I watched the doctor say a few words of advice to Jiang Yao and then leave.
She gritted her teeth, turned her head, and looked at Qiao Nian not far away with unwilling eyes.
…
Qiao Nian still spoke to Jiang Li in a calm manner, and briefly talked about Jiang Zongnan's subsequent issue of finding a doctor.
Jiang Li didn't mind anything she said.
Qiao Nian roughly arranged for a doctor.
I was just about to tell Jiang Zongjim to go out and talk.
She also wanted to know what exactly happened this time.
Just then, Qiao Nian's cell phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from the Beijing City Sanatorium.
Qiao Nian couldn't help but frown, half-squinted his eyes, put the phone to his ear, and said politely: "Hello."
There was almost a cacophony of running sounds and the sound of an ambulance on the other end of the phone. It was very noisy and lively.
Then she heard the person on the other end of the phone call saying to her breathlessly, "Ms. Qiao? Mr. Jiang is dying!"
Qiao Nian suddenly tightened her grip, her hand knotted as she held the phone. Everyone in the corridor heard her bone-chilling voice: "What did you say?"
Jiang Yao, Jiang Zongjin, and Jiang Li all looked at her.
Even Qin Si and Zhang Yang, who were chatting not far away, looked in her direction.
Qiao Nian, however, seemed not to notice it, walked to the side with his phone, and asked in a very low voice, "What's going on?"
Mr. Jiang has been in much better health recently, and his insomnia has improved a lot.
Not long ago, I happily told her that I would move out of the nursing home and return home in a while.
How could he be so fine? Qiao Nian's fingertips were slightly cold, and there was a storm in her eyes. Her dark eyes were thick, as if there was a ferocious beast hidden in them that could pounce at any time.
"What's going on?" she asked again.
This time Qiao Nian's voice sounded calmer.
But the calmer it is, the more it represents the turbulent waves hidden underneath.
The person on the other end of the phone finally found a chance to answer her, and said stutteringly: "Someone sent a courier to the nursing home this morning, and it was written on it that it was for Mr. Jiang. We thought it was an ordinary courier and gave it to Mr. Jiang."
"Who knew there was a finger inside, and they said... it was Miss Jiang's finger. Mr. Jiang couldn't stand the shock, his blood pressure soared, and he fell down immediately."
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes tightly.
Jiang Zongnan had three ribs broken and was thrown in an abandoned factory, and then someone delivered a package to Mr. Jiang, which surprisingly contained a finger of Jiang Xianrou...
It’s obvious what the other party wants to do!
Those people just short of having the words "arrogant and domineering" written on their foreheads.
She never wanted to get involved in Jiang Xianrou's troubles. Jiang Xianrou was just greedy and caused trouble. Any punishment would be appropriate.
But those people shouldn't be so arrogant as to touch Mr. Jiang.
She didn't expect those people to be so bold. They knew that the old man was in poor health, but they still sent the express to him. It was obvious that they wanted to kill the old man.
court death!
There was no expression on Qiao Nian's face, but the perverse aura around her became even more intense. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, covering her eyes, and her voice was hoarse: "I'll be there right away."
Then she put away her phone, stood up, paused, and said to the people who saw her making the call, "The nursing home called and said that the old man is in a coma. I'm going out to pick him up."
(End of this chapter)