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Chapter 134

Chapter 134

"That's not the case! Listen to my explanation! You can't arrest me!" Mu Zhining collapsed and shouted.

JC cut her arms behind her back and fastened the handcuffs neatly: "If it's you, I'll find out if you go to the station."

The reporters were already stunned from ear to ear, and the cameras in their hands turned into decorations. All reporters and onlookers were shocked by this sudden reversal.

Who is lying? It’s clear from JC’s words.

A bunch of flash cameras were aimed at the embarrassment on Mu Zhining's face, and the shutter clicked.

"It's her shamelessness! I knew she had no good intentions from the moment she came back!" Yun Mei accused her excitedly, not forgetting to step on her.

Mu Jiande was also extremely angry. He picked up the microphone on the stage and announced loudly.

"This kind of scum has appeared in our Mu family, and everyone is laughing at it. I, Mu, will not tolerate this kind of scum in the family. I solemnly announce to the public that from today on, I will cancel Mu Zhining's identity as the heir of the Mu family, and I will be with you."

She has permanently severed the relationship between father and daughter, and she is no longer a member of my Mu family!"

Even her father, the only blood relative in the world, chose to abandon her.

Mu Zhining's original expression of despair and crying gradually turned into wanton laughter.

The laughter sounded a little breathtaking.

Under the attention of everyone, she was forcibly dragged into the police car.

...

In the Mu family villa, Liu Nian slowly opened his eyes, squinted at the sunlight coming in from the window, and spent a long time sitting up with difficulty.

He had been seriously injured when he escaped last night. Mu Zhining placed him in a remote and separate servant's room. He couldn't resist the exhaustion and sleepiness, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

It was almost noon, and the other servants of the Mu family were all busy, and no one noticed that there were still people living in this long-abandoned servant's room.

Liu Nian crossed his arms and sat on the sofa, meditating.

Staying in the Mu family is not a long-term solution. He must find a new place as soon as possible, preferably leaving Fangcheng.

He didn't know what was happening outside, and he was still reluctant to leave Mu Zhining because he was stupidly thinking about it.

He sighed, lay back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in trance.

The door creaked open.

He raised his head, looked towards the door, and saw that a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask came in.

He seemed to have heard Mu Zhining say last night that he would help him find a doctor for treatment, but he didn't pay attention at first.

I didn't expect Mu Zhining to be so interested in him.

He was very moved, so he sat up and asked politely: "Is this the doctor Miss Mu called for? Please sit down."

"Yes, it's me."

The man dressed as a doctor pushed up his glasses and lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Liunian took off his guard and nodded politely.

"Yes. Since I have received Miss Mu's money, of course I should help her do these things."

After the doctor performed a simple examination on him, he took out a syringe.

"What kind of medicine is this injection? Don't you need to prescribe other medicines?"

Liu Nian frowned slightly, but still stretched out his arm.

"This is medicine to aid recovery. Give this injection first, and I will take care of what to do next." The doctor picked up a piece of cotton with tweezers, dipped it in iodine, and wiped it on the injection site.

Liu Nian looked at his unskilled movements and became more and more suspicious.

Although he was seriously injured, there were all skin wounds on his body. He just had to be disinfected and treated to stop the bleeding, and some medicine could be taken internally.

When he was Feng Yunian's assistant before, he had also treated seriously injured people, and there was no need for such complicated treatment as injecting drugs.

The moment the syringe needle was about to pierce into his skin.

He flipped his wrist, held the doctor's hand with his backhand, pushed him away, and shouted angrily: "You are not a doctor! Who are you?!"


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