“Inside? Inside where?”
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "There’s a cave inside?”
Qing Muye stood up and instructed those people, “Take Ah Wei to the hospital first. Song Ci, you stay.”
“Yes.”
Those people responded, shouted to those above, and then someone threw down a rope ladder. One person strapped Meng Jingwei to his back and, clinging to the rope ladder, was pulled up by those above.
After the others left, Qing Muye finally told Song Ci that there was a secret chamber below, but it was two hundred meters away from their current entrance.
The two of them dived in again, carrying the containers.
Later, they found the bedroom where Meng Jingwei had been attacked by a strange creature. Just as they were about to take the water from the jars in that bedroom, they found that the contents of the jars had vanished, not even a drop of water remaining!
Qing Muye stood in the bedroom, his cold eyes scanning the two bowls and the jar before him, knowing with certainty that someone had been there.
However, the underground palace was larger than they had imagined, making it as difficult as climbing to heaven to find one person.
Therefore, he only took the two bowls in a sealed container and left.
Qing Muye, whose physical strength was greatly depleted, felt weak as he went out again. What he could normally swim in four minutes and fifty seconds took him five minutes and thirty seconds due to injuries, high fever, and hunger. He even choked on water.
Song Ci by his side was greatly shocked, never having imagined that there would be such a large secret chamber inside.
He finally understood the reason for the disappearance of the boss and Miss Meng.
“Station people to guard this place. The news about the underground palace must absolutely not be leaked to anyone!”
Qing Muye ordered.
Before he could figure out the situation inside, Qing Muye absolutely would not let anyone else know of its existence.
And who else was in the secret chamber?
He did not know, but he was determined to find out the truth.
…
Private Hospital.
After Meng Jingwei lost consciousness, she was sent to the hospital. She underwent various examinations first, while Qing Muye went to get a tetanus shot and had his wound lightly treated.
His right thenar muscle had been severely bitten, with two rows of teeth marks. Four stitches were placed on each side, and the wound was bandaged. He was also given an IV drip to reduce inflammation and fever.
Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei were in the same ward. He, with an IV drip connected, watched the sleeping woman beside him, awaiting the examination results.
An hour later, Qing Muye received Meng Jingwei’s comprehensive medical reports.
But when he saw the analysis results, he became furious, “This is your examination result? No abnormalities in the blood? CT scans show no abnormalities?”
The hospital director stood before Qing Muye, and seeing his outburst, repeatedly apologized, “Master Qing, we have conducted the most thorough examinations. Moreover, you need to trust our abilities. We have truly examined everything carefully, but no problems have ever occurred.”
Qing Muye recalled what had happened that night, which was already extremely strange and peculiar.
There was clearly something in the water of that jar, but it was invisible. Then he saw a lump bulging on Meng Jingwei’s hand, moving around.
And the jar, after they left, they returned to search for it, only to find that its contents had vanished. This indicated that someone did not want him to uncover the truth.
Qing Muye was very certain that there was something, and it was colorless and odorless.
“Get out.”
He waved his hand, slammed the documents onto the table, and yelled.
Everyone left.
Qing Muye sat in the ward for a long time, finally picking up his phone and making a call to his good brother Tang Si, “Xiao Si, come to the private hospital immediately.”
“Holy crap, Big Brother, Lao Han and I were just about to come see you. You’re at the private hospital, right? Alright, alright, we’ll be right there.”
After hanging up the phone, Han Yu, Tang Si, and Lu Yanming immediately rushed to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital and seeing Qing Muye, Qing Muye told the three brothers truthfully everything that had happened in the underground palace. He then said to Tang Si, “You are most skilled in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Feel Ah Wei’s pulse and see if you can detect any abnormalities.”
“What’s going on? You’re scaring me to death!”
Tang Si grinned, deeply unnerved by Qing Muye.
“This matter is indeed eerie, and requires thorough investigation,” Lu Yanming said.
Han Yu, as the police captain, asked, “That underground palace, are you not going to report it?”
This was an underground palace, with immense archaeological value and significance. By rights, it should be reported.
Facing the responsible Han Yu, Qing Muye smiled helplessly but was not angry, “It will eventually be reported, but the situation has not yet been clarified, so it needs to be kept confidential for now.”
Han Yu knew that Qing Muye was righteous at heart, and he was not surprised by his answer.
The few of them sat in the ward, watching Tang Si bring a visitor’s chair to Meng Jingwei’s side, place his hand on her wrist, close his eyes, and quietly feel her pulse.
Tang Si had retired from practicing medicine for many years and had almost never treated anyone again.
If it weren't for Meng Jingwei's injury today, he would absolutely not have broken his rule.
He carefully felt her pulse for a full two minutes, then looked at Qing Muye and shook his head, “Except for her liver and spleen being a bit poor, there are no other abnormalities.”
“No abnormalities?”
Qing Muye frowned, sat up, and looked somewhat anxious.
“Xiao Si, has your skill diminished?”
“Check her properly. Things are definitely not that simple.”
Lu Yanming and Han Yu said.
Seeing that they didn’t believe him, Tang Si felt Meng Jingwei’s pulse again.
Another two minutes passed, and the result was still no abnormal reactions, everything was normal.
But precisely because everything was normal, it made the situation even more abnormal.
That afternoon, the results for the two bowls that Song Ci had taken for testing also came back.
The results showed that everything was normal, with no anomalies.
It was precisely these results that made the situation even more bizarre.
After much discussion, Qing Muye came up with an idea: everyone should conceal the truth from Meng Jingwei and tell her that the substance inside her body had been extracted through a blood draw.
In the afternoon.
The unconscious Meng Jingwei finally woke up.
Her pale and weak face opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was white, with the smell of disinfectant filling her nostrils.
She knew she was in the hospital.
She turned her head and looked around, finding Qing Muye also receiving an IV drip beside her.
She lay on the bed, her body exhausted, and looked powerlessly at the ceiling, “Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry.”
She hadn’t eaten for two days. Although she was receiving glucose, Meng Jingwei felt her mouth was bland and she was still hungry, so she wanted to eat something.
“Miss Meng, what would you like to eat? I’ll go buy it.”
Song Ci, with his keen observation, immediately walked up to her and asked respectfully.
“I want to eat… soup dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings, shaomai, preserved egg and lean meat congee, pig trotters, braised pig knuckles, Dongpo pork…”
Lying in bed, she rattled off a long list of things she wanted to eat.
Song Ci was so surprised that he couldn’t speak for a while. Finally, he mumbled, “Miss Meng, you’ve ordered so much, can you finish it all?”