"Zhao Shuang!"
Last time, when Zhao Shuang was thrown out by Ji Zhi, he even leaked the news to his creditors.
Later, all I heard was that Zhao Shuang was beaten up and then disappeared.
Unexpectedly, he was lying in wait near the Zhao family's residence, plotting revenge.
It seems that Zhao Lin and his wife haven't left the house for the past few days, and Zhao Shuang didn't have a chance. Now that Zhang Fan has appeared, she wants to run him over.
Although Zhao Shuang was heading towards Zhang Fan, if Zhang Fan hadn't taken her away from the scene, she would already be a dead body under the car.
"Thank you," Chen Yao said sincerely.
"It's alright, I'll go see Zhao Lin first." Zhang Fan jumped out of the car with Chen Yao.
Ji Zhi's eyes sparkled with admiration as he quickly agreed, "I'll handle this."
Zhang Fan, carrying Chen Yao, moved so lightly; it was as if he were a god.
"Let's go." Zhang Fan's voice was deep and magnetic.
Chen Yao's heart raced again, like a fawn leaping wildly in his chest.
The pressure on her waist disappeared, and the cold pine scent belonging to Zhang Fan gradually faded. Only then did Chen Yao realize that Zhang Fan had been holding her waist the whole time.
The two who were once so close suddenly drifted apart, and Chen Yao felt a momentary sense of loss.
Chen Yao was a professional secretary, and she quickly adjusted her mindset, leading the way and explaining the situation as she walked.
"When Boss Zhao first coughed up blood, his wife immediately called for a miracle doctor."
"As soon as the call ended, the boss vomited black blood and fainted, it seemed..."
She frowned, her lips pressed into a straight line. Although she didn't say the rest, Zhang Fan knew that Zhao Lin's condition was very bad.
It's the same bedroom, only the person who's awake and the person who's lying down have switched places.
Upon seeing Zhang Fan, Sun Yan looked at him with pleading eyes: "Dr. Zhang, please, please save Old Zhao."
Zhao Lin's face was ashen, his eyelids were swollen like walnuts, his lips were as black as ink, and he could barely breathe.
Zhang Fan took the pulse and said honestly, "The poison has entered the internal organs and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even if you take the antidote, it won't work."
"Please, please save him!"
Sun Yan burst into tears, sobbing as she knelt down. Zhang Fan quickly caught her, his large hand holding her small one.
He takes people's money to solve their problems, and when emotions are involved, it can be quite costly.
Sun Yan wiped away her tears, looking at Zhao Lin with deep reluctance in her eyes.
Zhang Fan: "There's still a chance."
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