Instead of pushing the equipment cart to a dedicated equipment storage room, they turned onto an unmanned fire escape route in the hospital.
A masked woman was there to meet them.
She also tucked a belt into her arms.
Jiang Ting lifted the cloth covering the body, and Fu Xunzhi was lying quietly inside.
The two men clumsily tied the child up.
The moment the last knot was tied, Jiang Ting regretted it.
This is Fu Siming's child...
If she were discovered, it wouldn't just be a crime; she was afraid...
She grabbed Fu Yao's hand, "How about we just forget about it? This is Fu..."
"Shut up!" she hissed at Jiang Ting.
"Don't worry about it, I'll handle the rest."
After saying that, he forcefully shook off Jiang Ting's hand.
As Jiang Ting watched her take the child away, her unease and fear grew stronger.
She pushed the things back, restyled her hair, and went back to her normal work.
Just then, Fu Siming finally made some progress.
The car that came out of the road leading to the villa in the southern suburbs has already been captured on other surveillance cameras.
Analysis of their movements revealed that they had been in the city proper.
He stood up from the leather chair.
I quickly dialed the number.
When Qi Ma heard the phone ring, she quickly answered, "Young Master."
"Has anyone gone to Haiyan? Is there any news?"
Qi's mother was already confused by the sudden appearance of the man in black, but she reacted quickly upon hearing his anxious voice.
"Young Master, Haiyan is fine. Madam took the young master to the hospital for a check-up. Since it was the last check-up scheduled by the doctor, it couldn't be done at home. The bodyguards went with him."
That last sentence still didn't put his mind at ease; a dangerous signal went off in his head.
The phone was smashed on the table, attracting everyone's attention.
Fu Siming, realizing what was happening, was about to call Song Xingyao.
The phone, which was lying face down on the table, rang first.
The office was silent, everyone was doing their own job but also keeping a close eye on Fu Siming's movements.
I swiped to answer the call, and a familiar female voice came through.
"Fu Siming, the child is with me!"
Fu Yao's voice was like a sharp knife, stabbing viciously into his chest.
He gripped the phone tightly, and the woman's voice, which sounded increasingly provocative, came through the other end one after another.
“Fu Siming, if you want to see him alive, come here yourself. You know my apartment.”
"Now! Don't waste a minute, or I don't know what I'll be doing!"
"It could be scratching his smooth face... or breaking his fingers... which step do you think we should start with?"
"Hahahahaha..."
The excessively harsh female voice rang out, and some people stopped what they were doing and looked at Fu Siming.
He smashed his phone against a window in the distance, the hard glass making a loud bang as it hit the glass.
The people in the office looked at each other in bewilderment...
Pei Jing was the first to react and immediately stood up to ask Fu Siming for his opinion.
He threw a whole table of pictures onto the floor.
After calming down, he instructed Pei Jing, "Have someone lie in wait outside Fu Yao's apartment. When you find an opportunity, kill her immediately."
The people in the office looked at each other, all shocked by the last two words.
This is the first time Fu Siming has ever said he wants to take someone's life...
But only for a second, Pei Jing quickly realized, "Do you need someone to follow you?"
"No need, she's really crazy. If you provoke her... I'll act according to the situation and find an opportunity to do it myself."
Her frosty expression and icy words sent chills down one's spine.
"Yes." Pei Jing replied and walked out of the office.
As Fu Siming sped along, his palms involuntarily began to sweat.
This damp and cold spring rain has been falling for many days. Pedestrians come and go, and as they put away their umbrellas and stepped into the hospital, the floor became slippery.
Even in a perpetually overcrowded hospital, the pure white environment exudes a unique, chilling atmosphere.
Song Xingyao thought it over and over. Nearly an hour and a half had passed, and all the examinations should be finished by now!
Could it be that the result was bad?
Just thinking about this possibility made her stand up immediately from the cold bench.
He knocked on the door of the examination room.
One, two, gradually becoming more rapid.
There was no one inside; there was no response.
Song Xingyao's confusion was tinged with unease.
Fortunately, the door opened easily with a simple twist of the handle.
She slowly walked into another cubicle in the office, calling out, "Doctor? Is the examination finished?"
The equipment inside the room was not being operated and was emitting a beeping notification sound.
The doctor, who should have been sitting in the operating chair, slipped and collapsed to the ground.
Song Xingyao rushed in, squatted down next to the doctor, and patted his face.
There was no reaction. Then he quickly looked around and circled the inspection table for a long time, but Fu Xunzhi was nowhere to be seen.
She finally realized what was happening, covered her mouth, and took half a step back.
The table behind him, which he had casually braced himself against, knocked over a cold, silver tray.
With a jarring clang, the medicine in the dish spilled onto the floor.
The red iodine stains on the ground were a shocking sight.
Hearing the commotion inside, the bodyguards in the corridor rushed in...
A stunned Song Xingyao, an unconscious doctor, and a scene of utter chaos...
He reacted quickly and grabbed Song Xingyao, who was already unable to stand.
Quickly issue commands into the headset.
Song Xingyao's hands began to tremble.
If it weren't for the bodyguards supporting her, she would have been sitting on the ground.
She hurriedly pulled her phone out of her pocket.
Nervous cold sweat and trembling hands involuntarily swiping on the phone.
But no matter what I did, I couldn't unlock the screen.
Finally unlocking her phone and turning on the screen, Song Xingyao's fingertips still unconsciously pressed the first name in her contacts, Fu Siming.
Even without speakerphone on, you could hear the ringing of a phone in a waiting room, indicating a call had been connected but not answered.
The deep, resonant symphony carried a hint of the eerie.
Then a mechanical female voice came through the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please..."
Song Xingyao's mind went blank.
At such an important moment, he didn't answer the phone. Was he with Fu Yao?
But she didn't have time to think about it now. She scrolled down her contacts and dialed Jiang Man's number.
As soon as the call connected, Jiang Man heard a sobbing voice.
The body, which was lying down, immediately sat up straight.
Before I could even say hello, the news exploded in my ears.
"Mom! She's gone!"
"Don't rush... tell me slowly, what happened?"
While comforting her, he called to the maid next to him to get the clothes hanging on the hanger for her.
They rushed out in a great hurry.
Fu Ting was sitting in the living room when he saw his wife run downstairs before she had even finished dressing.
He quickly stood up to greet them and instructed the driver to bring the car over.
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