"Wen Ning," Lan Ying began seriously, "Have any of the Jin Clan or associates been sniffing around yet?" He asked curiously, "Has there been any media trying to get in or asking questions about why A' Ling is here? Those vultures are always trying to get a story - good or not - at anyone's expenses."
The barrage of questions continue and he wasn't really sure what to answer first. Wang Jackson came over and filled the Lan's in on the details of what was going on. With a formal bow he didn't reach out his hand for a handshake.
"It's good to see you again, Hanguang Jun. I'm Ka-Yee, Ning's partner for this detail. Master Wei, let me assure you that if I weren't trustworthy I wouldn't be working at this hospital. When the head of security told me the client's name, and yours, I knew this position wouldn't be assigned to anyone other than Wen Qionglin, Choi Seyong-Yoon, Son Young-Taek and myself.
"Each guard mentioned is not be one of those filthy scum who abuse the power they've worked damn hard for and bring a bad name to our families. I cannot be bought with money since I have more than enough of my own and I cannot be bought with offers of power because I own one of the most successful companies in the Country, including the security company in charge of running this hospital. My company is registered under the name Wang Jackson, I assume you recognize this name Young Masters.
"Wen Qionglin is loyal to you and yours, Young Master Wei and A' Yuan. Both Choi and Son are loyal to me and mine for reasons I will not discuss here. But for now that's all you need to know about the four of us who are guarding your Jin Rulan. So far, the patient is still in surgery, so far it's looking alright, which is better than looking bad. I'm assuming the Young Master that Qionglin spoke to earlier was Young Master Jiang, and he has been taken through already to donate blood. Will any of you three be going in as well?
"So far there have been no Jin Clan or Associates try to contact or come in to the hospital. I have also put a blanket ban on any reporters, journalists or media in general from entering the hospital. You yourselves may have noticed that no media were able to follow you inside when you came in approximately seven minutes ago."
Wang Jackson finished his fairly long speech with no interruptions, part of this being because Lan Yibo was squeezing his husband's hand and had put a silencing spell on him so that the guard could speak as he needed to. Lan Ying patted his husbands hand and kissed him on the cheek, acknowledging that in this case, Lan Yibo's way was better than his.
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Jin Rulan's P.O.V.
'My head, it hurts. Wait... I... hurt? I hurt! That means... I- I'm alive? I'm alive! Yuan!!
A heaviness settles on my limbs, making me unable to move. I can't open my eyes and I frown at the pounding in my head and everywhere else. I feel something heavy lifting one of my legs in the air, I feel pinches in my arms. Everything feels blurry and heavy. Tears well in my eyes and slip out freely, removing the sleep and gunk from my eyes making it a tiny bit easier to force them open. Once my eyes are open I can see a bland white room; the single bed I'm lying on, two uncomfortable looking chairs, one sealed window with reinforcing bars over the glass and one door.
'Where am I? Hospital? Prison cell? Where's A' Yuan? I want Yuan...'
I'm unable to speak because there's wires and tubes and other medical equipment everywhere, I feel my anxiety spike because I'm definitely in a position where I can't move and can't get out of my predicament and I hear beeping from the side of the bed get faster. I'm ashamed of the tears which are falling faster, completely out of my control. I wish I could call someone, anyone, for help.
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