Old Dao quickly rushed over and used a silver needle to press on Ke Jingran's philtrum. Ke Jingran soon regained his breath.
"Dean Dao, is he okay?" Joyina looked at Old Dao with wide, worried eyes.
Old Dao shook his head. "A temporary faint caused by excessive grief. He'll be fine after some rest."
Hearing Old Dao say he was fine, everyone rushed to help lift Ke Jingran onto the sofa.
Ke Jingran's gaze was dazed. He wanted to cry, yet no tears seemed to come out.
"Ke Jingran, don't scare us. Talk to us or cry if you need to. It might help you feel a little better," Joyina crouched in front of him, gripping his hand tightly.
Ke Jingran's eyes shifted slightly. "Where is he? Take me to see him."
Tong Airui spoke in a deep voice, "His body is at the police station undergoing an autopsy. In your current state, it's not suitable for you to go to a place like that. But please be assured, we will definitely uncover the truth."
