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  Meng Qingxue was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning.

  The doctor’s words served as a wake-up call for her!

  Meng Qingxue’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, while her breathing quickened, causing her to feel momentarily out of breath.

  “Okay. Well…… Thank you, doctor……”


  “Don’t worry. If she recovers and rest well, she should be able to regain her memories quickly!”


  Meng Qingxue clenched her fists and nodded, still in a daze.

  After settling the procedures, Chu He was transferred to the ward.

  Meng Qingxue absent-mindedly sat by the bed, guarding Chu He. Gazing at her, who was still unconscious due to the anesthesia, Meng Qingxue’s mind was filled with Mu Yanchen’s words of fury.

  Meng Qingxue suddenly broke down. Covering her face with both hands, she weakly rebuked, “I didn’t, I didn’t…… I really didn’t……”


  However, Chu He could not hear her mumbling. With an oxygen mask over her face, her eyes were shut tightly while her expression was calm.

  “Chu He, what should I do?”


  Meng Qingxue gritted her teeth. “I hope he knows that even if he has nothing, I’m still willing to stay by his side! Yet, I can’t even refute what he said. He really misunderstood my intentions!”
……

  Enveloped by darkness, Chu He felt like she was drowning in a black ocean, floating up and down as if she had already drowned.

  In a daze, she opened her eyes, yet saw endless darkness unfold in front of her. Feeling like her soul had left her body, she floated mid-air aimlessly.

  In her confusion, Chu He seemed to hear someone calling her name.

  “Vermilion Bird…… Vermilion Bird!?”


  This was not her name at all. It sounded unfamiliar, yet so familiar at the same time. As the person gently called her name, she felt an inexplicable sense of belonging!

  “Vermilion Bird!”


  “Here!”


  “The president has summoned you to his office for an important discussion.”


  “I’ll be right there.”


  Glancing over, Chu He saw a woman who looked exactly like her. Dressed in a neat uniform, her tall figure and straight posture gave her a fierce aura.

  The Interpol’s logo was printed on her armband—a sharp sword pierced through the world; a scale that represented supreme dignity and justice.

  As her vision gradually cleared up, the first thing she saw was an imposing and majestic skyscraper.

  The building was squarish like a silver fortress, exuding an intimidating aura.

  At the main entrance of the building, the word “INTERPOL” was extremely eye-catching.

  The International Criminal Police Organization, also known as the Interpol, was the second-largest international organization in the world after the United Nations. It was also the largest police organization in the world.

  It played a vital and irreplaceable role in strengthening police cooperation and cracking down on transnational crime.

  Represented by the acronym, ICPO, Interpol was founded in 1923. It was originally called the International Criminal Police Commission, with its headquarters established in Vienna, the capital of Austria.

  During the second world war, the headquarters moved to Berlin, the capital of Germany, where it momentarily fell under Nazi control.