Three minutes later, Sun Cheng heard a clear 'creak' sound.
It seemed like the door had opened.
Sun Cheng couldn't help but be startled, curiously parting his fingers to peek at the screen cautiously.
To his surprise, the room was already empty.
Sun Cheng was stunned.
Could it be that the Fourth Master was this fast? It's only been three minutes!
"Why are you standing there? Go get the first aid kit!"
Yun Tingwan's cold voice suddenly reached Sun Cheng's ears.
He then noticed that he hadn't closed the surveillance room door. At that moment, Yun Tingwan was carrying the unconscious Si Yanchen, standing at the doorway and looking at him icily.
Sun Cheng swallowed hard, quickly fetching the first aid kit and arranging for someone to help carry Si Yanchen upstairs.
Yun Tingwan looked at the man lying on the bed expressionlessly, then skillfully picked up an iodine-soaked cotton ball to start treating Si Yanchen's hand wound.
Sun Cheng stood by nervously, wanting to say something but too afraid to speak.
At this moment, Yun Tingwan seemed enveloped in a sinister aura, much like when Si Yanchen was angry.
But ultimately, his concern for Si Yanchen overpowered him: "Miss Yun, what happened to the Fourth Master?"
Previously, when Si Yanchen had an episode, he would lock himself away for half an hour at the shortest, or even up to four or five hours, until he exhausted all his energy and fell into a deep sleep.
But this time, it was incredibly brief.
Yun Tingwan glanced at Sun Cheng, her voice calm: "I knocked him out."
Sun Cheng: "..."
He looked at Yun Tingwan, then at Si Yanchen, utterly perplexed about how she managed to knock him out.
During Sun Cheng's moment of bewilderment, Yun Tingwan had already treated Si Yanchen's injuries and, with a sharp 'click', reset his dislocated wrist from overexertion.
Oh, the dislocation occurred when she executed her smooth combo of a shoulder throw followed by an elbow strike.
But being a medical prodigy, her precision was impeccable.
She checked Si Yanchen's pulse, confirming his condition was stable, then rested her chin thoughtfully.
Though she was a medical genius, diagnosing mental illnesses based on experience was challenging. To accurately determine Si Yanchen's condition, a comprehensive physical examination was necessary.
In the past three years, she had never seen Si Yanchen have an episode. When did his psychological issues begin?
He had been called mad in Yunjing, feared by the Si family, which seemed to have started long ago.
So, did his psychological problems begin then?
Yun Tingwan pondered for a while before discarding these thoughts.
When Si Yanchen developed his psychological issues wasn't within her research scope.
She had many tasks ahead and no time to deal with his antics.
That's why she left abruptly two weeks ago after leaving a contract behind.
Time was running out for her.
After ensuring Si Yanchen was stable and posed no immediate danger, Yun Tingwan turned and left directly.
Sun Cheng wanted to stop her, but upon meeting her icy gaze, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
As soon as she stepped out of the gates of Jing Shui Xianju, a phone call came through.
Yun Tingwan frowned slightly but answered the call nonetheless.
The moment she did, a furious voice from the other end erupted: 'Yun Tingwan! I told you to take care of Mingxuan, where have you been gallivanting again? Can't you act like a lady of good breeding for once!'
'Get back to the hospital right now! You're not allowed to go anywhere until Mingxuan is fully recovered!' Yun Tingwan didn't respond, her face expressionless as she hung up the call.
She didn't have much regard for Yun Tingyan.
This stubborn, overly proud father who cared too much about his image was someone she had no intention of acknowledging.
The reason she listened to the entire tirade was solely because she still had plans for He Mingxuan.
She needed the Ice Spirit Grass, even if it meant marrying He Mingxuan.
So what if she got married? They could just divorce later.
She never intended to marry and spend her life with one person.
Life is short; living for the moment is the way to go.
Who could possibly control her?
A thought must have crossed Yun Tingwan's mind, causing a mocking smile to curl at the corners of her lips.
She then hailed a taxi back to the hospital.
Coincidentally, it was the same taxi she had taken earlier from the hospital to Jing Shui Xianju. 'Miss, it's you again!'
The taxi driver greeted her warmly, smiling and asking, 'Going back to the hospital?'
Yun Tingwan nodded faintly, casually tossing several hundred-yuan notes to the driver.
The driver, however, smiled and pushed the money back: 'Miss, I'm not waiting here to make extra money from you. There just aren't many passengers around here.'
'I won't overcharge you either. You've already paid plenty on the way here, so this ride is on me!'
The driver was a middle-aged uncle, looking very honest and down-to-earth.
Yun Tingwan didn't refuse, glancing at the driver's ID badge and silently memorizing his name and number.
Inside the hospital room, Yun Tingyan was scolding Yun Tingwan angrily. 'That Yun Tingwan, she's been running wild in the countryside! She has no manners whatsoever, but don't worry, Mingxuan, we'll definitely teach her some.'
'How can we leave you alone in the hospital?' 'Whoever has good manners, let them come take care of him and marry him!'
As soon as Yun Tingyan finished speaking, the door was coldly pushed open by Yun Tingwan, followed by her icy and mocking words.
Yun Tingyan's temper flared up the moment he saw her. He immediately stood up, glaring at Yun Tingwan and demanding, 'Where were you just now?' Yun Tingwan glanced at him, sneering, 'Choosing a grave for you.'
'You...' Yun Tingyan's face turned red with anger, his breathing becoming more rapid, and red veins began to appear in his eyes. 'Husband, don't get angry with Wanwan, calm down...' Seeing Yun Tingyan's poor condition, Song Yun quickly approached to help him breathe easier, simultaneously pulling out some emergency heart pills and forcing them into Yun Tingyan's mouth. Yun Tingyan had heart issues.
Only after swallowing the pills did his complexion improve somewhat. Song Yun then looked at her own daughter with a mix of anger and disappointment: 'Wanwan, how could you curse your father like that?'
Yu Tingwan sneered, 'If he keeps losing his temper like this and can't control himself, he might end up in the ground one of these days.'
Yu Tingyan and Song Yun's eyes widened in shock.
Especially Yu Tingyan, who first showed disbelief, then deep anger: 'You insolent...'
He couldn't finish his sentence.
Yu Tingyan rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Song Yun screamed in terror, 'Husband!'
Yu Tingwan, indifferent, looked down at the slightly twitching Yu Tingyan on the floor and muttered, 'I told you, didn't I? Now you're convinced, aren't you