Chapter 118: A Force Not to Be Trifled With

Fu Siyu had no time to waste on idle chatter and spoke coldly, “Find a quiet place first.”

His tone was serious, and Dyson immediately sensed that something was wrong. “Alright.”

After agreeing, he walked outside until he reached a place free from noise before speaking. “I’m ready. What is it?”

Fu Siyu’s expression grew colder as he spoke slowly, “Mu Yinyin was poisoned with that drug. The doctor just came to brief me on her condition.”

“Mu Yinyin?” Dyson was taken aback. “What’s your connection to her?”

He wasn’t fond of this woman, and they were already divorced. Why was he suddenly concerned about Mu Yinyin’s situation?

Fu Siyu didn’t bother to explain and instead recounted Mu Yinyin’s symptoms and the doctor’s words to Dyson.

Dyson was stunned. “Who dared to poison Mu Yinyin with such a drug?”

“What kind of drug is it? Are there really only two ways to counter it?” Fu Siyu showed no intention of responding or patience for Dyson’s questions.

“It’s that kind of drug, but this one is more severe. She’s right—there are indeed only these two methods. Nothing else works.” Dyson’s tone was matter-of-fact, without any hint of jest.

Fu Siyu frowned deeply, silent.

Dyson couldn’t help but ask, “Has the antidote been administered yet?”

“Yeah. Just a few minutes left.”

“You’d better seriously consider what to do. This medication is truly harmful to her body. I guess the doctor didn’t tell you everything, probably afraid of misdiagnosing. If she takes this medication, there’s a chance she might never conceive again. Of course, the chance is minuscule, but it’s not impossible.”

Fu Siyu fell silent.

“Once a third of the drug’s effect is neutralized, she might regain consciousness. Then you can ask her what she wants.”

Fu Siyu’s eyes flickered. “She can wake up?”

Dyson hesitated. “That depends on her physical condition. The drug is powerful. Right now, she’s definitely incoherent, completely mindless, only able to act on the body’s innate impulses.”

Fu Siyu’s expression darkened.

Innate impulses.

Just now, she kept calling his name.

Innate impulses?

Fu Siyu didn’t utter a word.

Dyson, puzzled, asked again, “What exactly happened?”

“Is there anything you don’t know about those matters?” Fu Siyu replied curtly, then ended the call without further explanation.

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Dyson stared at his phone, chuckling softly. “Interesting.”

He pocketed the phone and returned to the previous private room.

Time continued to pass.

Half an hour finally elapsed.

The moment of decision had arrived.

The female doctor stood nearby, clearing her throat softly. “Um… have you made up your mind?”

When she first came in, she couldn’t help but glance at the man, thinking he was very handsome. But soon after, she dared not look again. Now, all she wanted was to leave this terrifying place quickly.

If the price hadn’t been so high, she might have left long ago.

Fu Siyu’s lips pressed tightly, his face growing darker.

On the bed, Mu Yinyin looked as if she was having a nightmare, sweat pouring down her face.

Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly said, “Sir, you can’t hesitate any longer, or the best treatment window will be missed.”

Fu Siyu’s gaze remained fixed on Mu Yinyin. Watching the sweat increase on her face, he spoke in a low voice, “Mu Yinyin.”

She clenched her teeth as if struggling against something.

The doctor’s anxiety grew. “If delayed another ten minutes, we’ll have to dissolve the drug manually.”

“Mu Yinyin.” Fu Siyu repeated her name in a deep voice.

Mu Yinyin herself was a doctor. If she could wake up, she could make her own judgment.

But if not—

Fu Siyu’s expression darkened further.

The doctor had said all she could and had no authority to decide. She simply stood by, waiting. If he chose the medication, she would immediately prepare it. If he chose the other method, that was also possible.

Judging by their relationship, they were clearly not lovers; otherwise, the medication wouldn’t be the first choice at this moment.

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes. Fu Siyu immediately looked at her and asked coldly, “Are you conscious?”

The man’s voice was devoid of softness, sharp and biting.

Mu Yinyin felt weak and dizzy.

The injection she had just received included an antidote for intoxication.

She raised her hand slightly, attempting to touch her forehead, but her arm suddenly dropped back down onto the bed.

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The doctor was surprised—was she… somewhat awake?

How was this possible?

At this moment, the doctor didn’t know how to react.

“Check your own condition,” Fu Siyu said, unwilling to waste words or let Mu Yinyin dwell on other thoughts.

Then he turned to the doctor, speaking sternly, “Explain her condition to her.”

Although still recovering, the doctor dared not lose focus under his oppressive gaze and immediately recounted the situation and Mu Yinyin’s condition.

However—

She still harbored doubts. Was this woman on the bed really that conscious? Could she truly understand what was being said?

Mu Yinyin bit her lip and took a deep breath. “Medication.”

She roughly understood her physical state.

Though her mind was foggy, she retained her judgment.

Fu Siyu’s eyes darkened sharply.

“You should be fully aware of how harmful the medication is to your body,” Fu Siyu said. He was never one for many words and rarely concerned himself with others. Anyone overhearing would be shocked by his bluntness.

Mu Yinyin twisted her lips. “Not being able to have children is no big deal. Besides, it’s not permanent sterilization.”

After divorcing Fu Siyu, she had no interest in romance or marriage.

So—

Whether she could have children or not—

She truly didn’t mind.

Fu Siyu’s face darkened even more.

The doctor, realizing Mu Yinyin could decide for herself, no longer hesitated and said, “I’ll prepare the medication for you right away.”

“Prepare the medication for you.”

It was an instinctive form of address.

She sensed that neither the man nor the woman before her were people to offend.