He Yanchen turned his phone towards He Yan and found Zhou Qiaohua's number.

Keep the interface at the dialing interface.

Now, he can call Zhou Qiaohua by just pressing the green button next to it.

He Yanchen's hand stopped a few centimeters away from the button, "She is waiting for your call too."

He Yan struggled for a few seconds before saying fiercely, "Don't hit me! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't you just want her to see me in such a state?"

"She already knows what you did, but she is willing to acknowledge you as her son, so she will naturally tolerate everything you do. She also believes that you were confused for a moment and will correct yourself."

He Yanchen still held up his phone. "She's only in her sixties this year. As long as you're alive, you can always provide for her and see her to the end of her life. That way, she'll have something to look forward to in life."

The man persuaded He Yan word by word with all his heart.

The whole environment is very quiet.

The wind blew and the leaves made a rustling sound.

He Yanchen continued, "As long as Lin Zhixing is safe and healthy, I promise that when you are released from prison, even if you cannot return to China, I will charter a plane to reunite you and your son."

He has completely given up this meager, ridiculous, and deformed family relationship.

A mother who never gave him any trust and wanted to give up on him countless times.

A woman who says "I love you, I believe you" over and over again even if she knows nothing about his past.

He always has only one choice.

He stood here at this moment, just asking for a result.

Lin Zhixing is safe!

He Yan's expression almost froze when he heard the man's words.

He always felt that he had no way out and that everything he wanted could no longer be realized.

However, He Yanchen's words at this moment made him realize that the person behind him might not be absolutely...

The reason why he had the opportunity to come to China was because he had a purpose.

In exchange, he also made his own demands.

He had done so many things that he thought he was destined to spend the rest of his life in prison and never be able to return home.

He Yanchen's words ignited a small flame in his heart.

Maybe……

He Yan's hand holding the needle loosened slightly.

A few more policemen came running over.

He heard the noise and looked over. The dense crowds of police and bodyguards in front of him, coupled with what he had done, made him see the current situation clearly!

"Impossible! Stop lying to me! I'm on a dead end with no future." He Yan looked at He Yanchen coldly, "I knew you would come. I want you to go to hell with me!"

The police officer said, "He Yan, don't be impulsive. We have thoroughly investigated your case and it does not meet the sentencing criteria for the death penalty."

"Yes, I will hire a lawyer for you. If you are only sentenced to ten years and behave well in prison, you may be able to get out in seven or eight years."

He Yanchen tried to persuade He Yan.

He simply stopped the phone at the dialing screen and threw it to He Yan on the other side, letting him make the decision.

The phone fell to the ground with a "bang".

The screen was shattered into several pieces, and the displayed content was blurry.

"Enough, shut up!" He Yan didn't even look at the phone on the ground. "Don't you know? The medicine I gave her, even if she gets a heart transplant, she won't live for ten years. She'll be dead before I get out!"

The scene was quiet.

He Yan continued, "Are you wondering why I did this? Doctor Lin has already asked her. If she were in good health and had the energy to go out and play and interact with others, she would definitely like you as her son more!"

“…”

"If she was frail and sick, unable to get out of bed, and needed someone to take care of her daily life, then she would definitely like me. This is the only thing I can do that you can't!"

He Yan spoke each word with a somewhat ferocious expression.

He kidnapped Lin Zhixing and lured He Yanchen over, just to prepare for his own death.

He Yanchen frowned, "Then you shouldn't do these things, so that you can accompany her better."

"Do you think I don't want this? Aunt Zhou says she doesn't care, but she's used to the best of everything she eats, wears, and uses." He Yan smiled bitterly, "Do I not want to be a competent son? But I'm just an anesthesiologist."

Anesthesiologists earn much less than surgeons.

"He Yan, He Yan..."

The environment became quiet, and a faint voice came from the ground.

He Yan was stunned for a moment and his eyes moved slightly downwards.

The phone actually...

In call status!

He Yan's eyes froze, and he seemed to lose the ability to think at that moment. He walked a few steps to the phone and wanted to pick it up.

A brief distraction, the police haven't moved yet...

"Don't come over here!"

He Yan reacted immediately.

He glanced at the connected phone and heard Zhou Qiaohua calling his name with sobs.

The police are waiting in the distance for any opportunity to strike.

He Yan looked at He Yanchen, the corners of his mouth twitched, and expressions of shock, helplessness, sadness, and anger intertwined on his face.

"As expected of Mr. He, you can come up with such a method." He Yan just sat there and sneered, "Actually, you are just wasting your time now. I don't plan to live today."

He looked at He Yanchen and said, "Mr. He, you will be like me. You will watch the people you want to cherish die. You will live in a nightmare forever, a life worse than death!"

"He Yan, son, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive..."

Zhou Qiaohua's voice came out intermittently from the phone, and it was obvious that she was crying.

There was a lot of noise behind her, and it seemed like the nurse was trying to persuade her not to be impulsive.

He Yan held the remote control in one hand and the syringe in the other. He lowered his body little by little, putting his ear as close to the phone as possible, but his eyes were always looking in the direction of the police around him.

He said to Zhou Qiaohua in a gentle voice: "Auntie Zhou, please take good care of yourself. I'm sorry, it's all my fault that you're in this state..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Zhou Qiaohua's voice was weak.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not as capable as Mr. He. I was bewildered and came up with this method to make you think I'm a better son than him..."

He Yan inserted the needle in his right hand into his own blood vessel.

Listening to Zhou Qiaohua calling him "son" on the other end of the phone, he slowly said: "In the next life, let me..."

“Whoosh—”

Before He Yan could finish his words, a policeman who was lurking near the wall rushed over, pulled out a knife that he had prepared long ago, and with a quick and accurate move, he cut off He Yan's right hand that was holding the remote control!

The whole thing happened so quickly that He Yan had almost no time to react.

When he realized his arm had been chopped off, before he could react, the police slashed his neck with a knife...

He Yan fell unconscious on the spot.

The moment He Yan fell, police and doctors rushed over.

He Yanchen followed the police into the villa.

The stairs are narrow.

Before he even reached the stairs, he heard the police inside shouting, "Don't move! Bomb disposal experts, come here, everyone else, get out of the room!"