62: Chapter 62: I Said I Want Him Dead!
62: Chapter 62: I Said I Want Him Dead!
She originally only had a few hundred thousand followers.
She used only modern dicine.
Most of what she knew was theoretical.
It was all learned from her mother’s dical notes.
At that ti, her live streams were held at nursing hos, treating the elderly for small ailnts such as colds.
Therefore, she didn’t have many followers.
But after today’s live stream, her followers had suddenly increased by millions!
And they continued to grow.
Her direct ssages were also flooded.
Taking advantage of the free ti while riding in the car, she opened her private ssages and began clarifying doubts.
After arriving ho in the evening, Yan Qianyi was painting in her room.
After leaving the nursing ho in the afternoon, she had visited many places but failed to find an Alchemy Furnace.
So items required for Ancient dical Technique didn’t exist in the interstellar age.
She could only draw the Alchemy Furnace herself and then have it custom-made.
Late at night, she put away the finalized drawings.
She changed into a black bodysuit she had bought that day and quietly left the bedroom.
In the quiet night, Yan Qianyi moved like a nimble black cat, light on her feet and soundless.
She successfully sneaked into Han Yarong and Yan Hong’s bedroom, beginning her search for suspicious dicine.
If she found evidence that Han Yarong had turned her into a vegetative state, she could drive the mother-daughter pair out of the Yan Family.
Even if her father still defended them, this evidence would be enough to prevent them from having a foothold in Yan Group.
However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Han Yarong wasn’t as foolish as she thought; no suspicious dicine was found in the room.
She even searched the guest room where Ruyi was sleeping, to no avail.
Nevertheless, there would be more opportunities in the future, and even without evidence, she had plenty of ways to deal with them!
After an unsuccessful search, Yan Qianyi left the Yan Family’s house.
Her delicate silhouette quickly disappeared into the night…
Central Hospital, VIP ward.
Mu Zicheng’s frustrated voice could be heard even in the hallway.
“Uncle Li!
Is that damn kid dead yet?
What exactly did you do?
I told you I wanted him dead!”
“Young master, don’t move carelessly,” Li De stood by the bed, trying to calm the restless Mu Zicheng.
Mu Zicheng’s right hand and left leg were plastered, and he lay in bed, immobile, his face animated with anger.
“Tell , what exactly did you do?” Mu Zicheng pressed.
“Young master, that man, we can’t afford to offend him.
As for the Yan Family…
don’t go there anymore.”
“What?!” Mu Zicheng beca agitated, trying to sit up.
The movent strained his wounds, making him gasp in pain, his face contorted.
“Uncle Li, what is that man’s identity?
Is he more powerful than my Mu Family?
I don’t believe it!”
“Young master, Uncle Li never lies to you,” Li De spoke earnestly, “I know you feel wronged today, but please listen to on this, don’t provoke him again.”
“What about my eight hundred million betrothal gift?”
“Leave it to to handle, you just focus on healing here, I’ll head back first.”
Mu Zicheng clenched his teeth and nodded.
Uncle Li’s words carried weight in the Mu Family, and he couldn’t openly defy Uncle Li.
But he was not about to let it go!
He had the artificial intelligence system call Li Kun.
“Kun, look up the identity and background of the man we encountered today.”
“Young master, my dad said to let this matter go.
Plus, I’m lying in the next ward over from you.”
“Do as I ask—why all the fuss?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll look into it!”
After shouting at Li Kun, Mu Zicheng felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He groaned a couple of tis and then drifted into a deep sleep.
As he snored, the window suddenly made a “click” sound.
A black silhouette flipped in from outside the window…
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