Seeing that he couldn't get the truth about the old man's hospitalization, Fang Zhengfan deliberately asked about other things: "By the way, I haven't seen my brother Qin Zun in a long time. Didn't he come to accompany the old man this time?"

Originally, Fang Zhengfan wanted to find Mr. Qin to confirm with him whether Qin Zun was really dead, but when he arrived here, he saw that Mr. Qin was unconscious. In addition, he felt that Qin Si's behavior at the door of the ward just now was a little unusual.

Therefore, he decided to hide the news of Qin Zun's death in order to test Qin Si's reaction.

After these words were spoken, Qin Si narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was examining the meaning behind Fang Zhengfan's words.

Does he know anything about Qin Zun?

Thinking of this, Qin Si asked tentatively: "Your good brother, how could you not know his whereabouts?"

Fang Zhengfan shrugged. "You don't even know he didn't reply to my messages, so how would I know what he's doing? But he's always been this cold. It doesn't matter if he replies or not, I'm used to it."

Qin Si stared at Fang Zhengfan closely, not wanting to miss any change in his expression. However, Fang Zhengfan asked with a relaxed expression, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

After examining Fang Zhengfan, Qin Si seemed to have confirmed something, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips: "Don't worry, you will be able to see him in seven days. By then, our Qin family will personally invite you to come."

Fang Zhengfan always felt that there was something behind Qin Si's words, but at this moment he knew nothing about what had happened, and he was waiting for something else to be asked.

Qin Si began to see the guests off: "Okay, you've seen the patient, it's getting late now, it's time to leave, please!"

Qin Si made a gesture to see him off. Even if Fang Zhengfan had many questions in his mind, he had no way to ask any more. He had no choice but to leave.

After Qin Si confirmed that Fang Zhengfan had left, he waved his hand and summoned another bodyguard, instructing him, "From now on, you will guard the door carefully. If anyone wants to come, do not let them in. Do you understand?"

"knew!"

5:30 AM

When no one noticed, the old man who had been in a coma suddenly moved his fingers. Then after a while, his arms began to feel sensation. The old man's consciousness gradually became clear, and his eyes slowly opened. The entire ward was dark, with only a few sporadic green lights from the oxygen machine dimly lighting the room.

Old Master Qin's vision was hazy and he could hardly see anything. He vaguely felt that he was not at home. He asked himself weakly, "Where is this?"

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from the pitch-black room: "Old man, you are finally awake."

What Mr. Qin saw next was a face glowing green. The expression on that face was distorted like a devil, with a hideous smile. Even though the old man was sick and his body's perceptions were a beat slower than usual, he also noticed something was wrong.

"Qin Si, is that you? What do you want to do?"

Qin Si's face became even more ferocious, and his words revealed a hint of ill intention: "What do I want to do? Of course I want you to continue sleeping peacefully, old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Si immediately took action and pulled out the oxygen supply device on the old man's face. The old man immediately felt difficulty breathing.

The old man gasped for breath, "What on earth are you going to do? You unfilial son!"

This was not the end yet. Qin Si took out a white handkerchief from the bag next to him and sprayed some transparent potion on it.

Seeing this, the old man was confused and wanted to call for help outside, but Qin Si was faster. He picked up a white handkerchief and covered the old man's mouth and nose.

The old man had to struggle desperately, but after all, he was weak now, not as good as before. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not defeat Qin Si's young and strong body.

Just like that, the old man's mouth and nose were covered, and he couldn't breathe. The blood in his body rushed up, and his whole face turned red.

Finally, the two men were in a stalemate for a few minutes. Seeing that the old man was struggling desperately, his blood was rushing up, and finally a trace of blood flowed from his nostrils, staining the white handkerchief with blood. The old man's struggle became weaker and weaker, and Qin Si took away the handkerchief.

At this time, the old man's whole body had no movement. A trickle of blood was flowing out of his nostrils. Qin Si wiped the blood again and again without getting tired of it.

Only when there was no more bloodstains left did Qin Si put all the bloodstained tissues and handkerchiefs into a bag, and then he tidied up the traces of the old man's struggle one by one. Finally, he tidied up everything in the ward exactly as before.

Seven o'clock in the morning

Dean Fang, accompanied by a nurse, arrived at the old man's ward on time for rounds. Seeing that the old man was still unconscious, Dean Fang frowned. He put down his tools and first listened to the old man's heartbeat with a stethoscope. The heartbeat was steady, and he said silently, "It shouldn't be like this."

He raised his hand again and flipped over the old man's eyelids. He saw that his eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot. His frown was so tight that it could catch a mosquito.

After completing all the examinations, Director Fang put down the instruments in his hand and asked a nurse following behind him, "Did the patient show any abnormalities during your ward rounds last night?"

The nurse shook her head. "Nothing unusual has happened. All vital signs are stable."

Dean Fang held his chin with one hand and thought: "This situation is a bit abnormal."