"Quickly call the head of the emergency room..."

Several doctors crowded into the ward, taking turns pressing on the chest.

Everyone looked very serious.

The heart monitor still showed only a line, with no sign of any echo.

A woman arrived with two children in tow, their cries echoing down the corridor.

They were still trying to save him in the ward, but everyone knew the chances were slim.

Huo Qizhen calmed down, but a vague feeling of unease crept into his heart.

He had his stomach pumped for heavy metal poisoning, so why is he still unconscious?

Moreover, if those sea fish really had excessive heavy metals, they wouldn't have left the port; the testing instruments would have detected it long ago.

"Time of death..."

Hearing the nurse's voice inside, Huo Qizhen felt a chill run down his spine.

Dead?

Please accept our deepest condolences to the family.

Doctors and nurses left the ward, leaving space for the family members.

The news spread quickly throughout the hospital.

In the emergency exit of the ward, the two people were hidden in the darkness.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

"Dead..."

Two voices, one calm and indifferent, the other trembling and shaking.

"Take the money and leave Fuzhou."

Li Bin was clutching a black plastic bag, his legs trembling and his lips pale.

He took two steps, then quickly ran outside.

As he walked out of the hospital, he saw several police cars parked at the entrance, and his pupils constricted slightly.

I didn't dare look any longer, turned to the back entrance of the hospital, hailed a taxi, and left.

"Not bad, this time we finally succeeded."

"The seafood market is like an iron barrel, and I'm going to break a piece of it too." Chen Niaoshu looked at the departing taxi, a cold smile appearing in her eyes.

Only the dead can shut their mouths.

The ship at the port was waiting for him...