Elite Multi-Speciality Hospital, 00:40;

Listening to Su Rogguang's diagnosis, Lu Wei and Zhi Xi were both shocked. When it came to any of his patients, this brother of theirs was quite the resilient individual. He never gave up until the last moment. But this time, he was confessing to something he never thought he would. Fear. What more, the person on the other end was their Kiddo. 

Xi Yuan's reaction was no different. Rong Xinghe was a Migraine patient. It was the third most common disease across the world afflicting one out of seven people, statistically. Although the disease, in itself, wasn't terminal, it could still be lethal if the brain cells were to not receive a sufficient supply of oxygen. And blood clots in a person's brain could stop this very transfer. The 'poison' in Rong Xinghe's body was allowing such clots to form, pushing her towards a death that would seem natural, provided her medical history. 

The man had read a lot of medical books and research papers related to Migraines, bullet wounds, and stab injuries, about two months after getting together with Rong Xinghe. He had had his research even over the scars on her body too, for he wanted to know if there was any way to ease so much as a bit of her pain. So he knew pretty much a lot about Migraines by now, and hence, understood everything Su Rogguang had just said. And he had to admit, it wasn't looking good. 

"Can I see her?", he asked the girl's brother after a minute.

"Sure.", Su Rogguang smiled, "But after fifteen minutes. They are cleaning her up and helping her with the meds."

"Okay.", the man nodded.

"Yuan, I will need your private chopper.", Su Rogguang said after thinking for a while, "There's a senior from my post-grad medic school back then. I will need her advice in this case. But she lives in England. Although she has agreed to take a look at Xinghe, all the flights to Country X are already booked. Not to mention, it'll take a lot of time for her to reach here. Mine, or Wei, or Zhi Xi's chopper bases are too far from here. So-"

"Go ahead.", Xi Yuan shook his head, pulling the phone out of his pocket, "I'll inform the aircrew to refuel it right now." 

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Military Chief Office, 00:50;

Feng Mian looked at the person's body who'd shot himself not too long ago, her expression solemn. Clearly, he was a professional hitman, coming from one of the strictest underworld organizations. Such dark powers had austere punishments against their client's confidentiality violation. Worse than death, apparently. Therefore, often, whenever they'd take on any case, they'd chose to die than to reveal their boss's identity. 

But such assassins came at a price. More than ten million USD, usually. Only someone with extreme hatred against their enemy or insanely wealthy would hire someone like this person. But who? That was the question bugging her. 

"Any progress on the forensics side?", the woman sighed as she walked out of the Mortuary, Shou Wu following behind her. "They're almost done, Officer.", the man reported. 

"Alright. Tell Samantha to come to me with the reports as soon as she is done.", Feng Mian nodded, "And where is Al?"

"Mr. Zhi has been working on Military Chief's system in her office for the past few hours now, Ma'am.", Shou Wu answered, "He has hacked into the national identification database, but finding one number's details in a record of millions is no different from searching for a needle in a haystack. So he is designing some software right now, to run an automatic scan. It shouldn't take long for him to create it. But he seemed exhausted earlier."

"Get him a cup of espresso.", Feng Mian sighed, "One for me too. I'll be with him."

"Got it, Ma'am."

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00:55;

"Hey, you.", the woman walked in, approaching Zhi Al worriedly, "How's everything coming up?"

Zhi Al turned around, slightly stunned as if she'd pulled him out of some whole other world. But as he realized it was his girlfriend, the man let out a sigh of relief. Standing up from Rong Xinghe's seat, the man placed a soft peck against her lips, finally letting go of the straining exhaustion on his mind. 

"We should know the current location of the phone in a few minutes.", the man replied, "Even if it's a temporary number, it'd help us with the location. It won't be long before we would know who did it, Mian. Let's just hope she knows the name of the poison the attacker was using."

"She?", the woman frowned.

"Yeah.", Zhi Al nodded, "Shou Wu confirmed that it was a woman he'd talked to when he'd picked up that dead guy's phone."

"Oh.", Feng Mian raised her brows, "We'll get that bi*ch then. Don't worry. But first things first. How are you holding up?" It was now that one of the servicing staff walked in, a tray of two coffee cups in her hands. The couple waited for her to leave before they picked one cup each, bringing them to their lips. 

"Honestly? I am terrified.", Zhi Al said truthfully, "Why is it always her?! I mean... why Xinghe? Ever since she was a child, she has been a victim of nothing but violence, tortures, and pain. She has carried the wounds on her body from her childhood like no other child could. So gracefully, and bravely, even. She is so strong.

"But does that mean that God has to test her endurance every single day for the rest of her life? This is not what I wanted for her. None of us Six did. And yet..."

Feng Mian knew what Zhi Al was going through exactly. The uncertainty, the fear, the anger. She had been there too. But unfortunately, she could only watch him go through it all alone, for nothing she'd say or do now could help him. "Al, she's a fighter.", the woman said a moment later, "Trust her."

"I can't lose her, Mian.", the man sighed, his voice breaking, "I just can't."

"I know.", the woman nodded, wiping away the tears rolling down the man's cheeks, "She is precious. And she will pull through. I am positive."

While the couple was busy in their conversation, a woman in her mid-twenties knocked on the door, "Here are the results of the forensics, Mian.", she smiled, "And guess what I found."

"Oh? Thank you so much, Samantha.", Feng Mian turned around, smiling brightly, "What's odd?" Zhi Al reverted his gaze back to the screen in front of him, and then back to the two women. While the reports in their hands would reveal the kind of poison his sister was suffering through, he was thirty seconds away from knowing the identity of the psycho who engineered it all. So this was the moment of truth, one could say.