This email records all the past of Fu Zhiheng's "death".
Shang Jinzhou looked at it for a long time and dialed Lu Yuan's cell phone.
"Send someone now to see if Zhuang Huaizhou is still at Crescent Apartment."
Lu Yuandao: "Boss, I was about to tell you about this. Zhuang Huaizhou has moved away. I checked his flight information and found that he went to country m."
Shang Jinzhou's eyebrows sank and he looked solemn, "No matter what method you use, you immediately send people abroad to look for him. We must find him. He is in a very dangerous situation now."
Looking back on the conversation between the two that day, he had actually noticed Zhuang Huaizhou's determination to die.
No matter what, Zhuang Huaizhou must not die.
That day he took Xunxun to Bai Qi's psychological clinic. What Bai Qi said to him was vivid in his ears, like a hammer hitting his heart.
Bai Qi said that she has a slight tendency to be world-weary because of her experiences in her youth and recent encounters.
She said that because of Yan Louchuan, she gradually let go of the past, began to accept a new life, and actively faced the future life.
But now, Bai Qi said that deep down in her heart, she always believed that all those who were good to her would encounter misfortune.
In her subconscious, her attitude towards life is somewhat negative, not as positive and sunny as she appears on the surface.
As long as Fu Zhiheng lives, will she completely get out of the shadow of the past?
Early the next morning, Shang Jinzhou postponed the meeting and went to Yujun's residence first. After getting some Chinese medicine, he drove directly to Yenching University.
It was almost the end of the semester. In the classroom, the teacher was pacing back and forth and talking about the key points of the final exam, but his voice was blurred in Jiang Hexun's ears.
She sat on her seat, and in the cold winter weather, layers of sweat broke out on her back.
Although she managed to get a good night's sleep after taking sleeping pills last night, her coughing symptoms worsened a lot during the night, making her feel drowsy, and her stomach ached again and again.
Someone poked her arm lightly, and Fu Qingshi's voice rang in her ears: "Xunxun, your face looks very bad. After this class, I will ask for leave for you. You can go to the hospital for a checkup."
Liu Xiyu, who was sitting in front of her, turned around when she heard his words.
When she saw Jiang Hexun's face, she couldn't help but be startled.
Her face looked even uglier than when she first left the dormitory.
"Xunxun, your face looks just like Sadako. Fu Qingshi is right. I will accompany you to the hospital after this class."
Jiang Hexun shook his head, "It's okay, I just have a little stomachache."
Liu Xiyu: "Where are you coming from?"
Jiang Hexun: "Not yet."
"Don't talk!"
The teacher raised his voice and patted the podium, "Jiang Hexun, answer this question."
Jiang Hexun stood up, his face turned pale, and the hand holding the textbook trembled slightly.
The teacher who didn't hear her answer for a long time was a little surprised, and then frowned slightly, "What's wrong?
this……"
Before the teacher finished speaking, Jiang Hexun felt his eyes go dark.
The moment she fell, she only heard a lot of exclamations coming from around her, and the next second she knew nothing.
Fu Qingshi supported the fallen man, looking flustered, "Xunxun?"
Shang Jinzhou, who came to the classroom to deliver medicine, happened to see this scene, and his heart suddenly tightened.
He strode into the classroom, put the medicine on the table, took Fu Qingshi's arms directly, and hurried out of the classroom.
Shang Jinzhou ran through several red lights along the way and finally arrived at the hospital within five minutes.