Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 872 - 872 858 Poisoning (3)

Chapter 872: 858, Poisoning (3) Chapter 872: 858, Poisoning (3) “What happened here?” An Chong rushed over, hurriedly helped up Old Master An, and looked to Qiu Bo for an explanation.

“Ah!” Zhou Qi and several others followed in and, seeing Old Master An unconscious, cried out in alarm.

“What’s happened?”

Qiu Bo quickly said, “Just now the master was fine, suddenly he vomited a mouthful of blood, then he fainted.”

“Enough talk, let’s get Grandpa to the hospital first.” An Chong lifted Old Master An, carried him on his back, and strode out, with Qiu Bo following closely behind.

“Let’s go, hurry, we should go too.” Zhou Qi’s face turned pale with fright, and she seemed somewhat beside herself with panic.

An Rong nodded and helped her to chase after them.

Beside them, Zhao Xuan watched their retreating figures, her eyes glancing at the not-yet-dry black blood on the carpet, a hint of malevolence flashing in the depths of her gaze.

Beijing Private Hospital

In the quiet corridor, the disorderly sound of footsteps revealed the urgency of the comers.

“Azhe!”

Seeing Mo Xiao, Zhou Qi quickly got up from the bench.

Mo Xiao ignored her and turned his head to Qiu Bo, “What happened?”

“I’m not sure either, just now the master was dining, he hadn’t eaten but two bites before he vomited blood and passed out,” Qiu Bo explained.

Hearing this, Mo Xiao frowned, “Vomited blood?”

“Dad!”

Jian Qing and Jian Luo also arrived. Seeing the two of them, Zhou Qi and the others immediately changed their expressions.

“How is Great-Grandfather?” Jian Qing looked at the operating room’s still flashing red light, his face slightly solemn.

Hearing the words “Great-Grandfather”, Zhou Qi scoffed, her eyes full of disdain.

They had been so adamant before about not acknowledging the An Family, but now they were recognizing Old Master An. It seemed they were won over by the property Old Master An had given them.

Suddenly, the operating light went off.

The tightly closed door opened, and a doctor came out.

“Doctor, how is it?” Mo Xiao was the first to rush up and ask.

“The situation is quite serious. Old Master An is elderly, and his body was already in poor condition. We’ve conducted an examination for Old Master An, but it’s strange that we can’t find any reason for his vomiting blood and losing consciousness,” the doctor said hesitantly.

“How can there be no reason, aren’t you a doctor?” Zhou Qi challenged.

“Quiet!” Mo Xiao shouted sternly.

Zhou Qi fell silent in embarrassment, her eyes resentfully glancing at him.

Jian Qing took out her phone, just about to make a call, when she heard a series of footsteps nearby.

She looked up and saw Bai Jue arriving.

“Bai Jue, come quickly.” She put away her phone and waved to Bai Jue.

Bai Jue hurried over, his hair slightly disheveled, breathing lightly.

“What’s the situation now?”

“He suddenly vomited blood and lost consciousness, and the doctors can’t find the cause,” Jian Qing said quickly.

Bai Jue nodded in understanding, grabbed the doctor with one hand, and walked into the operating room.

“Hey… what are you doing?” Caught off guard and lifted up, the doctor was startled.

“Shut up, you understand saving lives or not?”

Bai Jue said coldly, as the door to the operating room closed again and the red light turned on.

“Who is that person, Azhe? The one lying in there is your grandfather. How could you let just anyone in? What if something goes wrong, what then?” Zhou Qi questioned, her gaze drifting towards Jian Qing with a hint of malice.

Mo Xiao was clearly impatient, “Under these circumstances, do you still plan to make a fuss here?”

“Azhe, what tone is that? I am your mother,” Zhou Qi said, choked with anger.

“Uncle Qiu, what did great-grandfather eat today?” Jian Qing directly ignored Zhou Qi’s rants and turned to Uncle Qiu to inquire.

How could one vomit black blood out of nowhere? Moreover, when she had seen the An family’s patriarch a while ago, he had appeared to be in good spirits, showing no signs of discomfort.

“Nothing much, just some of the dishes the old master usually enjoys, nothing out of the ordinary,” Uncle Qiu quickly grasped the implication behind Jian Qing’s words, having witnessed many storms by the old master’s side.

Jian Qing’s eyes narrowed as she looked towards Zhou Qi and her entourage, a glint of deep thought flickering in her gaze.

“What is that look for? And what did you mean by your words just now? Are you suspecting that we poisoned the old master?” An Rong muttered discontentedly.

“An Rong,” An Zhonghui barked.

“Dad, she clearly meant that just now,” An Rong said.

An Zhonghui, with a stern face, said, “Enough, is this the time to argue?”

The waiting time was always long. Mo Xiao and the others were restless, glancing towards the firmly shut operating room doors from time to time.

After what felt like an eternity, the closed doors opened again.

Bai Jue removed his mask and took off the white coat he had temporarily put on.

“Bai Jue, how is it?” Jian Qing asked.

Bai Jue’s face was grave. He passed a meaningful glance to the two with Jian Qing, and they nodded in understanding. The three of them walked to a corner, followed closely by Mo Xiao.

Zhou Qi and her group watched their retreating figures, puzzled.

In the corner, Bai Jue lowered his voice, “The old master has been poisoned with a type of slow-acting poison, probably somebody has been tampering with his food.”

The poison was colorless and tasteless, hard for ordinary doctors to detect, especially since the old master hadn’t been poisoned for long. The sudden vomiting of blood and fainting were largely due to his advanced age, which pronounced the symptoms of the poisoning.

At this news, the faces of Jian Qing’s group turned cold in an instant.

“Bai Jue, is there a way to treat the poison?” Jian Qing asked.

Whoever had administered the poison, she was determined to find out, but the immediate priority was whether the old man’s poisoning could be treated.

At this question, Bai Jue’s expression grew even more solemn.

“It’s treatable, but considering the old master’s advanced age, even if we cure the poisoning, he might not recover completely.”

For someone in his nineties, he certainly couldn’t bounce back as quickly as a younger person.

“Bai Jue, no matter what, use every possible means to save him,” Jian Luo said.

Bai Jue nodded, “I understand.”

Hearing that the old master was poisoned, Mo Xiao’s forehead vein throbbed, his whole being emanating a chilling presence.

The old master’s meals had always been managed by Uncle Qiu, and the mansion’s security was tight, it was impossible for an outsider to get in. The person who poisoned him must be someone from within the household.

“Dad, let me handle this,” Jian Qing said, patting him on the shoulder.

Mo Xiao’s furrowed brow didn’t ease, “Together.”

Whoever dared to poison the old master, he would not let them get away with it.

“Fine.”

After their discussion, Jian Qing and her group returned.

“Azhe, how is your grandfather doing?” An Zhonghui asked.

Mo Xiao remained silent, his expression cold. Bai Jue simply said, “His condition has temporarily stabilized.”