The hospital room.
Yang Tianci had just regained consciousness. Half his hair had fallen out, leaving several bald patches on his head, and his vision had grown blurry. He looked like an evil spirit that had escaped from hell.
His weak voice slowly rang out. "Father... how is my condition?"
Yang Haibo's heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife. Looking at this son, who resembled him the most, reduced to such a wretched state, he found it difficult to accept. All he could do was comfort him:
"I'll find the best hospitals and doctors. You'll be all right."
Although the poison had affected Yang Tianci's brain, he hadn't become a complete fool. He could hear the uncertainty in his father's words.
His mother, Chang Mei, was peeling an apple nearby. All she could do was hold back her tears and keep comforting Yang Tianci.
But for Yang Tianci, who had always been fiercely proud, her efforts only made his fragile heart ache even more.
Seeing the despair on his son's face, Yang Haibo forced himself to leave the hospital room.
He returned to his villa, weighed down by worry.
Sitting on the sofa, Yang Haibo listened to his subordinate's report, his eyes filled with harshness. "Have you investigated everyone Tianci came into contact with recently?"
His confidant, Yang Zheng, answered at once. "Patriarch, I've checked. According to the doctor's report, Young Master Tianci must have been poisoned within the past ten days. His contacts here in the country were all people from the company and the family, and we haven't found anything suspicious. The Xu family is helping investigate in Siam, but they haven't reported back yet."
"Screen everyone he came into contact with here again, more carefully," Yang Haibo ordered.
"Yes. I'll take care of