When she heard the words "no signs of life," Shen Wanci's knees went weak and she almost fell. However, she quickly steadied herself.

She held her breath and looked at Gu Chenye.

She didn't know why she instinctively looked at him. Perhaps because she was uncertain, she desperately wanted to hear the answer from someone else's mouth. But this reaction was only a fleeting moment; she quickly came to her senses and stumbled towards where they said, running to find someone.

Shen Wanci was just about to climb up when she was stopped by a firefighter: "It's dangerous on top, you can't go up."

"I won't disturb your work, I just want to go up and see who that person is, my husband...my husband is trapped underneath."

The person stopping him remained unmoved: “We’ll bring the person down. Please wait here. The top is covered in uneven concrete slabs, and it’s easy to trip.”

Seeing Shen Wanci's face wasn't good, the man solemnly repeated, "Rest assured, we will successfully bring the person down."

This is just to appease the family's emotions, the man looks dead at first glance.

"Can I…," Shen Wanci bit her lower lip hard, trying desperately to control the tremor in her voice. "Ask what that person looks like?"

“We didn’t see what he looked like, he was lying down,” said the firefighter with a hint of pity in his eyes. Although only the back could be seen, from the blood-soaked neck and the strangely twisted body shape, it could be estimated that the front view would be terrible to behold.

Seeing the firefighter about to leave, Shen Wanci hurriedly grabbed him and finally asked: "What color was that person wearing?"

"A dark shirt, black trousers." The reason it was said to be dark was because the shirt had been stained with blood and ash, obscuring its original color.

This is Bao Jingzhou's clothing style. Ji Siyuan prefers light colors. Shen Wanci, several times she saw him, he was wearing a white shirt. When she heard about dark shirts, her heart couldn't help but sink.

She turned her head to look at Gu Chenye, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

Gu Chenye: "Ji Siyuan is also wearing dark colors today."

Shen Wanci stared intently at that spot. The concrete block pressing down on the man had been cleared away, but two steel bars, as thick as fingers, were embedded in his body. After examining the situation, the doctor shook his head towards the firefighters.

When a person dies, there's no need to worry about cutting the rebar because you don't know if there are any unexploded bombs underneath. So, you have to manually cut it with a saw blade to avoid sparks.

The body was soon carried out.

Shen Wanci seemed to hear the sound of her body being pulled down from the steel bars, the grating sound that made one's teeth ache. She clenched her fingers nervously, her nails digging into her flesh. The wound she had scratched while carrying cement blocks ripped open again, and blood beads oozed from the gray-stained wound...

But she didn't seem to feel any pain at all, her whole being was focused on the corpse about to be pulled out.

Don't be Bo Jinyu, don't be Bo Jinyu.

The corpse was dragged out of the pit, laid bare before Shen Wanci. She let out a long sigh, her exhausted body slumping with relief.

Although I couldn't see his face, it wasn't Bo Jialiang. He's not that thin.

It's either Bo Jingzhou or Ji Siyuan.

The two victims were in the same room. If one was found, the other must be nearby. The firefighters dug more carefully, but after seeing this sight, they lost all hope.

Shen Wanci's nerves had been on high alert. When she saw Ji Siyuan's corpse, the last thread in her mind snapped, 'pop,' and broke.

"Mr. Gu..." A bodyguard suddenly dashed out from behind the half-collapsed building, running this way while shouting, "Mr. Bo... Mr. Bo is at the back."

Bo Jingzhou was on the grass, likely having jumped from a floor above when the explosion happened. He didn't have any wounds from the blast itself, but his legs were severely injured, and he was in a coma.

It's no wonder others didn't notice him, he was on the side of the apartment building. Everyone thought he was in the room, all their attention was focused there.

There was a fear that Ji Siyuan might have also planted explosives on the first floor. Before they could bring in the search equipment, everyone was prohibited from moving around randomly. Furthermore, the surrounding grass was taller than an adult and pitch black. Even if a section was flattened, it would be difficult to notice unless you were standing at a height.

Bo Jingzhou was carried onto the stretcher. Shen Wanci reached out to grab his hand, but it was covered in blood. Afraid of causing further harm, she retracted her hand halfway.

"Once on the ambulance, the nurse fitted him with a breathing apparatus and an ECG monitor. While checking his clothes and doing a basic examination, she asked Shen Wanci: "Does the patient have any underlying medical conditions?"

Shen Wanci nervously looked at Bo Jingzhou, who was unconscious on the hospital bed: "No."

With his clothes undone, the man's chest and abdomen were exposed, revealing a multitude of scars. Seeing this, the nurses' gazes towards Shen Wanci shifted: "How did he get all these wounds?"

The CEO of the Bo family, not someone involved in gangs, why is he covered in scars? She suspected that he had been abused at home.

Shen Wanci's entire attention was on Bo Jingzhou, she didn't notice the nurse's strange look at her. Sticking to the attitude of not hiding illness from doctors, she spoke honestly: "I got beaten up."

"The nurse opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back down."

"How is his injury? Is he in danger?"

Bo Jingzhou's face was as pale as paper, and the rise and fall of his chest was almost imperceptible. If it weren't for the white mist on the oxygen mask, she would have been tempted to reach out and feel his breath.

The nurse: "This requires the hospital to conduct related examinations before a decision can be made, but the patient's condition is not very good at present."

Shen Wanci gently held his hand, her fingertips rubbing against the back of his hand: "Bo Jingzhou, wake up, this scares me. I'm sorry, I should have come to find you. I thought you were buried underneath."

"Bo Jingzhou, I just made a wish to the Bodhisattva. I said if you're alright, every year I'll copy a book of scriptures and burn it at the temple for him. Which book of scriptures would you like? I'll buy it for you."

"Your mouth is so venomous, you should copy scriptures more and calm your mind. Otherwise, you will definitely be beaten again in the future."

Nurse: "..."

Those wounds, they were surely inflicted by you.

Shen Wanci pressed her forehead against his hand, her voice muffled: "Bo Jingzhou, don't scare me."

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bo Jingzhou was immediately rushed to the emergency room. Shen Wanci was stopped outside the door by a staff member, and the red light above flickered on.

This evening, there was a serious traffic accident on a certain section of road. The emergency room is overcrowded, with people filling every seat in the waiting area and Shen Wanci could only stand.

The operating room door swung open, and a nurse rushed out: "Mr. Bo Jingzhou's family, the patient has excessive blood loss and needs a blood transfusion immediately. This is the blood transfusion consent form, and this is a list of possible symptoms that may occur during the transfusion. Please take a look."

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