When the door opened, she saw Qin Ning neatly dressed and lying on the bed, her eyes closed and motionless, and she was holding a piece of paper in her hand.
"Ning'er!"
Qin Baisong's eyes were red and he rushed over with a cry of urgency.
Cut the pulse.
There is no longer any pulse.
Qin Ning... is dead!
"Ning'er!"
Qin Bosong screamed miserably, but could not wake Qin Ning up.
He picked up the paper in Qin Ning's hand, it was a suicide note...
There was only one simple sentence in the suicide note:
"Grandpa, if I die, I don't think Mr. Longshou and the Wenren family will do anything to the Qin family anymore, right? Tell Brother Lin for me, I'm sorry, I love him very much..."
There are drops of tears on the suicide note, like a cuckoo weeping blood...
Seeing these words, Qin Baisong burst into tears and sat on his knees on the ground, crying like a child.
He never thought that Qin Ning would be so strong and would end everything in this way...
Qin Baisong regretted his death.
"Qin Baisong, are you there? When are we going to Nanpai!"
At this time, Lin Yang's shouts came from outside the house.
"Teacher, I'm here..." Qin Bosong shouted hoarsely, almost hoarse.
Lin Yang, who was outside the room, felt his heart freeze, and immediately rushed in. When he saw Qin Ning, who was lifeless on the bed, his expression immediately changed.
He rushed over and hurriedly put his hand against Qin Ning's neck. After a moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a silver needle from Qin Ning's neck.
That silver needle...is covered in poison!
"She committed suicide!"
Lin Yang turned his head and stared at Qin Baisong coldly, asking coldly: "Qin Baisong, what happened, why did Qin Ning commit suicide?"
Qin Baisong burst into tears and told everything about last night.
"What did you say?"
Lin Yang's pupils swelled, his breath froze, his fists were tightly clenched, and his eyes were extremely blood red.
After a moment, he smiled, his smile was extremely sad and desolate...
Qin Baisong had never seen Lin Yang smile like this.
His expression... is too ferocious...
"It seems that I was wrong. I have always been wrong. I shouldn't hide anything. Maybe my mother's decision... was not correct..."
"teacher..."
"She has been dead for about five hours. Qin Baisong, hurry up and prepare silver needles for me! Get as many as you can, hurry up!" Lin Yang suddenly turned his head and stared at him with bloody eyes.
"What do you want a silver needle for?" Qin Baisong was stunned.
"Just go!"
Lin Yang growled.
Qin Bosong did not dare to hesitate and ran out immediately.
Lin Yang immediately took off the silver needle from his body, raised Qin Ning's pale arm, and inserted it one needle at a time...
After a while, Qin Bosong walked in holding a large number of needle bags.
Qin Baisong was stunned when he saw Lin Yang giving Qin Ning acupuncture.
"Teacher, Ning'er... can she be saved?"
"Have you ever heard of Shennong's Needle Jue?" Lin Yang said ferociously.
"Shennong's Needle Technique? Isn't that a rumor?" Qin Baisong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his breath tightened: "Teacher, are you..."
"Go out and let me try." Lin Yang shouted.
Qin Baisong immediately turned around and ran out, closing the door instantly.
