strictlysupreme Chapter 1201 Is Yunhan the gift you left for me?
Chapter 1201 Is Yunhan the gift you left for me?
“It’s Yunhan.”
Gu Mingcheng's voice came from behind. He had stood at the door of the laboratory without knowing when, with his suit jacket draped over his arm, revealing the half-wrinkled cuffs of his shirt underneath.
"The registrant of the email domain name used the old code name of the James family, and he is the only one who can access the original data of James' laboratory, except Xiao Mo."
Su Xingya turned around abruptly, and the email in her hand almost slipped: "So he has been helping us in secret? But why..."
Gu Yunqian placed the tablet on the lab table and pulled up Yunhan’s entry and exit records: “He flew to Tokyo this morning and sent me a message before leaving.”
He clicked on the screen, and there was only a photo in the dialog box - Yunhan's palm was facing up, with two candies lying in his palm, one was strawberry flavored, and the other had the chemical structure formula of "Scopamine" printed on the packaging.
"He's confessing his guilt." Lu Jinqi took a breath, "Strawberry candy is a common marker he uses, and the chemical structure... clearly means that he knows both the toxin and the antidote."
William suddenly remembered something and turned around to find Han Zhiyuan's medical records: "She said that the first symptoms appeared when..."
The air in the laboratory seemed to freeze.
Gu Mingcheng looked at the raindrops falling outside the window and recalled what Yun Han had said in the California villa: "A true hunter never leaves anyone alive."
It turned out that he was not boasting about his methods, but hinting that from the very beginning, he had never intended for Xiao Mo's "acute revenge" to ruin this carefully planned chronic murder.
"The toxin he gave Xiao Mo was a semi-finished product."
Gu Mingcheng suddenly spoke up and picked up the antidote test tube prepared by William.
"A truly lethal dose needs to be accurate to micrograms, but a brat like Xiao Mo can only do it recklessly."
It’s said that bloodline is a very strange thing. The course of chemistry is just so easy for some people!
Su Xingya dug her nails deep into her palms, and suddenly someone taught her how to identify the grade of tea. "Good scopolamine derivatives will have a faint bitter almond flavor after brewing."
But the scary thing was that she had no sense of reality for such a vague yet clear memory. In other words, this scene became a memory floating through her mind, but it didn't seem like it really happened.
"What should we do now?" Lu Jinqi looked at the clock on the wall. Han Zhiyuan's infusion time was about to end. "Will this antidote... work?"
Gu Yunqian and Gu Mingcheng looked at each other, and determination flashed in the eyes of both father and son.
"Instead of waiting for others to give you the truth, it's better to take a chance yourself."
When the needle tip pierced Han Zhiyuan's vein, the ticking sound of the monitor was particularly clear.
Outside the window, heavy rain was pouring down. The rain didn't stop for a long time. Dark clouds outside the window covered the originally clear sky, and everyone's mood became gloomy.
"The antidote is working." William's voice trembled, "Her vocal cord damage is beginning to reverse."
It was unknown how long it had passed before Lu Jinqi announced Han Zhiyuan's latest treatment results. The rain stopped at some point, and a ray of sunlight passed through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.
Gu Mingcheng sent a message to Yun Han. There was only a short line of text on the screen: "The poison in Han Zhiyuan's body is decreasing."
He put away his phone, looked up at the night sky, and muttered to himself. He asked Su Jingyi in his heart: "Is Yunhan the gift you left for me?"
No one answered, only the stars in the sky twinkled, as if conveying some silent response.
The two have been brothers for many years, and even though Su Jingyi is not around at the moment, the innate tacit understanding between them has never disappeared.
Gu Mingcheng knew very well that his younger brother had probably known from the beginning that Mrs. Michelle was taking the only child of the Wei family to the United States.
In order to bring Wei Jingtao's case to a complete conclusion, this guy must have put a lot of thought into it behind the scenes.
Gu Mingcheng could even imagine how many unknown means the gentle artist had used in order to keep the two uncertain factors firmly in his hands.
He seemed to see Su Jingyi making plans calmly, pushing everything forward in a seemingly gentle way, allowing the truth to surface little by little, and bringing the conspiracy to an end step by step.
It was a dark night. Gu Mingcheng stood in front of the window, looking at the lights in the distance, feeling a mixture of emotions in his heart.
Some things do not need much explanation. The tacit understanding between brothers is better than thousands of words.
The appearance of Yunhan may really be like a chess piece planted by Su Jingyi, playing a crucial role at the critical moment, but inadvertently putting everything back on track.
The wind blew gently, taking away the heat of the night, but it could not take away the thoughts in Gu Mingcheng's heart. He knew that some truths might never be revealed, but the bond hidden in the blood would never change...
The blue light of the monitor danced on Han Zhiyuan's face, and Gu Yunqian counted the rise and fall of her Adam's apple every twenty-three seconds - this was the seventh day since they discovered that the toxin was eroding Han Zhiyuan's vocal cord muscles.
When William pushed the prepared antidote into his vein, her curled fingers suddenly grabbed the hem of his white coat, and there were blood scabs coughed up three days ago in the gaps between her nails.
"Cholinesterase has risen to 28U/L!" Lu Jinqi stared at the detector, his voice trembling with a desperate tone.
On the night when the first injection of antidote was given, Han Zhiyuan repeatedly strangled herself in a coma, looking extremely painful.
She opened her mouth and breathed with great difficulty, as if something was about to break through the restraint of her throat...
In the early morning of the seventh day, heavy rain beat against the windows of the ward.
Han Zhiyuan suddenly coughed violently, and her blood oxygen level dropped to 82 percent.
When Gu Yunqian rushed into the emergency room, she was scratching the word "Mo" on the back of his hand with her fingernails. Drops of blood seeping from between her fingers fell on the monitor screen like a string of unfinished ellipsis.
"Glottic edema causes mucosal detachment!" William raised the laryngoscope, and two pieces of bloody tissue floated in the light beam - they were medals of fighting against toxins.
When injecting the coagulation factor improver provided by Yunhan, Han Zhiyuan suddenly turned her head and stared at the anesthesiologist's name tag, and whispered "be...careful".
Everyone was stunned - this was the first time she had spoken on her own initiative in three months. The ending of her voice trembled due to the torn vocal cords, but it was like a crack in the ice, letting in the first ray of sunlight.
“Xiao Mo…give it to me…” Two weeks later in the afternoon, Han Zhiyuan looked at the falling cherry blossoms outside the window and finally spelled out a complete sentence.
Her voice was like a guitar string polished by sandpaper, and every word she spoke would involve her neck muscles. But when she mentioned "Xiao Mo", her pupils would suddenly contract - that was a conditioned reflex of poisoned memory.
Gu Yunqian noticed that the poisoning dose she described was always 0.01 micrograms short, like a carefully calculated edge of death.
In front of the mirror in the rehabilitation training room, she repeatedly practiced the "a" sound in front of the airflow tester.
Gu Mingcheng saw all of Han Zhiyuan's improvements. He appeared behind her calmly, his eyes fixed on her neck wrapped in gauze - soon her surgical incision would become an exit.
"Now that you have recovered, some things should be resolved."
His voice was low, and Han Zhiyuan looked up at the glass curtain wall, reflecting Yang Bin's figure behind them.
Han Zhiyuan personally recorded the statement with a throat that had not yet fully recovered. Her voice was hoarse but firm: "At the beginning, he said ginger tea could drive away the cold, and occasionally he would switch to milk. Later, my throat felt obviously uncomfortable, so he switched to mint candy. He stopped feeding me until I got tired of everything, but from then on, my throat was completely unable to make any sound..."
Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the recording equipment in the interrogation room.