Wen Qiao asked him, "What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli took her hand, walked quickly out of the cemetery, got in the car, and told Lao Hu to drive down the mountain along the road in the cemetery.
"What's wrong with you? Who is that person who came to visit the grave?"
Fu Nanli said in a hoarse voice: "I suspect it's my father."
Old Hu was shocked. Why did the young master suddenly start talking nonsense? Was he still asleep
The car drove around and around along the winding mountain road until it reached the foot of the mountain, but no one was seen. This was the Fu family's territory, and if outsiders wanted to drive in, there would be guards at the foot of the mountain.
He hurried back to the mansion and called the security guard to check the surveillance. No cars went up the mountain today, which meant that he walked to the cemetery from another small entrance.
There are dozens of surveillance cameras of various sizes on the mountain. After the security guard checked, he found that none of them captured his figure. This shows that this person is very familiar with the distribution of surveillance cameras on the shallow lake side.
His father was introverted and sensitive and had few friends in his life. If it was really his good friend who came to visit the grave, he could have come in through the main gate at the foot of the mountain and there was no need to be so sneaky.
Maybe he was hiding somewhere and watching them while they were visiting the grave.
"It might really be him. When we went to Southeast Asia before, I saw someone who looked very similar to him."
Wen Qiao knew about this. "But if it was him, why didn't he show up? He never contacted you. Is his depression cured? If not, how could he have lived so many years without any problems? If he was cured, he shouldn't be overly sensitive."
Fu Nanli even revealed helplessness in his breath: "I'm worried that if he's alive, he won't have a good life outside."
Wen Qiao was infected by his emotions. Yes, his father was a young man from a wealthy family and had always been served by others. He was also an artist and had no other skills to make a living except playing the violin. If he was really alive, no one knew what kind of life he would lead.
"If he's still alive, he must be doing well. Don't worry. Let's look for him together."
Wen Qiao could only comfort him in this way.
At the He residence, Theresa put down the phone and said to the man who was smoking a cigar, "Sir, Fu Xianyuan sneaked out again today."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, it is his irregular awakening. The original CW-1 potion was indeed not very mature. After your improvement, the current CW-7 is very mature. I want to know, this drug can make people forget their true nature. You want Wen Qiao to be your successor, why don't you just inject her with this drug?"
He Xihuai's brows were deep. "Wen Qiao's character is too determined. No medicine can work on her. I want her to be my successor willingly. I want her to become like me. The smarter a person is, the more rational they are, and the more likely they are to be attracted to their own kind. I think she and I are very similar in some ways. What do you think?"
Theresa quickly said yes.
He Xihuai laughed softly.
Regarding his father's matter, Fu Nanli mobilized more people to look for it, but there was no solution for the time being, so he could only continue to live a normal life.
Wen Qiao began to prepare to contact the fourth person. So far, the first three have been going smoothly, so she should be able to collect all the blood she needs before the deadline.
When she was looking at the information of four people, Su Ce came into her room and said, "The college student you recruited before joined Fenlin Pharmaceutical."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"You have a good eye. His research has made great progress recently in the field of hematopoietic stem cells. After a blood transfusion, a bone marrow transplant will be done. This means you don't have to ask others to donate bone marrow for you."
Donating blood is possible, but donating bone marrow is too difficult. It would be better if He Yang could figure it out.
Wen Qiao hadn't been to Fenlin Pharmaceutical for a while. She hired a professional to manage the business and was happy to be a hands-off boss. She didn't expect that a college student she casually recruited at the beginning would now become the key factor in solving her problem.
Wen Qiao took out the notebook and pointed at the information on it and said, "The fourth journey is about to begin."
(End of this chapter)