The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband
Chapter 41 Where Did You Go?

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Where Did You Go?

"Yaya, Yaya!"

Qin Song reached out to stroke her face, tears streaming down. "Yaya, don’t scare Daddy, okay? You can’t die, do you understand? Daddy only has you..."

Her mind was a chaotic mess. Why hadn’t she said more just now? She might have talked herself to death.

"Make way!"

A strange, pleasant girl’s voice entered her mind.

She must have arrived in heaven.

She saw a beautiful angel in white clothes smiling at her. "How are you feeling?"

Qin Yaya responded without thinking, "So comfortable!"

In heaven, there was no sickness. Even her voice had recovered.

Qin Yaya’s eyes curved up happily. "Angel Sister, can you tell my Dad that even without Yaya, he has to stay strong and keep living?"

The Angel Sister was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled. "You tell him yourself."

Then, she saw her father.

His eyes were wide, shocked, joyous, and disbelieving as he looked at her. "Yaya, Yaya, you can talk? That’s great!"

Qin Yaya frowned. "Dad, are you dead too?"

"No, neither of us is dead."

Qin Song’s face was covered in tears as he sobbed, "We’re both fine, Yaya. This is the miracle doctor I told you about; she can cure you!"

Only then did Qin Yaya realize she was still in the hospital ward.

The person before her wasn’t an angel, but a sister even more beautiful than an angel.

She was bending over, her lips curved in a gentle smile. "Yaya, do you remember anything that happened before you got sick? Did anyone give you anything to eat or drink?"

Qin Yaya thought for a long time, then shook her head. "I don’t remember."

"It seems like it was just during class when suddenly my arm lost all strength, and then Mom brought me to the hospital. At first, the doctors said I might have just slept on my arm wrong, and a few days of rest would fix it. But after resting for a few days, not only did my arm not improve, but other parts of my body couldn’t move either."

"Sister, do you suspect I ate something bad?"

An Yan nodded. "Yes, it could be due to something you ate, but you don’t need to worry. I can treat this illness. Go to sleep."

An Yan twisted the needle in her hand. After Qin Yaya fell asleep, she took out a Blood Collecting Needle, drew a drop of blood, and dropped it onto a test strip.

A few minutes later, she nodded slightly. "Just as I suspected!"

An Yan turned to Qin Song. "Yaya’s illness should have healed long ago. She’s still exhibiting these symptoms of muscle weakness because of the use of a muscle relaxant."

"What?" Qin Song exclaimed in shock. "Do you mean the hospital used the wrong medication?"

An Yan shook her head. "The likelihood of a medication error can essentially be ruled out. It’s a banned drug. Doctors are unlikely to prescribe it, and even if they did, nurses wouldn’t dare administer it."

"So, I’m more inclined to believe that someone deliberately targeted Yaya, bypassing hospital protocols and applying the drug directly to her."

"Mr. Qin, it’s best to consider whether you or Yaya have offended anyone!"

An Yan pulled out the needle and placed it inside the Acupuncture Bag. "From now on, I will come to perform acupuncture on her every Wednesday and Sunday evening. As long as we ensure no one administers any more drugs to her in the meantime, she should recover completely within a month at most."

An Yan finished packing up her belongings and turned to leave.

Qin Song followed her out. "Miss An Yan, I always keep my word. As long as you cure Yaya, I’ll tell you everything I know."

"Mm."

An Yan looked at this ordinary-looking man, feeling slightly moved. He really loves his daughter!

After sending An Yan away, Qin Song’s sorrowful gaze slowly turned deep and resolute.

On the hospital bed, Qin Yaya was sleeping soundly.

The twelve-year-old girl, at an age where she should be blossoming, lively, and carefree, had instead become as thin as a rake due to illness.

She must not have had an uninterrupted night’s sleep for a very long time; this time, Qin Yaya slept for a full two hours before waking.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Qin Song lying by her bed, his hands buried in his hair, as if in extreme pain.

Ever since she became ill and was hospitalized two years ago, Father has completely changed.

He used to be bad-tempered and would swear when frustrated. But now, it seems his eyes and heart only have room for me, his daughter, and he’s always gentle in my presence.

I like this version of Father.

Qin Yaya reached out to grasp Qin Song’s hand. "Dad, what’s wrong?"

Qin Song released his hair and took her hand. "Yaya, the Miracle Doctor Sister said someone is harming you. Dad also has a guess as to who wants to harm you, but Dad has no evidence. So, Dad wants to install surveillance here to wait for her to make a move again and catch her on camera. But Yaya, this means you’ll have to suffer for a few more days. Dad doesn’t know what to do."

"Dad, don’t cry. Yaya isn’t afraid! As long as we can catch the bad person, Yaya is willing!" Qin Yaya declared firmly.

"Good child."

Qin Song touched Qin Yaya’s head with a look of relief on his face.

Qin Yaya smiled happily. She felt very good right now. "Dad, I’m a bit hungry!"

"Then let’s eat."

Qin Song got up and brought over the bowl, spooning the mushy porridge into her mouth, spoonful by spoonful.

"Dad, will the Miracle Doctor Sister come again?"

"She said she’d come twice a week. But no one must know she has been here, and no one must know you’re already improving."

"Mm."

"Once we catch the bad person, Dad will take you home!"

"Okay."

Finally, there was light in Yaya’s eyes!

If one can live, who would choose death?

An Yan had been worried that after curing Qin Yaya, Qin Song would be too scared of Bai Xiaoyun’s retaliation to stand up and testify against her. Now, she wasn’t worried at all.

The one who harmed Qin Yaya must be Bai Xiaoyun. Now, it’s up to Qin Song to catch her.

When she returned to Li Tianyao’s house, he was already in the study.

Dressed in black loungewear, he was leaning back relaxedly in a spacious chair. He had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing perfectly sculpted arms. His elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, and he held a roll of Bamboo Slips in his hand. The distinct knuckles contrasted interestingly with the Bamboo Slips.

"Back?" His voice was low and magnetic.

An Yan couldn’t help but smile teasingly. "How much did you read?"

Li Tianyao put down the Bamboo Slips and turned the computer towards her.

An Yan was suddenly delighted. "You did the translation yourself?"

He had marked every address mentioned in the book, compared them with a current map, and noted their exact locations.

"That was hard work!"

An Yan realized Li Tianyao had done all this work for her, and she felt quite embarrassed. "When I have time, I’ll look at it with you," she said.

Li Tianyao set aside the Bamboo Slips, his voice slightly colder. "Where were you today?"