Five hours later, at 12:30 noon, the private Gulfstream arrived at the Capital International Airport.
As soon as they got off the plane, Tang Xili took Karl Shengen and others straight to the hospital.
Yong Zhixu returned to the old house to see Lin Suiying, whom he had not seen for many days.
Private hospital, fourth floor, outside the emergency room.
The doctor in surgical gown walked out of the emergency room, took off his mask, and issued another critical illness notice to An Minghe.
This is the seventh time.
"Mr. An, we have tried our best. Please be mentally prepared..."
An Minghe looked sad, his eyes were bloodshot, like a dead tree, and his whole body was filled with a decadent air.
He knew that this time there was no way to save the situation.
"I understand..." He leaned against the wall, his voice weak and feeble, as if it had been hit by frost.
The next second, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and An Minghe turned his head inadvertently to take a look.
Then he was stunned.
"Tangxi Pear?"
He looked closely and saw that it was really that little beast, and his eyes were instantly filled with overwhelming hatred.
This inhuman beast shows up in the hospital now. Does he want to see how the old man dies?
Bitch, he's going to kill her!
An Minghe was like a mad old beast. Without his disabled hands, he snatched the mop from the cleaning lady and rushed over.
Seeing a figure moving unsteadily from afar, Tang Xili thought she saw an old zombie coming out of its cage. When she got closer, she realized it was An Minghe, and she kicked him to the ground.
After kicking him, she stepped on his head with her custom-made six-centimeter silver high heels and crushed it like a cigarette butt, with great disdain.
"Where did this dog get in the way? How could you be so blind after someone died in your family?"
"Oh~" Her tone changed, and she yawned, "Yes, I almost forgot that someone died in your family. I wasn't paying attention, and another one died. If nothing unexpected happens, another one will die soon. Even cool novels don't dare to write like this, hahahaha..."
Listening to her infuriating words, An Minghe's face was distorted with hatred. He struggled under her shoes and roared: "Beast, I will kill you, kill you..."
The hysterical roar shook the entire corridor, but no one dared to step forward and meddle.
Seeing that he still dared to speak so arrogantly, Tang Xili used her foot to push hard and crushed him once again in an extremely insulting manner, leaving mottled blood marks on his skin.
"Old Dog An, if you want to kill me, then die first. Maybe you'll have a chance if you reincarnate again. Do you understand?"
After saying that, he stepped on him, walked past him, and headed towards the emergency room.
He didn't take it seriously at all. He was just a dying man.
Seeing that Tang Xili and his group had come with ill intentions, the doctor quickly blocked the door to the emergency room and said, "Who are you? You can't go in."
Tang Xili paused, her eyes cold, "I'm a family member of the patient, here to see him for the last time, please move aside."
The doctor was frightened by the murderous aura she exuded. He glanced at the bodyguards behind her, who all had murderous auras, and hesitated for a moment. "Let's transfer the patient to the ward."
He heard that there would be all kinds of disputes within wealthy families. This woman should be fighting for the family property, right?
The doctor did not want to cause trouble, so he immediately arranged for someone to move Mr. An, who was on his last breath and was hanging on to various instruments, to a single room.
As soon as they changed the location, Tang Xili's people took control of the single room.
She asked someone to find An Baoshan's cell phone, took An Baoshan's finger and entered the fingerprint to unlock it, asked Carl and Sheng'en to implant a tracking system, and began to look through his recent call records.
As they were searching, An Baoshan, who was in a deep coma, woke up without any warning.
He seemed to have recovered suddenly, his eyes were clear, and he could even take off his oxygen mask by himself.
He half-raised himself and stared at Tang Xili, "It's you."
Tang Xili raised her eyebrows. This is... a last gasp of life.
She gave Joanna a look.
Joanna immediately stuffed a pillow behind the old man to keep him alive, lest he die before Tang Xili could finish her question.
Tang Xili took his phone, held it in front of him, and asked him, "Which one is his number?"
Old Master An looked over weakly, and seeing the screen full of numbers sliding up and down, he suddenly smiled.
He looked at Tang Xili with a peaceful smile, "Without his number, you'll never find him."
Even when facing death, he was still so tight-lipped. Tang Xili was not annoyed. "Even if you don't tell me, I still have a way."
She started from the top of his call log and called the numbers that had no notes or whose identities were not very clear.
Old Master An just watched her fight, his face unmoved. "Don't waste your time. I told you, you'll never find him."
Tang Xili didn't say anything, but dialed the numbers one by one. She showed him each number and stared into his eyes.
People's subconscious reactions cannot be deceived.
Noticing that he remained calm, Tang Xili wondered if he had deleted it.
She called a few more times and found that none of the people on the other end were the ones she was looking for. Tang Xili continued to search and found a number that was not from mainland China and handed it to him to see.
Old Master An's pupils twitched, but within half a second, he concealed the strangeness and remained calm and silent.
But who is Tang Xili? Even the slightest change can't escape her eyes.
She glanced at the number and called back.
The moment she dialed the number, Mr. An's fingers curled up, his heart tightened, and he prayed that the other party would not answer the call.
However, things did not go as planned. This time, after a few beeps, the call was actually connected.
A mellow, slightly impatient voice came from the other end, speaking Chinese, "What?"
The voice was so familiar that even if it turned into ashes, it could be heard. Tang Xili's mouth curled up slowly. She looked back at Carl and Sheng'en, meaning that they should track it immediately.
Carl and Sheng'en looked at each other, and it was time to show their top hacking skills.
Looking at their actions, Mr. An vaguely guessed something, his face changed, and he opened his mouth to remind them, but Tang Xili took the lead and covered her mouth tightly with the quilt.
“…” He struggled with his hands and feet, but even though he used up all his strength, he still couldn’t make a sound.
I couldn't hear anyone talking on the other end of the phone, so I asked impatiently, but there was still no response, so I hung up.
Seeing the call was hung up, Tang Xili glanced at Karl and Sheng En, "How is it?"
Karl and Sheng En raised their eyes from their notebooks and said a little excitedly, "In Shatin, Hong Kong."
"Very good." Tang Xili loosened her hands that were covering Mr. An's body and pulled open the quilt.
"Hu..." Old Master An gasped for breath. He was already in the last moments of life, but because of this ordeal, he immediately breathed in less and exhaled more, and he stepped into the gates of hell.
"You beast..." He pointed at Tang Xili with a weak breath, "I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."
Tang Xili flicked her sleeves nonchalantly and said, "Then you can just be a ghost first."
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