In the corridor, a weak lamp was tried its best to support it in the sky, and the doors on both sides were closed tightly, blocking out the excitement of the outside world.
The man was sitting on a bench, still holding a half glass of champagne in his hand, and a piece of paper lying quietly at his feet.
Bang.
The cup was pressed hard and suddenly shattered.
The door was opened and Yan Song walked in, "Master, the husband and wife are here."
There was no movement in the severe cold.
Footsteps approached, and soon a shadow was cast in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Yan Zhicheng frowned.
The man who was about to freeze into stone moved and looked up at him, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.
"Xiao Yan!"
An Xuyue exclaimed and immediately knelt down in front of him, "What's wrong with you? Where is your daughter-in-law?"
"She's gone."
Yan Han spoke, but his eyes stared at Yan Zhicheng.
The father and son looked at each other for a long time, then Yan Zhencheng leaned over and pulled An Xuyue up.
"The grilled fish on the island is almost ready. Go grab one for me and Xiao Yan."
An Xuyue blinked, sensing something was wrong, and didn't want to go, but she was used to being led by Yan Zhicheng over the years, so she curled her lips and went anyway.
The side door closed and the corridor became quiet again.
"Dad, you really gave me a big surprise." Yan Han raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty and smiled coldly and mockingly.
Yan Zhicheng noticed something at his feet and leaned over to pick it up.
After quickly scanning, the veins on his forehead popped out for a moment, and then he was forcibly restrained.
"Don't you think I should do this?"
Yan Han's face was expressionless.
"If it were you, you would do the same thing."
"If it were me, this kind of thing would never happen!" Yan Han suddenly stood up, stared with blood-red eyes, and growled: "You are already a lover, can't you just concentrate on one person?! You want to
It’s not that you have a weak mind, how could something happen later!”
Yan Zhicheng faced his son's disgusted look, but his face remained cold and firm. The only thing that could reveal his emotions was his slightly trembling fingertips.
"I cut Nanqing's medicine, your mother doesn't know."
After a long time, I said such pale words.
Yan Han's whole body was tense, and the fist at his side was full of strength, but he did not punch out.
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Rong family
Xiang Shuyi arrived late at night and opened the equipment building for Rong Boye to inspect. The whole garden was brightly lit.
Song Xiang was sitting under the corridor, with Rong Zhe beside him who was talking in a low voice.
"At that time, special medicines for malaria were strictly controlled, and the shelf life of the drugs was extremely short. Malaria was known as the God of Death in Mamba. The source of my wife's infection was a child who received alms, and was later passed on to Anxu Yue.
, Unexpectedly, An Xuyue became more seriously ill, and her condition was very urgent. My husband and Yan Zhicheng worked together to get the medicine through their connections, and they arrived at the hospital within six hours."
Song Xiang's mind was in confusion, and when he heard this, he immediately interrupted.
"This is unreasonable. Why do they only need one dose of medicine? Why not..."
"Of course it's impossible." Rong Zhe sighed, "At that time, the only people who could use this medicine were heads of state and royal families. Obtaining a dose for one person was already the limit of connections."
Song Xiang felt a lump in his throat.
"Only six hours?"
"It was... a fatal six hours." Rong Zhe squinted his eyes and recalled, "Mr. ordered the medicine earlier."
"Yan Zhencheng intercepted the medicine that arrived first." Song Xiang guessed.
"yes."
No wonder, no wonder Rong Boye wants revenge.
"Three hours after An Xuyue took the medicine, my wife, who was originally in stable condition, suddenly suffered multiple organ failure."