"You're impossible, I can't talk to you anymore." Song Jiaqian truly couldn't stand Ye Xiao any longer and quickly hung up the phone.

Ignoring the many strange looks from those around him, Ye Xiao headed straight for the elevator.

Inside a VIP ward.

"Don't kill my dad, don't kill my dad, where are you Dad? Dad, where are you..." Han Xuewei cried out emotionally, seemingly trying to call her deceased father back to life.

If there truly were souls after death, Han Jianjun would definitely be shedding tears in the great beyond.

Han Xuewei had already become a figure of tears, and although Shen Qiuyu, Ling Shuya, and Zhou Yuyan tried their best to restrain her, hearing Han Xuewei's heart-wrenching cries was breaking them down as well.

Nothing is more painful than watching a loved one leave this world right before one's eyes. If it were merely an illness or an incurable disease that led to death, perhaps the pain wouldn't be as intense, but what Han Xuewei had witnessed was her father being shot and killed by someone, the bullet leaving a bloody hole in Han Jianjun's head.

The scene of Huang Zongyuan shooting Han Jianjun in the office was ingrained in Han Xuewei's mind, haunting her relentlessly.

At this moment, there were several doctors in the ward.

"There's no other way, we need to use a sedative to stabilize the patient's emotions first," a doctor around forty years old said to another beside him.

"Quick, go get the sedative," ordered another doctor to a nurse standing nearby, while they all solemnly watched Han Xuewei on the hospital bed.

As the nurse reached the door, it opened automatically—of course, it didn't actually open on its own. There were two people standing at the entrance, one was Ye Xiao and the other was Song Jiaqian.

"Jiaqian, the doctor asked for a sedative, the patient is too agitated," the nurse told Song Jiaqian.

Hearing the nurse's words, Ye Xiao immediately said to the nurse, "No need."

"What?" The nurse was momentarily taken aback by Ye Xiao's response, clearly not understanding what he meant. Why shouldn't she get the sedative?

As the nurse was about to ask for clarification, Ye Xiao had already walked into the ward.

"Ye Xiao," Ling Shuya spotted Ye Xiao as soon as he entered the ward. The three girls had red eyes, clearly affected by Han Xuewei's struggles and cries on the bed. As the saying goes, everyone has a heart, so they too felt a sourness within.

Ye Xiao was about to approach the patient when a doctor immediately stopped him, saying, "Sir, please don't come any closer. The patient is emotionally unstable; we need to administer a sedative first."

Ye Xiao simply said, "No need."

With a swift step, Ye Xiao moved forward, Ling Shuya quickly stepped aside, and Ye Xiao reached Han Xuewei's side. He touched a few acupoints on Han Xuewei's head, and almost instantly, her outbursts subsided significantly; her emotions calmed, and she slowly looked up at Ye Xiao sitting beside her.

Finally, Han Xuewei threw her arms around Ye Xiao and burst into loud sobs, not speaking but crying with sheer grief and deep sorrow, breaking the hearts of those around her.

Ye Xiao embraced Han Xuewei and sighed softly, "Cry, it's good to let it all out."

Human bodies are quite miraculous; sometimes, crying is the most healing "Spiritual Medicine" for the soul when one feels immense injustice.

Ye Xiao's recent light-handed technique had astounded the doctors in the ward, who claimed to be experts at the hospital. They had been out of options, but somehow, this young man's few touches had significantly steadied the girl's emotions. Although Han Xuewei was still crying, it was clear to everyone that her state of mind had improved; she no longer seemed hysterical, and her spirit appeared normal.

"Doctor, this young lady is mainly suffering from emotional shock; just give her some nutrient IVs," Ye Xiao said, looking up at the doctors still standing in the room.

If someone else had spoken to them that way, the doctors would have been quite displeased. However, seeing Ye Xiao speak to them in this manner caused none of them to object as they glanced at him and then left the ward.

These self-proclaimed experts were incredibly surprised by Ye Xiao, as they had anticipated the need for Western medicine to control the patient's unstable emotions. Yet, astonishingly, after the young man's simple touch, the patient's condition began to improve. Although still in tears, the crying was different, and it was evident that the patient was mentally stable now.

"Doctor Zhang, Dr. Hua, thank you for your efforts, please take a break. If the patient experiences any discomfort, I will make sure to call for your assistance," Song Jiaqian said, knowing that these doctors held prestigious positions in the hospital. Therefore, it wouldn't be quite right to simply send them away, as they were also individuals who cared greatly about reputation. Hence, Song Jiaqian could only offer more kind words and praises.

When Song Jiaqian arrived at the hospital, the director had often directly or indirectly instructed these doctors that Song Jiaqian was no ordinary person, and they must respond to her requests without question. Despite their puzzlement over Song Jiaqian's young age and the director's evident respect for her, they were indeed cooperative, or at the very least, they treated her with considerable deference.

"Nurse Song, there's no need for formalities. If there's anything, let us know at any time."

Afterward, several doctors left, and Song Jiaqian saw them out of the ward, expressing her thanks repeatedly.

At this time, Han Xuewei, who had been crying loudly, gradually became quieter, and before long, she slowly calmed down.

Ye Xiao looked down to see Han Xuewei, who had cried herself to sleep on his body.

Shen Qiuyu, Ling Shuya, and Zhou Yuyan, and Song Jiaqian, who had just returned from seeing off the doctors, all looked toward Han Xuewei, who had closed her eyes and was still sobbing from time to time.

Not long ago, Han Xuewei's father was shot dead by someone, a fact that Song Jiaqian was aware of. After learning about it, she immediately said she needed to call her father, and Ye Xiao also told Song Jiaqian that the murderer had been caught.

Han Xuewei had been crying and making a scene, very emotional, which had drained a lot of her energy, so now she was weak and fell asleep with exhaustion.

About ten minutes after Ye Xiao had held Han Xuewei, noticing that she was indeed deep in sleep, he carefully moved her onto the hospital bed.

Ye Xiao looked at Han Xuewei lying on the hospital bed, less of her usual arrogance, more vulnerability showing through.

The Han Xuewei of now was just a little girl who needed protection, and clearly, it fell to Ye Xiao to take on the task of protecting her.

In the corridor.

It was now around 8:30 pm, and even the flow of people in the hospital was slowly diminishing. After all, visiting hours were over.

At this time, there were but a few people in the corridor of this floor, and the entrance to the VIP ward was particularly quiet, given that not many were staying in the VIP rooms.

"I really don't know how Xuewei will manage to live after this," Zhou Yuyan suddenly sighed.

The sigh from Zhou Yuyan made everyone worry about Han Xuewei.

"If I were her, I'd probably go insane by now because the road ahead is just too uncertain," Ling Shuya whispered.

Though the words came from Ling Shuya's mouth, perhaps everyone present shared the sentiment.

Ye Xiao had already called Lin Dieying but hadn't mentioned that Han Jianjun had been shot dead, only that there was a significant issue at the company, and it was a very important business matter.

Lin Dieying was skeptical, but in order to make her mother, Li Yinge, believe, she didn't question further and simply stayed home with her mom.

Ye Xiao glanced at Ling Shuya and Zhou Yuyan, then at Shen Qiuyu. Song Jiaqian had returned to work since nurses were among the busiest in the hospital.

"Han Jianjun died because of me," Ye Xiao suddenly said softly.

Everyone who had been feeling sorrowful over the death of Han Xuewei's father at the hands of the malicious Huang Zongyuan was shocked by Ye Xiao's words.

Obviously, they all couldn't fathom what "died because of Ye Xiao" meant.

Wasn't it said that Han Jianjun was killed by Huang Zongyuan's gunshot? Could it be...

The three girls all looked at Ye Xiao with disbelief on their faces.

Ye Xiao sighed, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, but noticing the no smoking sign on the wall, he held it in his hand without lighting it.

"Han Jianjun and I had an agreement that I would ensure his safety while he competed with Huang Zongyuan's company. However, he ultimately died by Huang Zongyuan's hands, so to say, 'I am not the one who kills, yet someone dies because of me'."

Everyone felt a sigh of understanding upon hearing Ye Xiao's explanation; so this was the underlying reason.

Shen Qiuyu walked up to Ye Xiao. She was undoubtedly the closest person to him and the one who could best understand his thoughts. As soon as Ye Xiao spoke, she grasped the gist of the matter.

Shen Qiuyu looked at Ye Xiao and said softly, "I know you must feel guilty in your heart, but since he's gone, we should now think about how to arrange things for Han Xuewei. Within the next three to five months, Han Xuewei should not live alone. If Han Xuewei truly has a strong spirit, that would still be acceptable. However, from what we've just seen, if she becomes too grief-stricken, the deceased might not only be Han Jianjun."

Shen Qiuyu's words hit the nail on the head.

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