted it, what more do you want from me?"
The young man spoke mechanically, repeating these words countless times without changing a single detail.
Lingyan didn't believe that this was really a simple case of impulsive drunken murder.
Even if he lost his previous comfortable life, without any deep-seated hatred, how could he easily do something that could ruin his life just because of drunken impulse?
"Inspector Wang, this doesn't make sense."
She sighed, took two more steps forward, and looked somewhat frightening with her eyes bloodshot from staying up all week.
"It's incomprehensible to normal people, but Miss Ling, perhaps there are always some madmen in this world."
A police officer standing nearby picked up an enamel mug from the table, took a sip of water, and said with dissatisfaction.
Because of Lingyan's suspicion, they also had to endure several days without any results, which made everyone somewhat dissatisfied.
"Perhaps, it really is an undeserved disaster."
Police Inspector Wang also sighed.
"Any new discoveries regarding his social connections and debts?"
"The result is the same as before—the playboy's cronies are all innocent in this matter and have no debts that they can't repay even if they sold themselves."
Inspector Wang took the file, which he had examined repeatedly, trying to find something new to tell Ling Yan.
"I heard his father is in the hospital?"
Ling Yan suddenly interjected.
"That's true, but their family still has some savings. The insurance they bought before paid out a huge sum of money, which is enough for their treatment."
Another officer said nonchalantly, clearly not taking the matter to heart.
"Inspector Wang, may I go in and talk to him?"
After going through this person's entire resume, she couldn't find any more suspicious clues, but Lingyan's intuition still felt that something was wrong, so she made an unconventional request.
"Miss Ling, this is the interrogation room."
Police Inspector Wang sighed helplessly and looked at her with a headache.
Ling Yan's eyes swept over the camera and recording equipment that was flashing red light, then looked back at Inspector Wang.
"You can go out now."
After staring at her for a few seconds, Inspector Wang finally relented and kicked all the officers out of the room and interrogation room.
Then he walked to the main power supply of the control equipment, pressed the switches one by one, and turned off all the devices that could record what was happening here, so that there would be no trace of any irregular interrogation.
"Miss Ling should have a way to deal with the camera."
"It's already closed."
Ling Yan waved a remote control in her hand. When Officer Wang started clearing the area, she had already used this little gadget to completely cut off the surveillance in the interrogation room.
"Your high-tech stuff is really amazing—I'm afraid the police station will be taken over one day."
Inspector Wang jokingly expressed his concern, which earned him a faint smile from Ling Yan.
She opened the door to the interrogation room and went in. The young prisoner was puzzled by the sudden interruption of the interrogation when he saw the unfamiliar woman walk in.
"What? Is this a honey trap this time?"
He chuckled lightly, his eyes sweeping over Ling Yan with a hint of something ambiguous in them.
Instead of sitting down opposite him as he had expected, Lingyan walked straight to his side.
The woman, who was not short to begin with, walked up to the man who was sitting rather awkwardly in his high heels.
The "clack-clack" sound of heels hitting the ground inexplicably creates a sense of oppression.
Looking down at him coldly, Ling Yan cracked her knuckles.
What are you doing—
A bad feeling rose in the man's heart. The next second, he punched him hard in the thin abdomen, silencing him before he could finish speaking.
Years of drinking and womanizing had already worn down his body, and he hadn't exercised much. Recently, he had been subjected to a lot of torture in prison, so he was in a very weak state.
Lingyan struck him in the abdomen with eight-tenths of her strength, almost making him vomit up his dinner from the night before.
"You're using torture to extract confessions? I'm going to sue you!"
Catching his breath, he roared angrily.
"Forced confession? You need a confession to force a confession. Your reasoning is rather strange."
Ling Yan chuckled, grabbed him by the collar, pressed him against the interrogation table, and pulled his hands behind his back.
The pain of ligaments being constantly torn is unbearable for most people, and young men are no exception.
"Ah—let me go! You crazy woman!—What do you want?"
No matter how much he cried out, Ling Yan was now in charge of the interrogation room.
Seeing that he was about to faint from all the torment, Lingyan finally let go of him, leaving him slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
Taking advantage of his still-unclear mind due to a headache, Lingyan pressed him for answers.
"—Nobody's here."
After a long pause, the man finally said something in a muffled voice.
"Is your father in the hospital?"
Lingyan squatted down, looking him straight in the eye. The man suddenly raised his head, his frivolousness gone, replaced by a fierce look.
She knew she had made the right bet this time.
“If you tell me, I’ll give you double what that man promised. Otherwise—something will happen to your father—”
The words were left unfinished, but were filled with a threatening undertone.
"Don't touch my dad!"
She yelled at him fiercely, and a look of struggle began to flash in the man's eyes.
Who is it?
Without giving him a direct answer, Lingyan asked another question.
The man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
“Miss Ling, this behavior is not quite in accordance with the rules.”
The closed door to the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and his mouth was simultaneously sealed shut.
A man who appeared to have the same rank as Inspector Wang appeared at the door, interrupting the irregular interrogation.
"Inspector Wang, you've got some nerve. Allowing unrelated people to torture you and extract a confession? Just wait for the superintendent to bring you to justice."
The police inspector turned to look at Inspector Wang, his tone quite pleased, a gloating smile playing on his lips.
It's clear that his relationship with Inspector Wang isn't very harmonious.
Ultimately, the visit to the police station came to nothing and may have even resulted in disciplinary action against Inspector Wang.
Ling Yan expressed her deepest apologies and could only appeal to her superiors to ask the superintendent to forgive their minor mistake.
However, it wasn't entirely without any gains. At least it made Ling Yan even more certain of one thing: that someone was indeed hiding behind the scenes—could it be Xia Xiange?
Ling Yan had no answer. She couldn't find any trace of the Xuanhu at all.
Having missed this golden opportunity, Ling Yan went to the police station several more times, but she could no longer dissuade the perpetrator. Everything seemed to be heading towards a dead end.
Ling Yan was extremely busy investigating the truth behind Gu Zhong's accident and dealing with Yao Zhong and her own group's affairs, but she still visited Gu Zhong every day, waiting for a miracle of awakening.
Later, she simply moved into Gu Zhong's hospital suite and brought all her company affairs there, working day and night.
So the previously empty ward now has tables and chairs, several thick stacks of documents, and a single bed.
That night, Lingyan buried herself in her work as usual.
In a moment of leisure, glancing out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see the person on the bed move their hand slightly.