Jiang Weimin is now a criminal, and a young policeman was guarding outside the ward when he was receiving medical treatment.

Han Wangwang stared at the young policeman who was talking on the phone outside the door. She gently pulled Jiang Zhen's sleeve.

Jiang Zhen lowered his head and put his cheek close to Han Wangwang. Han Wangwang whispered in his ear, "Tell me, could it be that your father is pretending to be sick to avoid imprisonment?"

You can't blame Han Wangwang for being so thoughtful; it's just that Jiang Weimin is too cunning.

Before today, anyone who saw Jiang Weimin's affable appearance wouldn't have believed he could commit such a heinous act as murdering his wife and kidnapping his children. For someone like him to feign illness and hospitalization to avoid legal punishment was hardly surprising.

Jiang Zhen also considered this possibility, but the young policeman outside the door said that Jiang Weimin suddenly felt nauseous and vomited on the way to the police station, and finally fainted and was sent to the hospital for treatment.

If Jiang Weimin was faking illness, he would have won an Oscar for his acting skills.

Jiang Zhen glanced at the unconscious person on the bed and said thoughtfully, "You can fool us by pretending to be sick, but you can't fool the equipment. Let's see what the doctor says later."

"Um."

The two of them huddled on the sofa and played a game. Before the game was over, they heard Zhu Xiulan's voice instructing Jiang Guchuan outside the door.

"Don't lose your temper later. Stay calm. Talking too much will lead to more mistakes and give people a chance to use you against us..." As she spoke, Zhu Xiulan walked to the door of the ward. She saw Jiang Zhen and the other man sitting on the sofa in the ward and immediately shut up.

Zhu Xiulan didn't expect to run into Jiang Zhen in the ward. She thought that after what happened this afternoon, Jiang Zhen and Jiang Weimin would never have anything to do with each other again.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhen arrived at the ward before them.

Jiang Guchuan saw his mother suddenly stop and stare into the ward in a daze, so he turned his head to look towards the ward. Seeing Jiang Zhen and the others, Jiang Guchuan's eyes flashed with surprise, probably a little surprised that Jiang Zhen was still willing to come to see Jiang Weimin.

Han Wangwang noticed that Zhu Xiulan and her son had changed their clothes. Zhu Xiulan was wearing a blue silk dress that went below her knees. She had a graceful figure and a rosy complexion. It seemed that she had recovered from the incident at noon.

Jiang Guchuan changed into a casual suit. He seemed to have regained his composure. When he saw Jiang Zhen, he just raised his eyebrows in surprise, but quickly suppressed his displeasure. He nodded to Jiang Zhen before walking in.

"Are you here?" Jiang Guchuan said to Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen nodded, "Yeah."

It's really amazing that the family who were fighting each other at noon are now living in peace with each other.

The family, all put together from nowhere, stayed in the same hospital room, and the atmosphere was very depressing. Han Wangwang was restless and subconsciously wanted to get up and find an excuse to slip away.

Jiang Zhen noticed Han Wangwang's intention, so he grabbed Han Wangwang's wrist and said, "It's hot outside, but there's air conditioning in the room. Just sit here."

Han Wangwang cursed Jiang Zhen in his heart for being so unkind, and could only stay put and prepare for the storm that was coming.

Zhu Xiulan found a stool and sat down. Jiang Guchuan, having no other chair, leaned against Jiang Weimin's bed. Everyone was busy on their phones, as if they held a world of their own.

Han Wangwang was not in the mood to play games, but she couldn't just sit there. She looked at the other three people and finally opened her phone to watch Douyin, but she turned the volume very low.

At 8:30 pm, the doctor arrived at the ward with the medical report. His appearance broke the strange silence. As soon as the doctor entered the room, everyone immediately stuffed their phones into their pockets.

The doctor stared at the people in the room and asked, "Who are the patient's family members?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiulan, Jiang Zhen, and Jiang Guchuan raised their hands at the same time, vying to say, "I am."

The scene was very awkward for a while.

The doctor stared at the three of them, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked up to Jiang Guchuan, who looked a few years older, and asked, "Are you the boss?"

Jiang Guchuan was about to nod when he heard Jiang Zhen say, "He is my father's adopted son. The one sitting on the stool is my stepmother. I am my father's biological son." Jiang Zhen was deliberately trying to disgust Jiang Guchuan.

Jiang Guchuan gave Jiang Zhen a gloomy look, wanting to explode, but he held himself back.

The doctor froze, unsure who to talk to about Jiang Weimin's condition. Perhaps realizing these three weren't easy to deal with, he simply stood next to Han Wangwang.

The doctor, wearing glasses, stared at the data on the stack of examination reports in his hand and said solemnly, "The patient's condition is not optimistic." After that, the doctor stopped and looked up at the reactions of the three people in front of him, only to find that all three of them had calm expressions.

In my half-life as a doctor, this is the first time I have seen such calm family members.

So calm that there is no trace of emotion.

The doctor frowned and continued, "The patient has experienced acute liver and kidney failure. The cause has not yet been determined, but the organ failure is very serious. With our current medical skills, I'm afraid... there's no way to save him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiulan suddenly snorted and said with a sneer, "May God see clearly!"

The doctor was stunned and looked at Zhu Xiulan with great anger. He couldn't understand why this woman was so vicious and actually expected her husband to suffer.

When Jiang Guchuan heard Zhu Xiulan's words, his brows furrowed. He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Weimin lying on the bed. Seeing Jiang Weimin's pale face, which showed that he didn't have much time left, he felt sorry for him.

Jiang Guchuan glared at his mother and scolded her in a low voice, "Mom, talk less."

Zhu Xiulan still sneered.

Jiang Zhen put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a smile: "Whether it was God's will or someone murdered him, it's hard to say." After saying that, he turned his head slightly and his eyes met Zhu Xiulan's behind him.

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