After agreeing, she imdiately called out toward the door, "Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang, hurry and call Doctor Zhang."
While shouting, she simultaneously dialed for an ambulance.
There were sounds of panicked, hurried footsteps coming from below.
"Hello, this is Hai City Ergency..."
The response from the ergency center ca through the phone receiver as Ji Anning frantically said, "This is..."
As she reported the address, she turned to check on the old man’s condition.
"Chairman!"
"Grandpa..."
One after another, people ran past her, their figures frantic, their shouts tense.
It made her hair stand on end as she saw the old man, leaning back, already motionless, his face deathly pale.
"Hello... hello..."
On the phone, the ergency center was still waiting for her to report the address, their urgent voices of prompting brought her back to reality, as she stepped back and leaned against the wall, shaking her head blankly.
No... this wasn’t the outco she wanted; she did hate the old man, but she hadn’t intended for him to die.
Never had.
Endless fear spread within Ji Anning’s heart as she held her head in her hands, still shaking it desperately.
"Ji Anning, what exactly did you do to my grandfather?"
Ji Ruoqian suddenly rushed over, grabbing Ji Anning’s collar, and shouted her accusations while crying.
Ji Anning kept her head down, not looking at her, not responding.
"Call the police, arrest this murderer," Lin Yanqin dialed to report to the police directly.
Ji Anning kept her head down, taking their accusations and allowing them to vent their grief and anger.
No matter how loud the cries and shouts were on the other side.
"Miss Anning, what dicine did you give the chairman?"
Suddenly, Doctor Zhang, after having examined the old man once over, ca over to ask her, his tone containing a hint of suspicion and probing.
What did he an? Ji Anning lifted her head to look at Doctor Zhang. As Doctor Zhang’s scrutinizing gaze stayed on her, full of suspicion, she opened her mouth saying, "Just... just the dicine from the drawer."
Was there sothing wrong with that dicine?
Doctor Zhang asked further, "Did you give it to him when he was having difficulty breathing?"
Ji Anning nodded, "Yes, he pointed to that dicine himself, asking to take it."
Doctor Zhang frowned, his expression puzzled, "Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be; the chairman’s heart problems have beco much more serious over the past two years, but under normal circumstances, the dication should have been effective."
Hearing this, Lin Yanqin, who had just finished calling the police, pointed at Ji Anning, convinced that the old man’s death was her doing: "What more is there to say? It was this malicious woman who killed the old man."
As she spoke, she turned again, crying out to Ji Zhengdao, "Dad, oh dad, what kind of sins did you commit, to bring such a calamity into our ho?"
One crying outburst after another felt like they were hamring at Ji Anning’s heart. She restrained her nervousness and looked at Doctor Zhang, saying, "Doctor Zhang, the dicine I gave grandpa was from the bottle."
Doctor Zhang pursed his lips tightly and lowered his eyes in silent mourning, not responding to Ji Anning.
"Grandpa, grandpa."
Just then, Ji Jingfeng returned. Upon entering, he rushed to the old man’s side, kneeling on the floor, holding the old man’s hand and weeping.
Seeing this, Lin Yanqin imdiately realized sothing. Her gaze swept around the room, and she asked with a frown, "Where is Chicheng? Did anyone notify him?"
It struck her that today the old man had just handed over the position to Ji Jingfeng, and now, with the old man gone, was there still a place for her and the three won of the big room in this family?
Now, the only one who could oppose Ji Jingfeng was Ji Chicheng, who held thirty percent of the J.C shares.
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