Just as Jing Che was thinking about this, the doctor helped Jing Dezhen hang up the drip.
Suddenly, there was a "Huh".
"The patient is holding something in his hand, no matter how we try to pry it, it won't open."
Upon hearing this, Jing Che instinctively looked at his father's hand, where veins were bulging.
Reaching out to help, he forcefully opened Jing Dezhen's hand.
Only then did he see a watery blue tear-drop pendant lying in Jing Dezhen's palm.
Jing Che picked up the pendant and presented it in front of Ji Junxue.
Calmly asking, "Why is it in my dad's hand?"
"..." Ji Junxue lowered his eyes, pressed his lips together, and remained silent for a moment.
After a brief inner struggle, he chose to tell the truth: "It was torn off by your father."
"So, my dad fell from upstairs because of this?"
"..." Ji Junxue subconsciously nodded.
"..." Only then did Jing Che notice the long and deeply prominent bruise on Ji Junxue's snow-white neck, covered by his hoodie.
