Her eyelashes fluttered and her fingers trembled as Song Jia slightly moved. Gradually, she opened her eyes, her chest softly heaving up and down to inhale. As soon as her irises saw the light, they shut once again, feeling the glare. She slowly opened them once again and her beautiful black orbs began to adjust to the light.

Her ears perked upon hearing faint beeping sounds of machines, measuring her vitals. It took a second and her brain instantly synchronized itself to read her surroundings. As somebody who had undergone rigorous military training, her mind was trained to first detect and study the place she was in.

First, she immediately wired her brain to think about how she got into this situation in the first place.

Undercover in the Jiang family. Jiang Wei caught me and shot me in the chest.

She methodically remembered the chain of events.

But what she still didn't understand was how she was alive? Even if the bullet didn't kill her, it was hardly imaginable that Wei would save her, the very same person who fired the shot.

Her irises moved left and right and the familiar formaldehyde smell twitched her nostrils.

This is a hospital, she concluded.

Which was further proved as she saw the different machines and tubes connected to her.

Her ears tried to listen in any faint whispers and traces of conversations but she heard none.

Is this really a hospital?

There is always a rush of nurses and doctors going from one ward to another and even if they speak quietly so as not to disturb the patients, they cannot completely go silent. There are whispers and murmurs and the sound of people's footsteps walking from one place to another.

But here, it was completely silent which made her question if this really was a hospital.

The realization dawned a second later.

This is not a hospital. Even if I am alive, it is impossible for me to be at a legitimate hospital. The Underworld doesn't work that way.

So what is this place?

If Jiang Wei's men had found me still alive and breathing while disposing of me, they would have immediately informed him and this time, he would have ended my life for sure. But I haven't kicked the bucket yet.

She narrowed her eyes.

But his men didn't realize that his bullet didn't kill me. So they had nothing to inform him, which means that Jiang Wei doesn't know that I am still alive. Something happened way after that.

If the Mafia King doesn't know that I am alive, then the only possible way to achieve that feat is that some other equally powerful person is capable of hiding the truth from him.

Somebody at par with Jiang Wei…

Her eyes squinted and only one name came to her mind.

Yang Mingshen.

Of course, as somebody who had investigated Wei and the Underworld, the Yang family wasn't any stranger to her either. She knew that Yang Mingshen was just as powerful as Wei and his family was rooted in the Underworld just like the Jiang family.

At the time she was undercover as a maid in the Jiang family, she came to know that all the traitors who Wei killed would be disposed of to Mingshen. That was the deal between them.

Yang Mingshen….

He is an insanely capable doctor. I understand now. It was he who detected my pulse after Jiang Wei's men brought me here, thinking that I was dead and for some reason, he decided to save me.

She looked around the room.

This facility is his lab.

The question is why he saved me? What possible benefits would he get by saving the Mafia King's enemy?

There were a million questions running in her mind.

What about Xia Nuan? Was she caught by Jiang Wei too? Is she safe?

Her chest tightened in anxiousness.

The light in her eyes slightly flickered.

Lihua…

How is she? She must be so worried for me. How many months has it been that I am lying here unconscious?

No message from me. No call from me. I hope she didn't do anything silly in trying to find out about me. What if she came to know about Wei and…

Even the thought of her death made her shudder. Wei never spared those who threatened him.

She clenched her fists and her gaze turned misty thinking about Lihua and Xia Nuan.

I don't know why Yang Mingshen saved me. But it's my fate that God gave me this life through him. She was aggrieved, thinking that an Underworld man saved her life and as a cop, she felt a huge distaste for this.

I have to be practical about this. Life is life. It doesn't matter who helps me.

She tried to get up but felt an ache in her chest. She understood that she hadn't completely recovered. The bullet had grazed her heart, so she figured the cause of everything.

Damn it, my body has become so weak...

Even her breaths were tired and restless. She tilted a bit but already felt dizzy.

But even if physically that was the case, her mental fortitude was on a whole different level. Without batting an eyelid, she pulled away the syringes and tubes from the back of her hand.

She took heavy breaths and pressed the space between her brows. Her feet slowly touch the floor. As she fully stood on her feet, her sight went on to a glass panel at a far away distance in her room.

She narrowed her eyes. Her instinct tingled and she limped towards the glass window.

As she reached nearer, the faint figure of a person became recognizable. She tilted her head and her eyes slightly widened seeing an unconscious woman lying on the bed attached to similar tubes and machines as Song Jia was connected to. She looked pale and weak. Beyond the window, there was another room where the woman was admitted.

Who is she?