Han Fengling died of illness in a small village, it is true.

"She's gone! Shen Hanlin and Shen Changzhi also died, and the terrifying revenge plan went bankrupt. ”

As soon as he thought about this, Bai Lang was slightly relieved.

However, whether Yang Haoran is his biological son Lang Jie or not, only when this matter is confirmed, can he completely put his mind at ease.

Early in the morning of this day, Luo Dong called him.

"Yang Haoran has been confirmed not to be suspected of homicide, and he can be released this afternoon and return to freedom."

"Great! It was because of Shen Ye's strong assistance that there would be such a rapid result. ”

Bai Lang thought happily, he expected Yang Haoran to come back a moment earlier, but he didn't see Yang Haoran for a long time. In order to try to calm the messy mood as much as possible, he went to the lakeside as he had done in the past.

He caught a glimpse of Ke Jinliang and Han Ji's lovers leaning together on a chair on a small island in the middle of the lake. The sky was blue, the leaves rustled by the wind, the lake shone with a little silver, and the birds chirped among the leaves, and there was peace and tranquility everywhere.

The pair of young lovers seemed to be talking happily, Ke Jinliang was whispering in Han Ji's ear, Han Ji looked at Ke Jinliang shyly, and then smiled softly and cutely. Her face was rosy, and she was even more shy and lovely against the backdrop of the lake.

"Lovers who spend the good time of their youth are like in a poetic painting."

Seeing this scene, Bai Lang couldn't help but smile. Fearing to disturb the lovers, he exchanged heartfelt complaints, and quietly returned the way he came, and when he passed the gate, he went to the gardener's cottage, and asked outside:

"Has Yang Haoran arrived at the manor?"

"Arrived, a quarter of an hour ago."

"How's he doing?"

"He was very haggard and his face was very gloomy. It seems that he is physically and mentally sleepy, and he doesn't like to answer when he talks to him, and locks himself in the room alone. ”

Bai Lang walked to the room where Yang Haoran lived, the door of the room was locked, Bai Lang knocked on the door hard, but there was no movement inside.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Lang went to the back of the room and knocked on the window, but there was still no movement.

Bai Lang couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, and at this time, a gunshot rang out from the room.

Bai Lang screamed, immediately smashed the glass on the window, opened the window, turned over and jumped into the room, the curtain was tightly covered, and the light inside was very dim. Bai Lang immediately pulled the curtain open, only to see Yang Haoran lying on the ground, with a handkerchief around his neck, blood soaked through the handkerchief, and a pistol thrown on the ground.

Shirarou immediately picked him up and pressed his ear to his heart, fortunately, it was still beating.

This scene indicated that he was about to end his life, but fortunately the bullet was deflected, and the critical part was not injured, not very serious, but the person was unconscious.

Bai Lang very quickly tied his wound for him and brought him to his senses.

Yang Haoran stared at Bai Lang, as if he was about to say something, his trembling lips moved slightly. It wasn't long before his eyes closed and he groaned in pain.

Bai Lang stared at Yang Haoran's gray face.

"Stupid! Why do you want to end your life by yourself? What is it that makes you unbearable that compels you to commit suicide? What are you going to tell me? Could it be that you have an unspeakable ?......?"

Bai Lang looked up suddenly, and saw the gardener and a few servants lying on the window and looking in, all of which were Bai Lang's subordinates.

"Remember, don't leak anything out of here!" Bai Lang's pen tip quickly wrote a short note:

Jiang Can:

Yang Haoran wants to commit suicide, I hope you come quickly, I don't want to send him to the hospital! I beg you to keep it a secret, take leave of absence, and come here as soon as possible.

After Shirarou sealed the envelope, he dispatched a driver to the hospital.

It didn't take long for the driver to pick up Jiang Can.

Shirarou was already waiting at the gate.

"Have you ever met Yang Haoran before?"

"Never seen before."

"Okay, you just pretend to be a nurse, he won't see through it, right?"

"No, it won't."

"He's going to treat you like an ordinary nurse, and you're going to take care of him in that capacity. I remind you to keep one thing in mind, don't think of him as the murderer of Shen Changzhi!"

"I remain suspicious of Yang Haoran until I have conclusive evidence that he is not the murderer, however, at the moment he is a wounded patient, I accept your plea to take care of him, I cannot abandon the duty of a nurse, as a highlander, our tradition will never allow us to poison a seriously injured patient, that is shameful."

"It's amazing!" Bai Lang secretly praised in his heart, as if Jiang Can also noticed it and smiled at him, like a white rose in full bloom.

Yang Haoran's injuries were relatively mild, and his recovery was also good, and Jiang Can's careful care was also indispensable.

That night, after Yang Haoran fell asleep, Jiang Can returned to the villa to rest.

The next morning, Shirarou was smoking a cigar in his bedroom while meditating. At this moment, Jiang Can gently walked into the bedroom and said to him:

"Someone looked for Yang Haoran last night."

"Who could that man be?" Shirarou took the cigar down.

"I didn't see the man's face, and I didn't know who it was. Late last night, I heard the door of Yeung Ho-ran's house shut, so I tiptoed closer to the hut and heard someone whispering in the room. Then there was footsteps coming towards the door, so I hurried away and went back to my room. ”

"Is the person looking for Yang Haoran a man or a woman?"

"I didn't hear clearly, my voice was very low."

Bai Lang began to meditate again, what did the mysterious visitor and Yang Haoran say? There must be a great hidden matter in it.

Bai Lang came to the hut where Yang Haoran lived. To his surprise, Yang Haoran, who was recuperating in bed yesterday, stood in front of the window at this time and looked at the green lake. His complexion was also much different from yesterday, he was refreshed, his whole body was full of healing, and there was a smile on his lips.

"Yang Haoran, why did you get off the bed? It doesn't matter, right?"

"Oh! Never mind. I'm almost recovered, I'm sorry to bother you. Yang Haoran's voice was like a bell, and Bai Lang looked at him in amazement.

At this moment, Jiang Can walked into the house, her eyes widened in surprise, and she said like a child while changing the sand cloth for him:

"Go back to bed and rest!"

Yang Haoran shook his head in refusal.

"It doesn't matter! Now I don't have much pain, thanks to your care, and as a thank you, I'm going to paint you a picture, my drawing skills are quite good!"

"You!" Jiang Can said helplessly.

Bai Lang thought to himself that in just one night's work, Yang Haoran became radiant, which probably had something to do with the mysterious visitor. Who is it?

Regarding the mysterious visitor, Yang Haoran kept silent.

The visitor was mysterious.