All the possible tests have been conducted, and the results show she has no issues. However, she still hasn't regained consciousness. As a father, Mo Wenxiu's worry is inevitable.
"This problem…I can't answer you right now." The doctor frowned, "But don't worry, I've invited experts in brain and neurology for a consultation. I believe we'll soon give you a precise answer."
"Sir!" The hospital room door was gently pushed open, and one of Mo Wenxiu's subordinates quietly walked in.
"I'll go see when the experts are expected to arrive."
The doctor nodded towards Mo Wenxiu and turned to leave the room, while the subordinate had already reached Mo Wenxiu's side.
"Sir, I have completed the investigation you asked for."
"What did you find?"
Mo Wenxiu watched Mo Bei lying on the pillow and asked in a deep voice.
"At the time, there were only two people in the old factory building. One was Jiao Yang, and the other was..."
