Chapter 757: The Sanatorium Is Full of Fun 42

What a coincidence—I was also wondering how Dr. Shen ended up here.

Qiao Qing didn't ask but gave a false answer, her expression feigned as she probed the person on the bed.

Today Miss Bai… actually fell asleep earlier than usual.

Shen Yan's expression showed no change; he answered matter‑of‑factly, "Today's medicine was prepared by Wang Bai—I'm not sure. If you have doubts, Mr. Qiao, you can go ask him."

Upon hearing that name, Qiao Qing suddenly grew excited: "I see, it's late—Dr. Shen, as a man, should still avoid suspicion."

Goodbye.

Shen Yan didn't linger, turning and leaving.

Nothing abnormal.

Behind him, Chen Qing suddenly spoke.

I hope it's truly nothing abnormal.

Qiao Qing watched Shen Yan's retreating back, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Keep watch here tonight—Bai Wenran is crucial; nothing must happen to her.

Copy that.

Chen Qing hid in the dark corridor, keeping his eyes on the door, making no other move.

But accidents tend to strike quickly.

The next day, another person died.

This time it was an ordinary nurse who collapsed in the lobby—no visible wounds, but rigor mortis had already set in.

Time of death was about eight hours prior.

It was discovered at 7:30 a. m.

She was the nurse in charge of Jiang Qiu.

Qiao Qing examined the exposed areas of the corpse—no obvious marks, yet it didn't resemble sudden death.

The lobby was filled with many people.

The Nurse Team looked the most frightened—yesterday a nurse had died for no apparent reason, with no explanation given, and today another one died.

A nurse who had worked with her for years sobbed, unable to catch her breath, shouting that she wanted to call the police.

This time, it's unlikely to be settled with just a few times the usual pay.

Several nurses have already asked to quit and leave.

Sheng Jiping said, "There's no boat leaving the island today; I'll arrange a ship as soon as possible. For now, set aside your work and rest."

When the ship arrives, anyone wishing to resign will receive ten times their usual pay as compensation.

He calmed them for a long time, and only then did the noisy Nurse Team gradually settle, leaving the lobby under Sheng Jiping's guidance.

Sheng Jiping glanced at Wang Bai and the others, his expression doubtful.

Did you make a move last night?

Wang Bai shook his head, brow furrowed.

At the same time, Qiao Qing exchanged a look with Jiang Qiu; both were utterly puzzled.

Who exactly made the move last night?

Could the person from Black Rock still be alive?

Jiang Qiu narrowed his eyes, staring at the corpse, unable to guess who did it.

There's writing here.

Shen Yan inspected the corpse, noticed the nurse's posture was odd, moved his hand—and saw writing on the floor.

Everyone gathered around to look.

Countdown: 8 days.

After hearing Shen Yan read the line, Jin Chen scanned the room, his brows furrowed in thought.

Everyone looks puzzled.

Qiao Qing suddenly recalled something, glanced at Yi Fei An, her brow slightly furrowed.

Could it be him?

But given his current condition, it's impossible for him to kill someone silently under so many watchful eyes.

A needle hole.

Shen Yan then added,

He opened the corpse's upper garment; three inches above the heart was a needle hole the size of a black mole, with the surrounding muscles unusually tense.

He adjusted his glasses, then said, "It looks like a syringe needle."

I'll look into it—let's all go have breakfast.

Sheng Jiping suddenly interrupted, not wanting Shen Yan to continue examining the corpse.

All right, Dean.

Shen Yan complied, giving a faint smile as he met Sheng Jiping's gaze: "This sanatorium is far more dangerous than I imagined."

Sheng Jiping gave a hollow smile: "I hope Dr. Shen sticks to his original plan—as long as you don't investigate recklessly, your pay will be fine."

Of course.

Shen Yan nodded and was the first to leave.

Jin Chen followed close behind.

Wait, Princess—let's go to court together, Your Highness!!

Take the corpse downstairs and place it in the basement.

Sheng Jiping instructed Wang Bai and the three others.

Qiao Qing, come with me.

His tone became much more serious.

Hey, this is the start of suspicion.

Qiao Qing retracted the sarcasm in the depths of his eyes, lifted his gaze, yet showed confusion and obedience, "Good."

As he turned, he exchanged a glance with Jiang Qiu and glanced toward Shangguan Hao.

Jiang Qiu blinked, his arm resting on Shangguan Hao's shoulder, "Young master~ this humble priest recently discovered something fun, do you want to go see it?"

Ah?

Huakui young master looked up in confusion, then bit his handkerchief and thought for a while, "Alright… but you're not going to scare me with ghosts, are you?"

What nonsense!

Jiang Qiu quickly denied, put his arm around her shoulders, and walked out.

How could this humble priest be such a person!

Only then did Qiao Qing relax, following Sheng Jiping out and upstairs.

Their residence was on the top floor of the sanatorium, also the most luxurious place on the entire island.

It was built by Sheng Jiping, who worried about Qiao Qing's health, spending heavily to make it extremely comfortable.

Qiao Qing entered, relaxed his body, casually took off his coat, lay on the sofa holding the cushion, and looked up.

Why did you suddenly look for me?

Sheng Jiping's expression turned slightly cold as he sat on the opposite sofa, faintly showing an interrogative demeanor.

Are the people who died these two days related to you?

Qiao Qing stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his mouth unable to close.

Sheng Jiping! You're doubting me!

But your movements these past few days have been really strange.

Sheng Jiping tossed the tablet onto the coffee table, opened the location interface, "What have you been up to these days?"

You put a tracker on me…

Qiao Qing was at a loss, covering his heart, his face instantly turning pale.

Why… you've been doubting me from the very beginning.

His voice trembled, tears instantly streaming down, "Jiping…"

I haven't; the tracker is because I feared your heart would act up again and I couldn't reach you in time.

Seeing him cry, Sheng Jiping's deliberately tough façade vanished at once; he sat beside him, pulling him into an embrace to comfort.

I haven't doubted you.

He was still soft-hearted after all.

Qiao Qing sobbed, leaning into the embrace, clutching Sheng Jiping's chest clothing and lightly rubbing; his fingers seemed to inadvertently brush his cheek.

Don't doubt me; everything I'm doing now is for you.

I even… betrayed Jin Chen for you.

I know.

Sheng Jiping also felt Qiao Qing was fine, but the higher-ups insisted on investigating.

He sighed, inexplicably feeling heated from Qiao Qing's touch, pinching his shoulder and kissing.

A Qing, sorry.

Qiao Qing felt something, his cheeks flushing as he cupped his face, saying, "I know, and you've always been mindful of my heart."

But I'm fine now.

This implies Sheng Jiping couldn't possibly not understand.

He scooped him up in a waist hold and walked toward the bedroom.

In the throes of passion, Qiao Qing climbed onto Sheng Jiping's bare shoulders, his fingertips caressing the back of his chest, neck arched as he panted, his gaze toward the light yet carrying a cold glint.

After a long while, the spent Sheng Jiping fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Qing rose to clean up, naked, stepped out of the bathroom, sat on the bedside, and stroked Sheng Jiping's cheek.

His gaze at this moment was full of love.

As if he were looking through his face at someone.

You and your brother are nothing alike.

Sheng Jingyuan.

Your disguise is too clumsy.

Having killed my beloved, I will leave you with nothing; everyone involved in the w plan must die.