Several bodyguards who were blocking the way fell to the ground holding their stomachs.
Qin Feng wiped his hands as he walked: "Come on, come on, whoever took my medicine and fell unconscious, take it out and let me take a good look."
He was so angry that when he learned that someone took his Qingnao Pills and instead of getting better, he fell into a coma, he knew that someone was causing trouble behind his back.
Now that I saw Yan Zihao present, I was even more convinced of this idea.
"Qin Feng, it turns out to be you."
Yan Zihao showed a sneer: "Do you admit it to yourself?"
Qin Feng did not speak, but strode forward and came to Tang Qingqian's side.
Tang Qingqian looked at him coldly: "What are you doing here?"
As the culprit of today's incident, Qin Feng should appear and explain the matter clearly.
But obviously not now.
The scene of Yan Zihao running away in a panic that night and uttering cruel words is still vivid in my mind.
"Someone has taken my medicine and been poisoned. If I don't come back, won't I just let them throw dirty water on you and force you to do things you don't want to do?"
Qin Feng glanced lightly and found the plastic bag in Yan Kun's hand.
Smiling contemptuously: "Your father died of taking my medicine?"
"He's not dead, but he's still in a coma because he took your medicine."
Yan Kun's face darkened: "You cursed my father to death?"
"Don't talk nonsense to him."
Yan Zihao said calmly: "Since he took the initiative to show up and admit it, then this matter has nothing to do with Qing Qian."
"The person who poisoned my second uncle is right in front of you now, and he and the stolen goods are both his and hers."
He smiled coldly: "Xiao Kun, now is the best time to take revenge. Don't let your brother look down on you."
Last time I ate a giant turtle at Qingqian Villa and almost lost my life there.
Yan Zihao has always held a grudge against this, but due to Wen Lan's pressure on Yan Qing, he could only tolerate it and did not dare to directly retaliate.
This time, he made a game.
A situation that could put Qin Feng to death without having to do anything personally.
"Just you? It seems you didn't get enough from the last beating."
Qin Feng looked at him indifferently: "Believe it or not, I will hit you again so that you can reminisce about it?"
Looking at Qin Feng's cold eyes, Yan Zihao trembled inexplicably, but he soon came back to his senses. How could he be afraid of this waste?
"It seems that you are indeed very arrogant."
Yan Kun smiled coldly: "But you have stirred up a hornet's nest. Even the king of heaven, I, can't save you today."
"Qin Feng, your fake medicine has harmed people, and now everyone has gained the stolen goods, what else do you have to say?"
Liu Meng raised his chin contemptuously: "I advise you to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. Be careful if there is heavy bleeding here, we will not save you."
"It's up to you whether to save me or not."
Tang Qingqian's beautiful eyes tightened: "It doesn't matter if you say whether the medicine is real or fake. Even if there are any problems, it's not your turn to point fingers here."
"My medicine is good medicine, but the person who takes it must be a good person."
Qin Feng strode towards the ward: "Get out of here, I want to see the patient."
"You can also see patients?"
Yan Kun sneered again and again: "You are a piece of trash. You poisoned my father with medicine. If I let you in now, wouldn't it give you the opportunity to kill my father with your own hands?"
He waved coldly, and the bodyguards in the corridor immediately swarmed in and blocked Qin Feng at the door of the ward.
"Not allowed to see?"
Qin Feng laughed loudly: "Then I have to go in."
"Senior Sister Tang, please inform the operating room to prepare. If I injure the old man due to nervous shaking of my hands later, you have to help me deal with the aftermath."
Tang Qingqian was slightly startled: "Okay, I will personally help the old man perform the surgery."
"Get out!"
Qin Feng strode forward, reached out with both hands, grabbed the bodyguard's neck and threw him out hard.
Before Yan Kun could react, his body swayed and fell to the side.
Seeing Qin Feng walking to the hospital bed, he suddenly reacted and shouted loudly: "What the hell are you doing standing there in a daze? Go up and kill him!"
At the same time, Qin Feng saw Yan Song lying on the hospital bed.
His body was covered with tubes, the electrocardiogram on the side was beating weakly, and looking at him with his eyes closed, he really looked like a patient in a severe coma.
"Old guy, let's see how long you can keep pretending."
There was a hint of joking at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the Yan family's bodyguards rushing in in large numbers from the corner of his eye.
He raised his hand and grabbed the kettle on the table and poured it on the hospital bed.
"Damn it, don't let him touch the old man!"
Yan Kun's roar sounded outside the door.
"Stab it!"
The boiling water was so hot that it splashed all over Yan Song's face.
A shocking scene happened.
"ah!!"
Yan Song, who was unconscious at first, suddenly rolled like a donkey and rolled directly off the hospital bed.
As he rolled, he covered his face and let out a shrill cry.
The bodyguards of the Yan family who rushed in stood stiffly in place, their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.
Isn't his life in danger or in a severe coma?
Why did he roll out of bed faster than a rabbit, and his screams were so confident that he didn't look like he had just been rescued from the gate of hell.
Liu Meng and the others were also dumbfounded.
"This is a stroke."
Qin Feng chuckled and swept away a pile of medicine bottles on the table:
"Is this medicine for your illness?"
He grabbed an unknown pill box and poured all the pills into the palm of his hand.
Then he bent down, grabbed Yan Song’s neck, and pried his mouth open: