Shanshan was angry and laughed: "Do you think she is lying to you? You have no brain problems? You forgot that you and your fiancée, how did your cousin beat her? She was in the late stage of heart failure, and you still used it.
If the nails are nailed to the back of the head, can you survive even if you do this?"
Shanshan almost roared, and at the end, she suddenly burst into tears. Thinking that Wanwan was beaten like that before leaving this world, she felt so painful: "Ji Sihan, how could you be so cruel? Wanwan passed away in vain
I wrote a suicide note to you before..."
The angry and resentful crying from the other end of the phone made Ji Sihan's heart tighten uncontrollably.
He wanted to control his emotions, but found that he could not control it as easily as usual.
On the contrary, the more he controlled, the more he felt nervous, and he simply stopped caring about the panic spreading.
He pinched his phone tightly and asked coldly: "What's going on with nails on the back of his head?"
Shanshan thought he dared not act, and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "When Doctor Zhou rushed over, Wanwan's head was nailed to the nail. If she hadn't been nailed and unable to move, she wouldn't have lost too much blood.
It aggravates heart failure. All of these are done by your Ji family. You are still pretending to be stupid here. I really feel that it is not worth it for Wanwan!!!”
After Shanshan finished yelling, he hung up the phone and without saying a word, pulling Ji Sihan on the blacklist.
Ji Sihan Zhengzheng looked at the dark screen and was silent for a few minutes...
The tall and upright figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly shook for a moment, and it was a little unsupported and began to become weak.
He held the glass with one hand and barely stabilized his body, but what appeared in his mind was the scene of Shu Wan lying on the ground at that time.
It turned out that she was lying on the ground motionless, not because she was disappointed in him, but because she was slapped on the nail and couldn't move.
Thinking of her lying in the bathroom alone in despair, Ji Sihan's heart couldn't help but tighten...
The guilt that was so rapidly invading was like a stubborn vine growing tightly, wrapping him tightly, making him unable to breathe.
It's impossible. He had read her examination report. Her body had no other problems except for heart disease. How could she suddenly fail?
Was it because he hit her that she was so heartbroken that she deliberately joined these people to deceive him?
This must be the case. She has deceived him several times, and this time she must have deceived him!
He comforted himself like this, but the feeling of anxiety in his heart gradually magnified, making him unable to stop being afraid.
He forced himself to suppress the unrestrained pain in his heart, put down his cell phone, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Su Qing was worried about his president, so he didn't rush to leave and kept guarding outside the door.
After seeing him open the door, his whole body was trembling and he couldn't help but take a breath.
"Mr. Ji, what's wrong with you?"
Ji Sihan raised his blood-red eyes and ordered coldly: "Call Alan."
He wanted to ask Alan what happened in the late stage of heart failure, but his hands were trembling and he couldn't hold his phone firmly.
Su Qing quickly took out his cell phone and called back to Alan. The other side seemed to be waiting for his call and it was quickly connected.
"Hey, cousin, have you told Mr. Ji?"
Before Su Qing could reply, Ji Sihan spoke: "The report you gave me is clearly no problem except for congenital heart disease. Why did she suddenly become late in heart failure?"
Hearing Mr. Ji's questioning, Alan was a little scared: "When I asked Miss Shu whether she would tell you, but she didn't let me, I wanted to follow the patient's wishes and made a false report to you without authorization...
”
When Ji Sihan heard this, he suddenly became angry: "She doesn't let you tell me, don't you tell me? Who are you doing things for?!"
This was the first time Alan saw Ji Sihan getting so angry, and his voice gradually became weaker: "I originally wanted to tell you against the patient's wishes, but I asked you if you care about Miss Shu, you said...
”
Alan paused for a moment and admitted his mistake: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I thought you didn't care about her life and death, so I didn't tell you."
A deep sense of powerlessness hit his cold voice and felt a little despair: "Alan, it's fine if others don't know, don't you know either?"
Can he show concern? Can he tell everyone what he cares about?
cannot.
He used to take care of a childhood companion who tortured her to death, let alone the woman he wanted...
Unfortunately, he hid so well that even the people around him could not guess his thoughts. Can he blame them?
No, I can only blame himself, blame him for being imprisoned and unable to extricate himself...
He raised his trembling fingers and pressed Alan's phone. His scarlet eyes moved to Su Qing.
"Prepare a special plane."
He wanted to return home immediately and see her with his own eyes, otherwise he would never believe that she would die like this.