"Stop pretending, get up and eat," Qi Fei snorted softly, giving Wang Zhuo's big foot a playful smack.

Wang Zhuo maintained his unmoving posture, continuing to sleep deeply.

Seeing that he was still feigning sleep, Qi Fei’s tone softened: "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."

Wang Zhuo remained unmoved. In fact, even if their vehicle had flipped over now, he wouldn't wake up. Last night, he had discovered a new way to apply his unique ability, which had left him too excited to sleep a wink. The combination of staying up all night and overusing his power meant no one knew when he would finally wake up.

"Let’s go—" Qi Fei approached the bedside, bent down, and began shaking his thighs vigorously with both hands.

Wang Zhuo’s entire body, including his head, swayed back and forth with her shaking, but after she finished, there was still no effect; Wang Zhuo remained in his sleeping posture.

"You just keep acting," Qi Fei huffed with mock annoyance. She glanced at the tightly drawn curtains and said, "Do you want the wake-up service again?"

Just then, Wang Zhuo let out a light snore…

Knew it was fake, Qi Fei inwardly sneered. She walked back, closed and locked the bedroom door, retrieved a pack of wet wipes from the nightstand, lay down beside Wang Zhuo, rested her head on his stomach, and began delicately wiping Wang Zhuo’s lower body with the wipes.

Wang Zhuo continued to play dead, deeply immersed in slumber, completely oblivious to everything happening around him.

A few minutes later, Qi Fei’s technique was becoming quite adept. She sat up, shifted her angle, and paused to let her cheeks rest, feeling a slight ache in her muscles. Accidentally, she suddenly noticed that the color of something seemed different?

She focused her gaze and indeed, it was different. It looked like the mark left after a scar had peeled off—a fresh wound, absolutely no older than a week. She knew Wang Zhuo’s body better than he did himself, so she certainly couldn't be mistaken.

"Wang Zhuo, hey," she patted his thigh, intending to ask what was going on.

Wang Zhuo kept sleeping, unshakeable.

His lower body was violently shaken several times, yet he still slept on.

It was only then that Qi Fei finally sensed something was truly wrong. It wasn't entirely her fault for being slow to realize; it was mainly because Wang Zhuo’s acting performances were usually so convincing that she assumed this was just another prank. But being shaken that intensely, he certainly wouldn't be comfortable—normally, Wang Zhuo would have jumped up immediately. Why was he still in such a deep sleep now?

"Wang Zhuo? Wake up?"

Suspiciously, Qi Fei patted Wang Zhuo's face, then pried open his eyelids to look, and finally, a hint of panic began to surface.

Frazzled, she dialed Guan Yingying’s number, blurting out immediately, "Yingying, Wang Zhuo is sleeping like he’s dead, and nothing wakes him up. Please hurry over and check on him."

Guan Yingying quickly covered her phone, smiling at the Meng family members looking at her. "You all eat first; I’ll step out to take this call."

After walking into the courtyard, she whispered with a chuckle towards Qi Fei, "Sis, if you two want to play, just enjoy yourselves; don't rope me in."

"I’m serious, I’m not joking with you," Qi Fei urged, exasperated. "Hurry over here, I’m about to call Xiao Lu."

"He really is committed to the act…" Guan Yingying grinned, not taking it seriously at all. After returning inside, she told Meng Mingliang that she had something to deal with regarding Wang Zhuo and the others, so they shouldn’t wait for her for breakfast. With that, she left the small courtyard and slowly walked toward the RV parked at the edge of the village.

Taoyuan Village was the safest place in the world, known for its honest populace where doors were left unlocked at night and no one pocketed lost items. As soon as Wang Zhuo arrived, he had given Lu Weimin and the others time off. Currently, Lu Weimin and the female bodyguards were comfortably soaking in the hot springs.

Upon receiving Qi Fei's call, everyone tensed up. Lu Weimin didn't even have time to put on his shirt and underwear; he just threw on a pair of outer trousers and his shoes and bolted back. The female bodyguards were not faring much better—they had managed to put on their underwear, but their bras had to be tucked into their pockets. As they ran, their chests bounced like two little rabbits, a truly spectacular sight.

When Guan Yingying found Qi Fei, she was anxiously trying to pull a pair of shorts up Wang Zhuo’s legs. Upon entering, Guan Yingying mistakenly thought she was pulling them down and burst out laughing.

"Sis, what do you need me for? Don't tell me you want me to give you a back rub?"

Qi Fei stomped her foot in frustration and pointed at Wang Zhuo. "Look for yourself, is this sleeping?"

Seeing her expression, Guan Yingying also grew nervous. She walked over, patted Wang Zhuo’s face, and was just about to shake his head when Qi Fei grabbed her arm.

"Don't touch his head. I suspect he might have a cerebral hemorrhage."

Guan Yingying was thoroughly startled and looked at Qi Fei wide-eyed. "Sis, don't scare me like that."

"I’m not joking," Qi Fei said gravely. "People who suddenly fall into a deep sleep, while sometimes it’s due to other reasons, often have a cerebral hemorrhage."

"Could he have drunk too much?" Guan Yingying sniffed slightly.

Qi Fei frowned and shook her head. "I smelled him; there’s only a faint scent of peach wine. It probably isn’t that."

"Then maybe he ate something with a hypnotic effect or a drug?" Guan Yingying said, cautiously reaching out to lift Wang Zhuo’s eyelid.

Wang Zhuo’s eyelid was scratched by her pointed nail. He frowned in discomfort, shifted his head away slightly, and then rolled over.

"This definitely isn't a cerebral hemorrhage," Guan Yingying’s heart immediately eased. She stated firmly, "A cerebral hemorrhage wouldn't produce this kind of reflexive movement."

"Could it be epilepsy?" Qi Fei blinked.

"Stop guessing wildly," Guan Yingying playfully poked her, saying, "I still suspect he ate the wrong thing. I’ll go check the dining room and living room for anything suspicious. You help him get his pants on first."

"Then give me a hand before you go," Qi Fei quickly said. "He's too heavy; I can't move him alone."

So, the two first flipped Wang Zhuo back onto his back. Qi Fei supported Wang Zhuo’s waist while Guan Yingying pulled the trousers up. When the shorts reached his thighs, they got caught precisely at the region of Wang Zhuo's private pouch. Guan Yingying didn't think much of it; she simply covered the bundle of things with a quick press and push, tucking them neatly into his trousers.

Qi Fei couldn't help but be stunned. Yingying’s sequence of actions seemed… overly practiced?

Moreover, she noticed that after finishing, Guan Yingying didn't seem to register anything amiss. After tidying Wang Zhuo's pants, she naturally and quickly walked out.

She quickly dismissed her wandering thoughts, picked up the tablet computer from the nightstand, powered it on, and started searching online for countermeasures for sudden, unawakening drowsiness, comparing the symptoms one by one against Wang Zhuo.

More than ten minutes later, Lu Weimin was the first to run back. By this time, Guan Yingying had searched every possible location and found nothing suspicious, except for a half-empty bottle of peach wine. It seemed Wang Zhuo had only consumed half a bottle last night, which probably wasn't the main reason for his deep slumber.

Qi Fei had also tried every method she could think of, ruling out epilepsy, cerebral hemorrhage, and all other potential ailments. Both were at a loss. After inquiring briefly, Lu Weimin made an immediate decision: he told Qi Fei to call the Taoyuan Copper Mine right away to dispatch a medical team, while he called Wang Zhengdao himself.

Wang Zhengdao was currently vacationing in the Maldives with a university girl he had recently befriended. His global roaming phone had been submerged by a wave yesterday and was unusable; he hadn't had a chance to replace it yet, so it couldn't be reached.

After three failed attempts, Lu Weimin reluctantly hung up, muttering in annoyance, "This guy, impossible to find when you really need him at a crucial moment."

"Should I try calling Gan Lin?" Guan Yingying flipped through her contacts and found Gan Lin’s number. She had only met Gan Lin three times and eaten with her twice; they had exchanged numbers then.

Qi Fei immediately nodded. Lu Weimin walked over, opened the curtains and window, letting the fresh morning air stream in.

The female bodyguards also began arriving one after another around this time. After being notified, the Taoyuan Copper Mine promised to immediately dispatch personnel to rush over with full effort.

Guan Yingying’s call was answered quickly. As soon as a soft, sweet "Hello" came through the receiver, Guan Yingying cut in: "Gan Lin, this is Guan Yingying. Something is wrong with Wang Zhuo; he is sleeping incredibly deeply, and nothing wakes him. I wanted to ask you—has anything like this ever happened to him before?"

Silence reigned on the other end for two seconds, followed by a clear voice: "Yes, Sister Yingying. Do you remember that incident at the Red House? After we were safe, he slept for sixteen straight hours; nothing could wake him up either. Someone even tickled his soles with a strand of hair, and he didn’t react."

Everyone's expression immediately relaxed considerably. Guan Yingying pressed on: "So, he really has had an episode like this before?"

"Yes," Gan Lin confirmed definitively. "Grandpa Qin Jingzhong even said he witnessed something similar during the War of Resistance Against Japan—some soldiers, when pushed to the absolute limit of exhaustion, wouldn't even stir if they were dragged away while asleep."

Lu Weimin pondered aloud. "But he didn't do anything yesterday; he shouldn't be that exhausted, should he?"

"Wait a moment, everyone," Guan Yingying suddenly said, her eyes lighting up. She thrust the phone into Qi Fei's hand and turned to run outside.

She rushed back in less than two minutes. The female bodyguards cleared a path, and as she entered the room, she spread a stack of A3 paper out onto the ** and pointed at it. "Look at this!"

It was a stack of pencil sketches. Each one was signed with Wang Zhuo’s name in crab-like script on the bottom right corner, dated for yesterday evening. The top sheet was a self-portrait of Wang Zhuo—lifelike and expressive, far more vivid than the clearest color photograph.

"He drew this last night?" Lu Weimin curiously lifted two sheets, and as his gaze fell upon them, he froze.

"I heard that Go players can become completely drained from exhaustion while playing a match. He probably just tired himself out by drawing too much," Guan Yingying analyzed, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I never knew he could draw…" Qi Fei felt extremely surprised.

"Are you talking about Wang Zhuo drawing?" Gan Lin asked with a wry smile from the other end of the phone. "When we were in school, he could only manage simple stick figures."

"Stick figures? Does this look like stick figures?" Lu Weimin laughed in disbelief, secretly pulling the drawing beneath his hand away and turning the image face down, hiding it behind his back.

He happened to be facing the doorway. A curious female bodyguard stepped forward two paces, glanced at the paper, and immediately flushed bright red, lowering her head and retreating.

Qi Fei briefly described the situation to Gan Lin. After listening, Gan Lin was silent for a moment before saying, "Sister Qi Fei, I think he’s just worn out. Let him rest quietly for a while longer; perhaps sixteen hours, maybe a bit longer. He’ll wake up on his own."

After confirming a few more details, Qi Fei and Guan Yingying finally felt some peace of mind. After hanging up the phone, the two discussed it and decided to take turns standing guard near Wang Zhuo, ensuring he had a quiet environment to rest until he woke up.