Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1577 - 1566: Bizarre Illness

Daisylin smiled gracefully, "No need to be nervous, sir, you are my invited guest.""Me, nervous? I wonder who's shaking so much their legs are trembling."

Ning Fan smirked internally but chose not to embarrass the Princess in public.

Daisylin said helplessly, "Mr. Ning already knows the seriousness of the situation. What would you do if you were in my position?"

Ning Fan did not answer the question but asked, "From what you're saying, there's no hope for Daisy?"

Daisylin's expression darkened, "If there was a way, I wouldn't be doing this."

Ning Fan, not trusting Daisylin's dramatic antics, asked, "Can I go see her?"

"Well... alright. Mr. Ning, please follow me."

Upon hearing those words, Ning Fan's expression changed, he spoke in shock, "You mean Rose is in this manor."

Daisylin gave Ning Fan a puzzled look, not understanding why he was so startled.

Nevertheless, she explained, "Rose is a celebrity, and for confidentiality, she isn't staying in the hospital. Besides, the conditions here are no worse than the hospital."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Nothing."

Ning Fan waved his hand, unwilling to elaborate on the subject.

Ever since arriving at the manor that night, Ning Fan had used his perception to thoroughly explore the premises.

The number of people in the manor, defensive positions, everything was etched in his mind.

If Rose was truly being treated here, it couldn't escape Ning Fan's perception.

But now, this raises only one possibility, Rose, like a lifeless body, has no aura seeping out.

After less than five minutes of walking, Ning Fan's heart sank, gazing at a white house in the garden, he had a bad premonition.

The location of this house was just a wall away from where Ning Fan stayed.

Such proximity, yet Ning Fan couldn't sense Rose's presence, proving her illness isn't as simple as imagined, it's quite troublesome.

Even if she were a vegetative state or brain dead, as long as physiological functions exist, a unique aura should emanate.

Ning Fan couldn't make sense of the situation at all.

If he hadn't known the actual circumstances, he'd assume Rose was already dead.

Passing armed guards, Ning Fan followed Daisylin into the house.

What met his eyes was an ordinary hospital ward; on rows of beds lay Anna, William, and the rest of Rose's group.

Everyone who accompanied Rose to Zhonghai was in a deep sleep.

"Rose is in that room."

Seeing Rose sleeping quietly in bed, a hint of doubt flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, he couldn't help but say, "Princess, isn't this too reckless?"

Looking at Rose, peaceful like Sleeping Beauty, Daisylin smiled bitterly, "There's truly no other way."

Upon hearing Daisylin's words, Ning Fan's mind suddenly cleared.

This might be Daisylin's residence, but it's essentially an advanced Royalty infirmary.

With the best doctors and the most advanced medical equipment here.

Both Royalty doctors and renowned physicians recruited from outside are helpless against this enigmatic illness.

High-end sophisticated medical instruments can't find any clues either.

All visiting doctors have reached a unanimous conclusion.

Apart from being in a deep sleep, everything about Rose and the others is normal, even healthier than ordinary people.

But this is the most abnormal part.

Having given up in despair, Daisylin could only adhere to Rose's wishes when alive, building a house in her favorite garden and letting her stay there.

"No test results at all?"

Daisylin shook her head in pain, "None."

"That's indeed strange."

Seeing Ning Fan reaching toward Rose's nose, gentle Daisylin suddenly snapped, "What are you doing..."

"There's breathing, but no aura leakage. Truly peculiar."

Upon hearing Ning Fan's murmurs, Daisylin paused momentarily, then waved off the soldiers who came upon hearing.

Daisylin seemed to grab the last straw and eagerly asked, "Mr. Ning, do you have any solution?"

She suddenly grew excited, "Right. How did I forget about Chinese medicine? Given its thousands-year history, it must have unique charms."

Ning Fan gave Daisylin a surprised look, saying, "You're not as heartless as I imagined."

"You..."

Daisylin's expression changed, unable to continue the conversation.

Rose hasn't truly passed, yet she already planned to evade responsibility.

Though it might be the wisest decision, it indeed seemed heartless and cold.

Watching Ning Fan's fingers on Rose's wrist, Daisylin hoped, "Do you have any solutions?"

"Don't disturb me."

Ning Fan irritatedly rebuked, disregarding Daisylin's glum face.

After about half an hour, as Ning Fan got up, Daisylin intended to speak but found him ignoring her as he walked out.

Seeing Ning Fan extend his fingers onto Anna's pulse, Daisylin refrained from confronting his rude behavior, so nervous she dared not breathe.

She noticed Ning Fan, previously indifferent to life and death, now furrowing his brow increasingly, seemingly encountering a thorny issue.

Before realizing it, morning turned to afternoon; Daisylin ungracefully rubbed her sore legs, having stood till they turned weak.

Once Ning Fan inspected everyone, Daisylin finally dared to speak, "Mr. Ning, have you discovered anything new?"

She likely didn't realize a touch of respect in her tone.

Despite Daisylin's cunning nature, her concern for Rose was genuine.

Ning Fan spoke oddly, "These people are dead. Or perhaps, not dead."

"That's your conclusion?"

Daisylin laughed anxiously, feeling deceived.

At that moment, Ning Fan suddenly said, "There's something you need to do now.

I want to know who Rose interacted with after returning home, before falling ill. Also, don't forget the passengers on the plane; I need details on fellow passengers."

Watching Ning Fan issuing orders, Daisylin gritted her teeth, "Why?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I explained. What's there to discuss."

Ning Fan added, "If you're eager to save Rose, don't waste time talking."

"Fine. I agree to your request."

Daisylin's expression shifted several times before finally consenting, then said, "Once I complete these tasks, if you can't cure her, you'll learn what Royalty's dignity means, sacred and inviolable."

"Oh, I'm so scared!"

Ning Fan mockingly patted his chest, then asked unhappily, "What if I manage to save her?"

"Wealth, power, beauty, I won't hesitate to reward generously."

Ning Fan replied indifferently, "These mean nothing. Just a cup of tea would suffice."