Bai Wuqing suddenly stood up, "Let Chenxing mimic my brother's voice, and bluff it out."
Nan Baihao: "Can we really get away with it? These old foxes are all experts."
"We can only try for now. If they find out that Shaocheng hasn't shown signs of consciousness for twenty odd days, I'm afraid everything will change. The best scenario is to pretend he is awake despite the severe injuries. Not many people can be allowed into the ICU ward. We should only let one person in. By then, with Chenxing lying on the bed and the two of them together, it's uncertain whose voice is speaking."
"They are coming, they are coming, almost at the inner courtyard." Someone came to report, "They won't be more than five minutes."
Bai Wuqing, seeing that time was pressing, made a prompt decision. "That's it, I will go in and tell Chenxing."
