“Mrs. Zhan…” Xu Lai’s sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Wanwan's sleepiness had been chased away by her crying. "What's wrong that you're crying like this?"

"He...He Yu is dead..."

"What?" Qiao Wanwan asked in disbelief. "What happened?"

“I don’t know. We were eating when he suddenly clutched his chest, like he had heart problems. I immediately called for an ambulance, but he died before it arrived. The doctors here said it was sudden death…” Xu Lai sobbed uncontrollably. “But he was always in good health, and he exercised every day. How could he suddenly die…”

“Given his condition, it’s highly likely he suffered a sudden heart attack, and sudden death is not impossible. It’s not that regular exercise will prevent sudden death,” Qiao Wanwan said. “If the autopsy results show that it was sudden death, then it’s highly likely to be true.”

"It is precisely because there was no autopsy that I have my doubts."

Why wasn't an autopsy performed?

"The police here said that because it was a natural death, an autopsy isn't allowed according to regulations," Xu Lai cried. "Mrs. Zhan, I really don't know what to do. You're the only one I can think of. Please help me find out the truth..."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to go over and smooth things over with the local police so that an autopsy can be performed."

“But I want to take him back to China; I don’t trust the people here.”

“Okay, I’ll have someone pick you up and transport the body back to China for an autopsy. It’s much more convenient in China than abroad.”

"Thank you, Madam Zhan..."