Zheng Qian was suddenly shocked, and a terrifying conjecture slowly sprouted in his heart.

"Are you two sure to put the Broken Gut Pill in the flamboyant dinner?" Zheng Qian turned around and grabbed a person's shoulder, and said with an anxious expression.

"Master, don't worry, I personally put the Broken Gut Pill into the flamboyant millet porridge, and then watched the little nurse get on the elevator. The subordinate who was caught by Zheng Qian saw the reaction of the master, and his scalp tingled with fright.

"Have you ever seen Zhang Yang drink that bowl of millet porridge?" Zheng Qian continued to ask.

"No, no ......"

"Rubbish!" Zheng Qian was furious, kicked the two to the ground, and then shouted: "Go and call someone, take my son to do a check-up!"

Zheng Qian had already understood Zhang Yang's cunning, and he was really Zhang Yang would cheat him.

"Dad, aren't you worried that I will eat the Broken Intestine Pill?" Zheng Bufan laughed and comforted his father: "Don't worry, that little nurse has fed me half a bowl, nothing happens, Dad, you don't have to worry about ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Bufan's eyes suddenly bulged out, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and his skin was red.

"Son!" Zheng Qian immediately rushed to Zheng Bufan's side and checked his condition, and found that the symptoms were exactly the same as those of taking the Broken Intestine Pill.

"You two waste, go and call the doctor, if something happens to him, I want your life!" Zheng Qian shouted hoarsely at his two men.

"Yes!" Seeing the young master's pain, the two subordinates were also trembling with fright, and hurriedly rushed out to call the doctor.

"Ah, my stomach hurts me to death......" In less than a few seconds, Zheng Bufan broke out in a cold sweat, and his intestines were cut by a thousand scissors at the same time, and the pain was incomparable.

"Son, hold on, the doctor will come right away......"

"Ah!" Before Zheng Qian finished speaking, Zheng Bufan screamed hoarsely, the whites of his eyes rolled, his tongue spit out, and he swallowed......

After a while, Zhang Yang was in the ward.

"I said the system, but you told me what your purpose was for letting me drink mung bean soup, was it worried that such a beautiful woman was by my side, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the * in my heart, so I was specifically cooled down?" Zhang Yang thought about it, but he didn't know what the intention of the system was.

"You'll find out in a moment. The system smiled faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yang heard dense footsteps outside the ward.

"Zhang Yang, I want your life!" Zheng Qian rushed into Zhang Yang's hospital room with several bodyguards, holding a scalpel in his hand, and stabbed Zhang Yang desperately.

"Damn, what's wrong!" Zhang Yang was startled, and a carp sat up from the bed, and with a move to catch the white blade with his empty hand, he steadily restrained Zheng Gan's scalpel.

"This gentleman, I have no grievances with you, why do you fight me with a sword as soon as you meet!" Zhang Yang looked at the angry middle-aged man in front of him, his heart full of doubts.

"Zhang Yang, you bastard, dare to frame my son, I want you to pay for your life!" Zheng Qian had no way to exert his strength, so he let go of the scalpel, took a step back, and shouted, and the four tall bodyguards under him immediately rushed up.

"An Rou be careful!" Zhang Yang immediately pushed An Rou, who was at a loss in front of the bed, aside, and then blocked the opponent's oncoming punch with his left hand, and quickly punched the opponent in the stomach with his right hand, and the person was immediately sent flying more than a meter away.

Another person rushed up, his eyes were cold, and a roundabout kick smashed on the side of his face, and the man flew directly to the side, smashing over a thermos in the corner, and suddenly the thermos shattered, and the hot water splashed all over him, and he screamed at the heat.

The other two were about to rush up when suddenly the dean arrived at the scene with several security guards.

"Stop, I'm Dean Li Kaiyu, please calm down!" Dean Li of Donghai People's Hospital immediately stopped the emotional Zheng Qian and ordered his security guards to maintain order at the scene.

"Mr. Zheng?" Zhang Yang frowned, and said lightly: "Could it be that you are Zheng Qian, the father of Zheng Bufan? Hehe, there is really a son who must have a father, you two are just as arrogant and unreasonable!"

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, Zheng Gan became even more angry in his heart, and barked wildly: "Zhang Yang, you hurt my son and hurt his life, I want your life to pay for your life!"

"What, Zheng Bufan is dead?" Zhang Yang was really surprised when he heard the news.

"Zhang Yang, I'm going to kill you!" Zheng Qian was like a monster at the moment, but any father who lost his son probably reacted the same fiercely.

"Mr. Zheng. Zhang Yang looked at Zheng Qian, who was like a rabid dog in front of him, and said with a straight face: "Zheng Bufan is self-inflicted, the reason why he was injured like this is completely his own reason, and the police can testify." In addition, I don't know anything about Zheng Bufan's death, I haven't left this ward except for going to the toilet after being hospitalized, Xiaorou has always taken care of me, how can I want your son's life?"

Seeing that the situation was further deteriorating, Dean Li also hurriedly helped: "Mr. Zheng, don't worry, the hospital attaches great importance to this matter, we will definitely find out and give your son an explanation!"

The fugitive Zhou Qiang was poisoned in the hospital, and now Zheng Bufan was poisoned to death, and there were two murders during his tenure as president.

Zhang Yang's strength is strong, and the hospital has also dispatched people to the town, and Zheng Qian has nothing to do at the moment, and if he continues to make trouble, he may have to enter the game.

Taking two heavy breaths, Zheng Qian's fingers were raised, and he said viciously: "Zhang Yang, we are not done with this matter!"

With that, Zheng Qian shook Dean Li aside, and then left the ward quickly.

"Inexplicable!" Zhang Yang snorted coldly, then quickly turned around and ran to An Rou's side, and asked, "Xiao Rou, you're not injured, are you?"

An Rou shook her head slightly, looking a little frightened: "I'm fine." ”

"Dean, what's going on?" An Rou asked Dean Li, who had a solemn face at the door.

"It's none of your business!"

Dean Li unceremoniously gave An Rou a cold look, and turned around to leave, but was grabbed by Zhang Yang's shoulder: "Dean Li, just now Mr. Zheng was planning to kill me, don't you even think it's appropriate to give you an explanation?"

Seeing this, the surrounding security guards wanted to step forward to stop Zhang Yang, but they were stopped by Dean Li.

"Mr. Zheng's son, Zheng Bufan, was poisoned just now, and our initial guess is that someone poisoned his food. We wanted to conduct further tests on Zheng Bufan's body, but Mr. Zheng did not allow us to touch Zheng Bufan's body. ”