Zhang Hao's expression returned to normal. He picked up his pants and put them on. He even walked to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
"Are you actually pretending?"
His eyes were sinister and playful: "But it's useless. If you just pretend to be a vegetative state, you can live a few more years."
"Tear yourself apart, you won't even survive tonight."
Zhang Hao looked confident and glanced outside the door from time to time.
"Haha, is he the one you rely on?"
Zhang Guosheng turned around and walked outside the door, carrying Chen Qing's body and throwing it in front of Zhang Hao: "Then let's see if he can still save you today!"
"bass!"
Zhang Hao stood up as if he had stepped on his tail, looking at Chen Qing's body in shock:
"You, you actually killed him?"
He couldn't believe it: "How could you do that?"
Chen Qing is a god-like existence in his heart and is invincible.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the courage to kill his father and rape Yao Zhenzhen at the same time.
Zhang Guosheng said coldly: "You don't need to ask more, you should think about your own life and death first!"
"Crack!"
The cigarette in Zhang Hao's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt down with a "pop" sound:
"Dad! I was wrong! I also went astray."
"Last month I went to Southeast Asia to play cards and lost 200 million. They forced me to do this!"
"If I don't agree to them, they will kill your son, Dad!"
He knelt and crawled to Zhang Guosheng's feet and smiled: "Dad, you don't want to see your only son die and then cut off the roots, right?"
"roll!"
Zhang Guosheng kicked him over and said, "Even if I feel ashamed of my ancestors and cut off the Zhang family, I will kill you, an unfilial son!"
"Tie him up!"
"How dare you!"
Zhang Hao simply said: "The food you have eaten before and the water you drank have been poisoned."
"Only I have the antidote. Anyone who dares to touch me will die!"
The expressions of the Zhang family bodyguards changed. Was he poisoned?
"fine."
Qin Feng smiled faintly and took out a black bottle: "There is an antidote here, one for each person in a while..."
Dozens of bodyguards rushed in without saying a word.
"Brother Qin, how's it going?"
"I'm here to support you."
Fang Zheng suddenly rushed forward with his men, and immediately his face froze: "Old Zhang, are you okay?"
"Brother Qin, Lao Zhang is..."
Seeing Qin Feng, Fang Zheng stopped talking.
"Let's go, Mr. Zhang will take care of the housework."
"Let's talk on the road."
Qin Feng took Fang Zheng's arm, strode out of the villa, and drove away in a car.
As the commercial vehicle was driving on the road, Fang Zheng looked at Qin Feng with shock in his eyes:
"Those people actually got into Zhang Guosheng's side a long time ago and even controlled Ah Hao."
He slowly came back to his senses: "It seems that these people have been planning to seize the Nandu market for a long time, and their methods are extremely extreme."
But he smiled cheerfully: "But I'm afraid they never dreamed that Nandu would become their own tomb."
"This blow is not fatal. If you want to repeat the same trick again, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
He smiled: "What's more, with Brother Qin here, I can sleep soundly in the future."
"Do you think I'm a god?"
Qin Feng showed a bitter smile: "This kind of thing can only be a matter of luck. I can't be by your side 24 hours a day, even watching you while you sleep."
"Then you don't care whether you die or not."
Fang Zheng was stern, but showed curiosity: "How did you know that Lao Zhang was pretending on purpose? I was with you all the time during the day, and I didn't see anything unusual about him."
"Could he be able to communicate with you spiritually?"
Qin Feng glanced at him and pressed his hand above Fangzheng's navel without saying anything.
"Do you feel it?"
Fang Zheng shook his head: "No."
Qin Feng pressed harder: "Do you feel it?"
"not yet."
Qin Feng pressed it again: "What now?"
"It hurts when you press it..."
Fangzheng was speechless, and suddenly he was stunned: "No, this is the same place you pressed Lao Zhang during the day, right?"
"Didn't you say at that time that you would be two inches unconscious, three inches alive and fascinated, and four inches dead without medical treatment?"
"Then why don't I feel anything..."
"I made it all up."
Qin Feng smiled calmly: "When I took Zhang Guosheng's pulse, I knew that nothing was wrong with him."
"If a living person would rather pretend to be in a vegetative state than wake up, it proves that there must be something around him that scares him to the core."
"So I deliberately said that to test him to see if he wanted me to take action, and also to make the people behind the wall lower their guard."
"He deliberately held his breath to trigger the alarm, which proves that he still wants to live."
He paused: "And the air in Zhang Guosheng's bedroom is filled with a faint scent of rosemary. Excessive intake of this pollen can cause neurasthenia and many hallucinations..."
Fang Zheng sighed, but more of a sigh.
Qin Feng lowered his head and looked at the time: "Okay, take me back to the hospital. I still have patients to take care of."