#Shock! First Socialite Song Ci Married Han Zhan, a Level 10 Disabled Person!#
Everyone mocked Song Ci for being blind, refusing to marry the rich and handsome Second Young Master of Chuandon...
Jiang Zhen: "He's such a rude person, if he doesn't get beaten, who will?"
Yan Jiang coughed and reminded him at the right time: "Who poisoned it? No one admits it?"
Lin Jing folded his arms across his chest and leaned his long legs against the doctor's desk.
He stared at Jiang Zhen and the other three and said slowly, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. We will investigate. Currently, there are not many people in the country who dare to produce ricin privately, and every one of them is registered. We will always be able to find the person who bought the drug."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhen and Jiang Guchuan did not react in any special way. Instead, Zhu Xiulan's face turned pale and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Lin Jing stared at the guilty Zhu Xiulan and was about to bluff her when a young nurse suddenly ran over in a panic, shouting, "Director Zhang, the patient in bed 89 has suddenly had a sudden drop in heart rate!"
Upon hearing this, Director Zhang ran away.
Jiang Guchuan's eyelids twitched, and he said in panic, "It's my father."
Jiang Guchuan pushed Zhu Xiulan away, stood up shakily, and went to the ward while holding his chest and enduring the severe pain. Jiang Zhen walked slowly behind him. When he arrived, the doctor and the nurse had already closed the door. Director Zhang was kneeling on the bed to rescue Jiang Weimin.
Jiang Guchuan stood at the door of the room, staring at the rescue scene inside through the transparent glass.
Jiang Zhen leaned against the wall, praying in his heart that Jiang Weimin could pull through and survive. Only by living could he suffer torture and pain, and be buried with his poor mother!
Perhaps God heard Jiang Zhen’s prayers, and after an orderly rescue, Jiang Weimin was actually saved!
The doctors and nurses in the ward cheered, and outside the ward, Jiang Guchuan also had a look of joy on his face.
However, when Zhu Xiulan heard that Jiang Weimin had been rescued, she immediately screamed like crazy, "How can he still be alive! How can he still be alive! I clearly doubled the dosage, he shouldn't still be alive!"
"He deserves to die!"
Zhu Xiulan suddenly pushed Jiang Guchuan aside, turned the doorknob and ran in. Her high heels stepped on the ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow, looking like a madman.
Before the doctors could react, Zhu Xiulan ran to the bedside and roughly removed the oxygen mask from Jiang Weimin's face.
Zhu Xiulan pinched Jiang Weimin's throat, her eyes red as she roared, "Go to hell! Why don't you just die! You've done so many bad things, why are you still alive? Why can't even poison kill you?"
Zhu Xiulan pressed on Jiang Weimin's throat, and Jiang Weimin began to struggle desperately.
Everyone came to their senses and rushed forward to separate Zhu Xiulan and Jiang Weimin. Lin Jing grabbed Zhu Xiulan's waist tightly and dragged her back, not allowing her to approach the ward again. Zhu Xiulan kicked her legs wildly and continued to spit out curse words -
"Jiang Weimin, you are truly a disaster, a disaster that even poison cannot kill!"
"You're going to hell! You're going to go to the eighteen levels of hell when you die!"
Lin Jing handcuffed Zhu Xiulan and dragged her out of the ward. He said to the officer guarding the door, "Take good care of Jiang Weimin. When he recovers, bring him back to the police station!"
"Yes! Captain Lin!"
After Lin Jing took Zhu Xiulan away, Jiang Guchuan was still leaning against the gate in a daze, as if he was stupid.
Seeing Jiang Weimin alive, Jiang Zhen asked the doctor, "Can my father be saved?"
The doctor said, "Although ricin is highly toxic, as long as the patient survives the most critical and dangerous period, he will survive. However, his kidneys and liver have been damaged, and recovery will be difficult. His health will definitely be much worse than before, and his life expectancy will be greatly reduced."
Jiang Zhen smiled when he heard this, "Isn't that good?" Let him also experience the feeling of being alive, let him feel the pain his mother felt before she died, this is fair.
Jiang Zhen turned around with a smile, and seeing Jiang Guchuan's silly look, he felt a little sorry for him for a moment.
So stupid!
He walked up to Jiang Guchuan, stared at his pitiful face that had been hit so hard, smiled at him, and said, "Do you believe it now? Your father is a man who can abandon everything for fame and fortune. He can abandon his wife, friends, and even his own flesh and blood."
"Your mother is a crazy woman who was blinded by hatred and lived a life of deception."
"Jiang Guchuan, you are more pitiful than me. Because your mother is really crazy."
Jiang Zhen left after he finished speaking.
Jiang Guchuan felt like crying and laughing at the same time.
He tilted his head to look at his father who was breathing weakly on the bed, then looked back at his mother whose shadow had long disappeared. For the first time, he realized how much of a failure his life was.
Jiang Guchuan wiped his eyes and told himself that he had to cheer up. Even if his parents were both mentally ill, he still had to continue living.
Jiangdong Pharmaceutical was listed eight years ago. In recent days, affected by the internal turmoil of the Jiang family, Jiangdong Pharmaceutical has also been in turmoil.
The founder of Jiangdong Pharmaceutical is a vicious man who murdered his wife, kidnapped, and sold their children. How could the company he founded be any better? Are the drugs developed and manufactured by Jiangdong Pharmaceutical truly trustworthy?
For a time, everyone became suspicious of Jiangdong Pharmaceutical.
Once the seed of doubt was planted in people's hearts, everyone began to feel uneasy. Many patients who were taking medicines produced by Jiangdong Pharmaceutical fell into distrust of Jiangdong Pharmaceutical.
And a greater turmoil is brewing...
On this day, F International officially moved its headquarters to Wangdong City, China. At seven o'clock in the morning, a red curtain was slowly drawn open under the building at No. 18 Financial Street.
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