Qiqi shot him a furious glare and rushed forward to check on her senior brother's condition, only to find her limbs weak and useless. She couldn't help but cry out, "What's wrong with me?"
Rong Yi sneered coldly. "For that, you'll have to ask your dear senior brother—he put something in the tea."
Qiqi was stunned and looked at Lu Wei in disbelief. "How is that possible? Senior Brother, he's lying, right?"
Lu Wei slumped back on the sofa, his face turning pale, lips purple, and breathing labored, yet a flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Qiqi..."
Rong Yi cast a contemptuous glance at him, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, exuding a bloodthirsty and sinister air. "Anesthetic again? Lu Wei, do you really think I'd fall for your trick a second time?"
Lu Wei's heart condition flared up, and he quickly slipped into shock.
Qiqi, frantic and at a loss, screamed at Rong Yi, "Quick! Help me lay him flat on the floor! The floor is harder—he needs immediate CPR!"
The Wolf King frowned, leisurely straightening his shirt. "No, I won't. Touching him even once would make me sick..."
Qiqi was livid, glaring fiercely at the Wolf King. "Rong—Yi! If anything happens to Senior Brother, I will never forgive you!"
Rong Yi was taken aback. "How can you blame me? He started it, didn't he?"
Qiqi rolled her eyes dramatically at the ceiling—better to rely on herself than beg others!
She struggled to stand, but her limbs felt like cotton, refusing to obey, and she nearly crashed into the coffee table several times!
Rong Yi watched her with a conflicted expression, then scooped her up and set her on the sofa, pressing her down. "Alright, stop moving!"
He picked up a silver bell from the table and handed it to Qiqi. "This is probably for summoning servants. If you want to save him, just call someone..."
Only then did Qiqi remember they were in her senior brother's own villa! His butler should know what to do, right?
She took the bell and shook it vigorously, filling the room with a crisp "ding-ding" sound.
Moments later, Zhou Yi and Uncle Long rushed in.
Seeing the scene before him, Zhou Yi's expression shifted dramatically. "Damn it, Lu Wei's heart condition has flared up again!"
He lunged forward in a single stride and, together with Uncle Long, lifted Lu Wei onto the floor.
Uncle Long seemed quite familiar with his young master's condition—he positioned Lu Wei and immediately began performing cardiac massage!
Qiqi noticed his skilled technique and guessed he had dealt with such emergencies many times before.
Zhou Yi made several phone calls in quick succession, and soon a doctor hurried over.
Qiqi breathed a huge sigh of relief—the doctors had arrived so quickly, they must have been on standby by her senior brother's side at all times. If so, everything should be fine, right?
But the doctor's next words shattered her hopes. "Dr. Lu's condition is critical. It looks like there's a rejection reaction from the last surgery."
Zhou Yi exclaimed in shock, "How is that possible? The rejection period ended long ago!"
The lead doctor's expression was grave. "Get him to the operating room immediately! We need to fully monitor Dr. Lu's condition right now!"
So the group grabbed a stretcher and, with a flurry of hands, carried the unconscious Lu Wei up to the top-floor operating room of the villa.
So her senior brother's ultra-advanced operating room was prepared for himself?
A chill ran through Qiqi's heart—rejection reaction? What rejection reaction? Could it be his heart?