Qiao Zhixing on the other end sighed, and his thoughts became rare and deep: "Brother Jing Rui, Ji Changmu doesn't just have one life now, he has two lives. Saving Ji Changmu is saving my sister."

"But young master, the doctors really tried their best. No matter how good their medical skills are, they still don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

"What do you mean by 'death'? My brother-in-law cannot die."

"I know..." Jing Rui explained tiredly, of course he didn't want to either.

"Brother Jing Rui, arrange a private plane for me, and I will take my mentor, Mr. Beutle, the famous Nobel Prize winner in medicine, back to the capital." Qiao Zhixing explained, "Mr. Beutle is one of the most famous brain experts in the world.

, since my brother-in-law is at risk of brain death, I will take him with me and he will try his best to save him."

"Young Master, does Master Qiao know about this?"

"I haven't had time to call my dad yet. There's no need to call him for this kind of thing. He doesn't understand medicine."

Jing Rui was silent for a long time. It was not that he didn't believe Qiao Zhixing, but Qiao Zhixing was young and he had never dealt with Qiao Zhixing. He didn't know whether this young master was reliable or not.

But medicine knows no borders, so it would not be wrong to arrange for Mr. Beutle to come over.

Qiao Zhixing probably also wanted to see Qiao Muyuan.

Jing Rui agreed: "I'll arrange a flight right away."

"Well, thank you Brother Jing Rui."

Jing Rui was very tired. He worked hard to arrange the private jet. After finishing all this, his cell phone was still ringing, but he was unable to answer it anymore.

He went to the ward and took a look at Qiao Muyuan. The little girl was still sleeping, not awake, and very quiet.

He couldn't be bothered, so he took one look and then withdrew.

The eldest young master cannot return to the country for the time being, and it is not convenient for him to ask about Master Qiao's situation. Only the young master can come back now.

Jing Rui made himself a cup of coffee and went to communicate with Ji Changmu's doctor.

Mr. Beutle's name is well known in the medical community. Since Mr. Beutle can come, they feel that there is at least a little more hope, but the hope is still not great.

Jing Rui didn't go anywhere and chatted with the doctor for a long time.

But he was always absent-minded. He was thinking about what Qiao Muyuan would do if something unexpected happened to Ji Changmu, and how the Qiao family would explain it.

Maybe the Qiao family will use thunderous means to control Qiao Muyuan to commit suicide, but they can control it for a while, but not forever.

Jing Rui drank all the coffee in his cup and frowned.

The wind in the capital late at night is very cold and desolate, like an ice blade.

…

The next day, Ye Jiaqi and Josnian returned to China.

Ye Jiaqi immediately went to visit Qiao Muyuan. She went there quietly without disturbing anyone.

But the moment he saw Qiao Muyuan lying motionless on the bed, Ye Jiaqi's tears still flowed down uncontrollably.

She covered her face and returned to Qiao's house crying.

Josnian did not go to the hospital. He sat quietly in Qiao Zhai's tea room, closed his eyes, and lit a stick of agarwood. The tea room was filled with green smoke and the clear smell of agarwood.

The dark tea room is like a hidden peach blossom garden, hidden in the bamboo forest. The table, coffee table, and documents are all made of fine rosewood. Josnian is wearing a dark shirt and a dark blue vest.

Lying on the wooden chair in the tea room, I didn't think about anything.

Until he heard Ye Jiaqi's footsteps and crying.
Chapter completed!