At that moment, the door to the operating room opened, and the doctor stepped out and said: "The patient has been resuscitated, but for the near future, rest is critical. He must not experience any further emotional shocks or take any stimulating medications." Not long after, Rong Lan was pushed out. He was still unconscious, and Qin Miaomiao watched as he was taken into the hospital room but did not follow. She only watched from a distance. Perhaps, staying away from him and not provoking him was the best choice. Something so major had happened to Rong Lan, yet there wasn’t any news coverage online. Qin Miaomiao knew very well that Lu Qing had exerted pressure on those portal websites and mainstream media behind the scenes. "Reincarnation" was about to go offline, earning a box office of 800 million. For a suspense film, this truly counted as a miracle. The company’s operations had already entered the distribution channel. Yao Guang Entertainment’s first venture had been exceptionally successful. Next, the focus was on how to maintain this success. Inside the hospital, Rong Lan woke up but didn’t see Qin Miaomiao. Instead, he saw Lu Qing, standing there with his back to the light, exuding an overwhelmingly gloomy aura. Rong Lan laughed bitterly, "The fact that my issues actually required my uncle to step in—it seems the situation has blown up quite a bit." Lu Qing’s face remained cold as he replied indifferently: "I will not allow you to see her ever again." Rong Lan’s expression froze, and he questioned loudly, "By what right?" "I don’t care what happened between you two—whatever it was, it’s over. You’re a troublemaker, and I hate trouble. Tonight, you will be sent abroad where heart specialists will treat you. It’s estimated that they can keep you alive for another year or two. That’s the limit of my tolerance." Rong Lan let out a cold laugh: "Lu Qing, are you scared? Are you scared that Miao Miao has feelings for me, scared that she might fall in love with me again? That’s why you’re so desperate to send me away, isn’t it?" Lu Qing stood there and leaned in slightly, his eyes devoid of any warmth. Staring at Rong Lan’s face, he spoke each word deliberately: The rightful source is NoveI(F)ire.net "A pitiful creature who uses his life to threaten others, desperately clinging onto what isn’t his—am I supposed to be afraid? Rong Lan, you’ve already lost." Rong Lan clutched the bedsheet under him tightly, his face pale. Lu Qing gave him a cold glance and said nonchalantly: "Previously, I refrained from interfering because I wanted Miao Miao to handle it herself. But you refuse to accept boundaries and now resort to using your own life as leverage to cause guilt in her. If you actually died, she would never find peace for the rest of her life. I will never allow something like that to happen. So, if you want to die, do it far away." Rong Lan stared at him in shock. This is the real underground king—unyielding and resolute, leaving no room for argument! "I... I want to see her. Let me see her!" But Lu Qing turned and walked toward the door. Rong Lan immediately pulled out the needle in his hand and struggled to get up, but two men in black suits standing by the bedside restrained him. Lu Qing stopped and turned back to look at him, his eyes completely devoid of warmth, and spoke coldly: "I advise you to cooperate, or I’ll deal with you personally." Rong Lan watched his departing figure and gradually lost the strength to struggle. Lu Qing... Lu Qing! He was like a dark emperor, effortlessly controlling him, leaving no room for resistance! Everything he stirred up now felt like a joke. But he was unwilling to accept it—the bitterness, the absolute unwillingness!