Steward Su had maintained a detached expression, but upon seeing the unconscious Pei Ji, his indifference vanished, replaced by a grave tone. "What has happened to the young prince?"
No one dared to answer.
Mr. Z stepped forward and stated the truth, "He has been poisoned."
This matter could not be concealed; Steward Su had brought a doctor, and a simple examination would reveal it. Lying would only diminish Steward Su's trust in him.
Steward Su indeed became anxious. He ordered all the bodyguards down, to surround the young prince, and also called for the doctor to examine him.
Although everyone was eager to leave, they dared not utter a word. After all, it was someone else's plane. If they weren't taken away…
It would be dire.
Therefore, everyone remained quiet.
After the examination, the doctor confirmed, "It is poisoning. There is also a medicinal property within him currently combating the poison, which can temporarily ensure the young prince's safety, but he will remain unconscious for some time, and…"
He revealed a fact that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
"Once this medicinal property dissipates, the young prince will instantly perish."
"Are there any solutions?" Steward Su remained relatively calm. The doctor he brought was renowned in the medical field.
This poison should not be insurmountable for him.
However, the doctor disappointed him. "I am unable to help. I have never encountered this type of poison; its toxicity is extremely potent. If not for the counteracting medicinal property, the young prince would likely already be…"
Steward Su's face turned cold. "I will trouble you to do your utmost to ensure the young prince's safety."
"Yes."
The doctor, deeply regretful of his powerlessness, was determined to use all his skills.
Steward Su had his men escort the young prince onto the helicopter. He paid no attention to the remaining people. Mr. Z had to step forward to arrange for everyone to board the plane.
But he made no mention of Shen Qingqing and the others.
Fu Jingshu appeared behind him silently. "What about the people who haven't been found yet?"
Mr. Z turned around helplessly. "Master Fu, I have no choice. The immediate priority is to safely transfer everyone else out."
Fu Jingshu looked at him coldly.
"I know you are worried, but we cannot have everyone stay here to accompany you while the person is missing," Mr. Z said, patting his shoulder gently. "Don't worry, after we send everyone away, I will bring more people back. I will do my best to help you find the person."
He turned to board the plane, but someone grasped his shoulder from behind.
The hand did not exert much force, but when he tried to break free, he found he could not. He smiled meaningfully.
"Master Fu, what are you doing?" he asked softly. "Do you expect a frail invalid like me to stay behind and search for someone with you?"
"If you leave, will you come back?"
Fu Jingshu's voice was even colder and deeper than his.
Mr. Z remained noncommittal. "Of course, I will. I will not go back on my word once I've promised."
Over there, Steward Su was impatient to send the young prince to the hospital. "Gentlemen, let's leave here first before discussing anything."
Fu Jingshu did not move, and Mr. Z naturally could not leave. His gaze was helpless, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum.
"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"
"Naturally, I am stopping you."
A clear, cold, and familiar voice rang out.
Everyone's minds went blank for a moment. Seeing the familiar figure, accompanied by an old man and a cold, wicked man, walking step by step.
Shen Qingqing?!
She looked somewhat dishevelled, her clothes torn, her hair messy, and her face pale.
But it still could not hide her innate beauty. Even in such a state of disarray, the first thing that drew attention was her astonishing beauty.
Mr. Z was also surprised, and then a happy smile appeared. "So you're alright! It's truly wonderful, after all, you came with me. If anything happened to you, I would be greatly responsible."
"Yes, I didn't die, much to your disappointment."
Mr. Z was taken aback. "What do you mean? I'm overjoyed that you're alive, how could I be disappointed?"
Shen Qingqing offered no explanation, turning to look at Fu Jingshu and flashing a bright smile. Fu Jingshu immediately released Mr. Z and strode towards her.
He ignored the fact that they were in full view of everyone. The relief of finding her again was beyond words.
He swept her into his arms.
"It's good that you're alright…"
His embrace was so strong that it even hurt her, but Shen Qingqing did not struggle. She hugged him back. "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Ai Qi ran down from the plane, her voice filled with joy. "Sister, it's truly wonderful that you're safe!"
King looked at her meaningfully. "What, are you very happy?"
"Mmhmm!" Ai Qi looked at Shen Qingqing pleadingly, as if to confirm she wasn't injured. As she watched, tears began to stream down her face.
"That's great, it's so good that sister is okay… otherwise, I would never have peace of mind in this lifetime."
Shen Qingqing patted the man's back and finally emerged from his embrace, turning to Steward Su. "I heard the young prince was poisoned?"
In fact, she had returned a while ago but had not revealed herself.
Steward Su grunted, his brows furrowed with impatience. "Is everyone accounted for now? Can we board the plane?"
Shen Qingqing looked at the old man.
The old man immediately understood and stepped forward to examine the young prince. However, as he approached, he was blocked by Steward Su, who regarded him with a calm yet profound gaze.
"Who are you? What do you intend to do?"
"Move aside." The old man pushed his hand away. "If you don't want this boy to die, then move aside."
Steward Su froze. "What do you mean?"
Shen Qingqing leaned against Fu Jingshu, lazily reminding him, "He is the foremost poison doctor of this era. If he cannot cure this poison, then no one else in this world can."
Steward Su was skeptical. He had never seen this old man, nor this woman. If they were truly renowned figures, there would be no way he would have no information about them.
"Move aside."
The old man had no initial interest in saving Pei Ji, but he was naturally rebellious. The more someone disagreed, the more he insisted. Thus, he raised his hand and threw a puff of white mist.
Steward Su instinctively held his breath, but it was too late; he inhaled some.
A wave of dizziness washed over his head. He swayed and was promptly supported by the bodyguards behind him. Although he did not faint, he was completely weak and unable to speak.
The bodyguard immediately questioned, "Old man, what did you do?"
"I merely sent away those who were in the way."
The old man walked directly towards the young prince. Upon a glance, he noticed something was wrong. His expression changed. The bodyguard was about to say something, but Shen Qingqing stopped him.
"If you don't want Pei Ji to die, then shut your mouth."
King stepped forward with a playful smile, patting Steward Su's shoulder. "Don't panic. With so many of you here watching, can they really harm Pei Ji?"
Steward Su's lips moved a few times, but no sound came out.
"Don't worry, it will be fine," King placated with little sincerity.
The bodyguard was unsure what to do and instinctively looked at Steward Su. He gave a look of "remain calm," so the bodyguard could only quiet down.
The old man stood up and said, "It is Heartbreak Toxin."