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By the time they arrived at Mingqing Mansion, there were already police cars and an ambulance parked downstairs.

Lin Gantang quickly pressed the elevator button to go upstairs.

She ran breathlessly to the door of Yin Zhen’s home, where two police officers stood, and a doctor was hurriedly carrying someone away on a stretcher—the unconscious person was none other than Yin Zhen.

The young male officer saw the two approaching and stepped forward to ask, “You are…”

“I am the one who reported the incident.” Wen Yanqing asked calmly, “What happened to Miss Yin just now?”

Another middle-aged male officer came out of the room and said upon hearing the question, “The doctor’s preliminary diagnosis is poisoning, she’s currently being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Gantang’s breathing tightened—poisoned?

“I’ll follow the ambulance,” she said to Wen Yanqing and then chased downstairs.

Wen Yanqing stayed in the room, speaking to the police officer, “As far as I know, Miss Yin is a resilient woman. She wouldn’t do something foolish like taking poison to commit suicide. Please, help look for any trace or clue of poisoning in the room.”

The officer nodded, “I’ll collect the evidence and make an assessment, sir. There’s no need to worry.”

As Lin Gantang reached downstairs, after telling the doctor she was a friend of the patient, the doctor let her get on the ambulance.

The vehicle raced all the way to the hospital, stopped at the entrance, wheeled the patient down, and was hustled in by the swift-moving medical staff.

Yin Zhen was admitted into the ICU.

Outside, Lin Gantang waited anxiously, her palms growing cold with nervousness.

The emergency red light kept on shining, and even when Wen Yanqing arrived, it had not yet turned off.

“The patient’s condition is critical and requires a family member’s signature.” A nurse came out.

Lin Gantang was not a relative and had no right to sign. She dialed Jiang Chenying’s number, but no one answered the call.

“Do you have the number of Yin Zhen’s father?” Lin Gantang turned to Wen Yanqing with hope.

“Don’t worry, leave it to me.”

It was a piece of cake for Wen Yanqing to get Yin Hongjiang’s contact information.

Because it was Wen Yanqing who made the call himself, Yin Hongjiang, busy with work, hurried nonstop to the hospital, only then learning about Yin Zhen’s poisoning.

But Yin Hongjiang couldn’t understand how she had been so well one moment and then suddenly poisoned, lying in the ICU the next.

It wasn’t until night fell and the lights went out that the doctor came out.

“The patient’s vital signs have now stabilized,” the doctor said.

Lin Gantang let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“It’s fortunate the poisoning was discovered early. The patient ingested a neurotoxin, which in large amounts could have been fatal within minutes. Thankfully, the patient didn’t ingest much,” said the doctor. “Nevertheless, her current symptoms are far from mild. Had it not been detected in time, she might have died within a few hours.”

A few hours? Lin Fan was out filming; Yin Zhen was now living alone in Mingqing Mansion, a few hours later, it’s likely she would have been beyond help.

Lin Gantang felt a chill run down her spine.

In Lin Gantang’s memory, Yin Zhen persisted to the very end and certainly didn’t go through being poisoned and nearly losing her life.

Those at odds with Yin Zhen, isn’t that exactly Yin He?

Lin Gantang gazed toward Yin Hongjiang with a serene look in her eyes, but she couldn’t just make unfounded accusations; she would still have to wait for the results of the police investigation, or possibly for Yin Zhen to wake up and ask her.

Yin Zhen stayed in the intensive care unit under close observation.

Yin Hongjiang couldn’t leave work for twenty-four hours straight to attend to her. He was just about to call Jiang Chenying to have her come and take care of her daughter when he suddenly realized, if Jiang Chenying came, she would surely question him about how Yin Zhen came to be in this situation.

Why was Yin Zhen poisoned?

Yin Hongjiang knew all too well the conditions at home; Yin Zhen and Yin He were at loggerheads, and he suddenly suspected that Yin He might have had a hand in this.

Yin Hongjiang then put his half-raised phone back into his pocket.