gard everything else for this, then it must be love from the very core...One by one, exaggerated network video titles, followed by the scene of Qiao Baoer jumping into the river to save Yi Sicheng.The...Today Qiao Baoer is alone at home.

She sat at the table, sipping her almost-full glass of soy milk with a natural air. The moment Zhu Xiaowei left and closed the gate, she put down her breakfast. In fact, she couldn't stomach it due to indigestion, but she had just been pretending.

Her face was devoid of any expression. She quickly got up and walked straight to the small balcony, bringing an extendable aluminum ladder from inside the apartment.

She first leaned the ladder against the east wall of the small living room, then climbed up. Reaching out, her fingers nimbly pulled down a black device, thumb-sized, from a concealed corner in the ceiling.

Then, in the remaining three corners of the small living room, he found three identical electronic devices. These were wireless surveillance cameras.

She knew that not only was the small living room, but also her guest room, and even the balcony, fitted with such cameras. Almost every corner of this apartment was covered, except for the bathroom sink.

She didn't look for other cameras elsewhere, as if it wasn't necessary.

She threw the four small electronic devices in her living room directly into the trash can, moved the aluminum folding ladder back to the balcony, and then found a 90*60 centimeter white board, a whiteboard marker, and an eraser from the miscellaneous cabinet next to the balcony.

Then she sat on the sofa, putting the whiteboard on her lap, holding it with her left hand and writing and drawing with her right.

Occasionally, she would furrow her brow, seeming a little annoyed as she took the erasing board and wiped out everything she had drawn before, then re-recorded it.

"No, no…" Qiao Bao'er mumbled to herself.

She held a pen in her right hand, closed her eyes as if forcing herself to recall, and quickly jotted down notes on the whiteboard with her memory aiding her. She even drew some diagrams for analysis, sketching something like a mind map, seemingly trying to organize the chaotic fragments of memories in her mind.

But every time, she would stop, her expression heavy and thoughtful, as if something didn't add up, something was off.

The entire apartment was very quiet, only the sound of her occasionally scrubbing the whiteboard with force.

Suddenly, a crisp ringtone sounded from the phone.

Her expression was startled for a moment, the pen in her hand fell to the ground, and then she turned her head to look at the phone on the TV cabinet that was flashing.

Qiao Bao'er was very alert. She immediately picked up the whiteboard eraser and wiped away all the words and illustrations from the whiteboard.

She seemed rather indifferent to the phone call, placing the whiteboard on the sofa beside her. Then she bent down to retrieve the whiteboard marker that had rolled off the floor during their conversation.

She crawled around searching, and soon she found the pen had rolled to the bottom of the money tree pot on the left side of the TV cabinet. She instinctively reached out to grab it, but then hesitated, her gaze fixed on a small red z-country knot decoration hanging on the money tree trunk.

She picked up her pen and roughly yanked the z-country knot tied on the money tree.

When her hand touched the z-country knot, Qiao Bao'er's expression instantly turned cold.

She expressionlessly flipped over the intricate z-country knot, palm-sized and exquisitely crafted. A mirrored lens appeared before her eyes, followed by another camera.

"How many cameras are in this apartment"

This camera is obviously a different type than the one she found before. Was it from another group of people

The phone on the TV stand continued to ring incessantly, the caller persistent.

Qiao Baoer first glanced at the unfamiliar caller ID. Her left hand tightly gripped the red camera she had just found, as if suppressing some emotion. She clenched it with all her might, but her face remained expressionless.

"Who are you"

Upon pressing the answer button, her raspy voice, barely a whisper, uttered three words.

On the other end of the phone was a slightly unfamiliar male voice, "Hello, I'm Dr. An Lei, your attending physician who has been taking care of you all along."

"You probably don't remember me, I was the one in charge when you were first in the accident..." The other party felt she wasn't responding, so they tried to elaborate to jog her memory.

Joe Baor seemed to be stimulated by something, gritting her teeth and replying in a venomous voice, "I know, you are Director An."

That was the same Dr. An who had taken her into surgery and performed the cesarean section back then.

How could she possibly forget

The other party seemed to hear the unusual tone in her voice and asked very patiently, "Ms. Qiao, I just called to do a follow-up call this time. How are you doing now..."

"Who do you work for"

Qiao Baoer coldly opened her mouth, suddenly interrupting his so-called concerned follow-up.

The other party didn't know if it was because her words had shocked her, or if she hadn't come back to her senses. She was stunned for two seconds before speaking, "Miss Qiao, are you mistaken I just worry that your mind might be confused..."

"Mental confusion"

"Are you trying to tell me that everything I heard in the operating room was just my imagination You think I don't know,"

Jo Bao'er clutched her phone tightly, her face growing increasingly grim as memories flooded back. Her emotions were on the verge of exploding, and she let out a furious roar, "Do you really think I don't know Do you all actually think I'm oblivious!"

“This car accident, it wasn't… I didn't get hurt. I was attacked and knocked unconscious. I heard your conversation in the operating room, that cold, closed operating room. Someone told you to be sure to record the surgery. I felt you cutting open my belly with those cold surgical blades. I heard the baby crying. I know everything, I know everything!” In the end, her frantic voice became sharp and shrill.

“You are all deceiving me, you are all in cahoots to deceive me!!”

She stood in the apartment, though she was alone. But she felt countless eyes watching her, and she hated it.

"I'm not a puppet, I tell you. No one has the right to control my life—"

Her anger surged, her left hand tightly clutching the red-painted camera. She hurled it onto the marble floor with a sickening crack, shattering the miniature device into a scattering of pieces."Just as Jun Zhimu stepped out of the elevator, he was accosted by a woman.Liu Yiyin was wearing a hospital gown. She had been rescued from an abandoned factory and sent to this hospital for observati...