Unable to withstand the blow, Leng Juan swayed twice and fainted on the ground.
"Madam Wei! Madam Wei!" Two doctors were dispatched to try to save Leng Juan.
Wei Yangze's expression tightened, and he asked seriously, "How is the situation?"
Luo Chang sighed and said truthfully, "Mr. Wei, Wei Lai's heart has stopped beating. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he can't be saved. It looks like he's been poisoned."
Cen Zhidao said, "Has Zhang Fan arrived yet? I'm afraid only he has the ability to save people right now."
Jian Sheng'an scoffed, "Dr. Cen, Zhang Fan kept saying that Young Master Wei would wake up, but now his heart has stopped beating and he still hasn't woken up. We can't count on him at all! He might be the one who poisoned him."
Luo Chang snapped, "Shut up! The matter isn't settled yet. If Zhang Fan can't handle it, I'm afraid..."
He didn't say the rest, but everyone knew that Wei Lai was beyond saving.
Everyone is equal in the face of illness; no matter how rich you are, you are powerless to help.
Sheng Jian'an's face flushed red as he was scolded: "Teacher, we stayed at the hospital all night, and no one else showed up. Zhang Fan prepared all the medicine. Who else could have tampered with it but Zhang Fan? I'm speaking out for justice!"
Wei Yangze closed his eyes and clenched his fist at his side: "Stop torturing Wei Lai."
The butler advised, "Master, but what about Madam...?"
Wei Yangze: "Alright, Madam, I will personally speak to her. Don't torture Wei Lai anymore. Zhang Fan must be found."
His voice was choked with emotion, and his eyes were slightly red.
Cen Zhi: "Mr. Wei, why don't we investigate the matter thoroughly before we talk about it?"
He had a gut feeling that Zhang Fan couldn't possibly have poisoned him.
Sheng Jian'an muttered, but his voice was just loud enough for Wei Yangze to hear: "Zhang Fanfu has been in charge of the treatment these past few days. Who else could it be but him?"
Wei Yangze's lips were pressed into a tight line, and he didn't speak, his eyes filled with anger.
You, Zhang Fan, dared to poison Wei Lai? Do you really think the Wei family is easy to mess with?
The butler's eyes instantly turned sinister, and he coldly ordered, "Bring Zhang Fan here!"
Zhang Fan happened to walk over, and the butler sneered, "You dare to come here? Take him down."
Upon hearing this, several bodyguards quickly surrounded them. They were all tall and strong, with fists as big as sandbags.
Zhang Fan smirked, his eyes filled with cold disdain. As the first bodyguard threw a punch, Zhang Fan also threw one.
The two fists collided violently in mid-air.
At that moment, the bodyguard felt as if he had punched an iron fist. A "crack" sounded as bones shattered, and the bodyguard's finger bone broke.
Before he could even scream in terror, his body flew backward, arcing through the air before crashing into the hospital corridor's bulletin board with a loud bang. The bulletin board shattered into several large pieces as it hit the ground.
The bodyguards behind were startled; this was too fierce!
Before they could react and launch an attack, Zhang Fan flashed forward and launched his own attack.
His attacks were swift, accurate, and ruthless; he even used common military boxing techniques, leaving the bodyguards utterly defenseless.
"Knock knock knock..."
The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground echoed through the hospital corridor. The bodyguards were on the ground, clutching their sore spots and screaming in pain. The scene was chaotic and gruesome.
Luo Chang and Cen Zhi, who were in the ward, and Ji Zhi, who had rushed to the hospital, were filled with excitement when they saw this scene.
So handsome!
He's so handsome!
He's just like the sages portrayed on TV.
Wei Yangze's gaze towards Zhang Fan deepened.
I never expected Zhang Fan to be such a good fighter.
In his mind, doctors were generally quite refined, especially those practicing traditional Chinese medicine, who were often described as gentle and delicate.
Zhang Fan is such a skilled fighter; he's definitely not just a simple practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.
Combined with the fact that Wei Lai was poisoned, he became even more convinced that Zhang Fan was behind it.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, his gaze bloodshot: "You poisoned my son! You killed him! You must pay with your life!"
Zhang Fan ignored him. Overwhelmed by anger, Wei Yangze lost his composure and threw a punch at Zhang Fan.
The butler was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Zhang Fan was so ruthless; he had just broken the bodyguard's finger bone. He would definitely not let Mr. Wei off this time.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan nimbly dodged Wei Yangze's fist, flashed behind him, and delivered a chop to his neck. Wei Yangze closed his eyes and immediately passed out.
Zhang Fan carefully placed Wei Yangze on the ground, and then heard the butler's shrill scream: "Murder...murder!"
As he spoke, he turned and ran. Zhang Fan quickly stepped forward, grabbed his neck, and said in an icy voice, "If you delay any longer, your young master will be beyond saving."
The butler dared not move, frozen in place like a wooden puppet, his voice trembling as he asked, "Can you really save the young master?"
Zhang Fan ignored him and walked straight into the ward.
The doctors were so frightened that they quickly made way for him, while Sheng Jian'an hid in a corner, glaring at Zhang Fan with eyes full of hatred.
Cen Zhi quickly said, "Young friend Zhang, come and take a look. This poison is very strange. It seems to be alive. Every time I try to force it out, it immediately changes its location."
Zhang Fan glanced at him; the spiritual energy he had channeled to Wei Lai to protect his heart was still there, and the man hadn't completely died yet.
He immediately took Wei Lai's pulse, his expression grave, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
Sheng Jian'an kept his eyes fixed on Zhang Fan, looking tense. When he heard Zhang Fan say "hopeless," he couldn't help but laugh out loud. But when the doctor next to him gave him a disgusted look, he immediately composed himself.
Luo Chang's expression turned serious: "It's over, now you're a prime suspect."
Cen Zhi said with a regretful expression, "Although it is a symptom of poisoning, I can't tell what kind of poison it is. How can you clear your name, young friend Zhang?"
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