The originally quiet Dollinger Manor fell into complete chaos as a voice came out.
"Mr. Dollinger is dead!"
In a short period of time, the villas in Dollinger Manor were all lit up.
Then many people rushed out of the villa and gathered towards Dollinger's villa.
And before that, in his wooden villa.
Yang Haoran has already thoroughly checked Dollinger's body.
Qi Muge has been watching nervously, not daring to disturb him easily.
It wasn't until he saw Yang Haoran straightening up that he dared to approach him.
"Mr. Yang, how is my father's condition? Can he be cured?"
Yang Haoran frowned, and this look made Qimuge's heart tighten.
Nangong Lingjue also sighed at the side. It seemed that Dolinger's situation was indeed not optimistic.
Yang Haoran looked at Qimuge: "Your father is not sick, but poisoned, a very special synthetic toxin."
Several people's eyes instantly focused on Yang Haoran.
Qi Muge's body trembled, and he suddenly thought of something.
"Poisoned? Damn it!"
Yang Haoran ignored him and continued: "And this toxin was continuously injected into Mr. Dollinger's body.
The purpose is to maintain Mr. Dollinger's state of immortality.
Now it's completely mixed into the blood, so it's a little tricky."
Qi Muge's body was trembling, and he had already thought of the truth of the matter.
"Mr. Yang, now that you have seen the reason, can you cure my father?"
Yang Haoran paused and then nodded.
"There is no problem in curing him. Now it is a matter of choosing between two options. I may need to seek your opinion."
His Muge eyes were firmer than ever before.
If the facts he guessed are correct, then he will take revenge and will never let the murderer go!
"Mr. Yang, I choose to follow your advice and do my best to cooperate with you!"
At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside.
Then there was a knock on the door, and Qi Muge had to open the door first.
A servant stood at the door with a panicked look on his face, looking sad.
"Master Qimuge, the news just came that Mr. Dolinger has passed away.
Mr. Tengri is summoning all members of the Dolinger family to handle Mr. Dolinger’s funeral affairs!”
Qi Muge suddenly froze, and it was not the expression of grief.
Because he knew very well that his real father was lying on the hospital bed in the bedroom behind him.
So who is the one who died?
What the hell is going on?
A large number of speculations flashed through Qi Muge's mind, allowing him to come to an extremely outrageous truth!
It's his uncle, the sanctimonious Tengri!
Because of Yang Haoran's arrival, he felt a crisis.
So I decided to attack my father!
Even if he finds out that his father has disappeared, he can still find a way to fake the scene.
With Tengger's current dictatorship in the Dolinger family, no one would doubt him.
And Tengger's next move will definitely be to completely tear off his mask and declare his control over the Dolinger family!
If he goes now, not only will he not be of any use, he will even fall into Tengger's conspiracy!
At this moment, its wooden lattice suddenly matured.
Although the inference is not completely consistent with the truth, there is basically no big deviation.
"Master Qimuge, let's go there quickly, Mr. Tengger has already urged us!"
Qi Muge looked determined and clenched his fists.
"You go now to see Tengri and tell the others.
I fell into a coma due to excessive sadness and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
As for the specific hospital, you can't say clearly.
Then lock the villa door from the outside and everyone leave here temporarily."
The servant was completely stunned. Why did the young master Qimuge in front of him seem to have changed?
Moreover, when Mr. Dollinger passed away, as the eldest son, shouldn't Qimuge, in grief, rush over to deal with the funeral arrangements?
"Why are you still standing there? Do as I tell you, and remember to tell others not to let anyone know."
After finishing speaking, Qimuge took out his wallet from his body.
He took out a thick wad of banknotes and handed it to the servant.
"This is a reward for you, remember to do it well."
Although he was confused, the servant quickly retreated.
First of all, he did not dare to disobey Qi Muge's orders.
Furthermore, if you can get a benefit, no matter what the purpose of the wood grid is, what does that have to do with him?
Yang Haoran looked at the wooden grid meaningfully, with a playful look on his face.
I didn't expect that this family member really has some brains.
Although the handling method is a bit rough, it is definitely the right decision.
Qi Muge left and returned with a solemn expression, bending deeply towards Yang Haoran.
"Mr. Yang, I beg you to cure my father, otherwise my family and I will fall into a state of eternal disaster!"
Yang Haoran waved his hand: "Don't beg me in a hurry, I haven't finished what I just said.
There are two options to save your father. One is to remove the toxins from your father's blood step by step.
But the effect is slow, maybe twenty days.
The other thing is to do a whole-body blood transfusion for your father. In this case, I can ensure that your father wakes up no later than the day after tomorrow."
His Muge eyes were burning and his breathing was rapid.
He said without hesitation: "Then use the second option, now we have no time to wait!"
Yang Haoran frowned: "Listen to me, there is one biggest difficulty in the implementation of the second plan, and that is the need for enough adapted blood.
This is a very large amount and may be difficult to achieve!”
Not only was his Muge not depressed, but he looked excited.
"Mr. Yang, there is no need to worry about this at all.
Because a person of my father's level has already established his own blood bank.
With the adapted blood he currently has stored, there will be no problem even if the blood is changed twice.
I can arrange now to have the blood from the blood bank transported over!"
Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently.
I almost forgot, this Dollinger is a big dog owner.
Unexpectedly, he is also a big dog owner who is particularly afraid of death.
He actually established his own blood bank during normal times, which is really thoughtful.
Nangong Lingjue also looked surprised, and suddenly felt that as long as the problem could be solved with money, it was not a problem for the rich.
Yang Haoran nodded: "In that case, I will make a list right away.
You arrange for everyone to be transported here, remember to keep it secret and don’t let others find out.”
Qimuge nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, I will definitely find someone reliable to handle this matter."