Father Yi said in a deep voice: "I heard that this doctor used to be abroad, but during this year in China, he helped Mo Sinian's son cure asthma and developed asthma healing drugs. You should have heard of that.
Asthma drugs are now commercially available and priceless, and the valuation of the new pharmaceutical company founded in Mo Si year has increased countless times!"
Yi Xuewen looked at Yi's father: "Dad, are you thinking too much? That's asthma medicine, what does it have to do with me? Maybe the other party has been researching asthma medicine for a lifetime and finally found a cure. And, whether it works or not, who knows?
You know, maybe it’s just to expand propaganda and exaggerate the statement!”
But Yi's father shook his head resolutely: "It's not what you think. I have learned about this matter before I dare to tell you that. That doctor doesn't only study in this direction. I heard that he has also studied human cloning and asthma before.
The medicine was only studied a few years ago. More importantly, Mo Si Nian had a friend who had a broken leg and was lame all his life. As a result, this doctor developed an artificial bone. This artificial bone was mixed with nutrient solution.
It can regenerate muscles, and finally perform surgery to reattach the amputated limb, do you understand?"
Yi Xuewen's face had become ugly.
He clenched his fists tightly, feeling vaguely regretful.
Father Yi continued: "These studies are no longer medical technologies that we can imagine. Mo Sinian has kept this secret very tightly. This is something I only confirmed after asking repeatedly in private. I am sure that this
If the doctor works hard to overcome it, he will definitely cure your disease! However, this kind of research is the most expensive. That’s why dad asks Jingren for so much money. Dad really doesn’t regard you as a bargaining chip. You
…”
As a result, Yi Xuewen suddenly punched the table: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Father Yi was stunned: "Xuewen, you..."
Yi Xuewen looked up, his eyes red: "Jing Keke... is dead!"
Father Yi's expression changed drastically: "What did you say?"
Yi Xuewen closed his eyes: "I said, Jing Keke is dead! She is dead, don't you understand? You don't explain to me that Jing Ren's appearance and the words you said just accelerated her death.
That’s it, you knew I had misunderstood, why didn’t you tell me earlier!”
Yi Xuewen's expression was a little angry and ferocious. He once again saw hope in his life, but he killed someone!
He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die!
Father Yi is an old fox after all. Even after hearing such shocking news, he did not panic, but his face looked ugly.
After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "Where is the body?"
Yi Xuewen covered his head in pain: "In the basement!"
Father Yi's eyes flashed: "Don't panic, no one can prove that Jing Keke is in our house, right?"
When Yi Xuewen heard this, he suddenly looked up at Yi's father: "But, didn't you tell Jingren..."
Father Yi disagreed: "What evidence does he have to prove that Jing Keke is with us? Huh? Since there is no evidence, then it is natural that whatever we say is what we say. In this way, you don't have to worry about this anymore. I won't let it happen."
You are involved in this matter. When this matter is over, I will find a way to find a doctor and spend money to study this disease. As long as I can find a cure, Dad will never give up on you!"
Yi Xuewen had a rare expression of pain and regret: "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm useless, I always cause you trouble, I shouldn't be so impulsive!"
Father Yi sighed helplessly: "That's it for now. Don't say anything else. As long as you are obedient in the future, Dad will take care of the rest!"
That afternoon, the Yi family replaced several pieces of new furniture, and workers moved back and forth several times.
Yi Xuewen stayed at home obediently and didn't go anywhere for several days.
Three days later, Jing Ren returned to all his property and came to Yi's father with the property transfer agreement.
As a result, when he appeared at the door of Yi's house, he was blocked by the doorman again. The doorman said expressionlessly: "Mr. Jing, I'm sorry, you are not on the visitor list and can't go in!"
Jingren's face changed slightly. He didn't know why, but he had a very bad feeling in his heart.
He dialed Yi's father's phone number, but no one answered the phone at all.
Jingren could only send a message.
"Mr. Yi, my property has been settled. Now all that remains is the property transfer agreement. As long as you sign the agreement, you can take over most of my property. I have already arrived at your door, but the guard will not let me
Go in, can you tell him?"
Not long after the message was sent, Jingren received a reply.
"Sorry, Mr. Yi, I don't know what you are talking about, what kind of property agreement? Did I agree to you that day? You may have misunderstood. What I meant at the time was that my son was in a bad mood. I hope you won't bother me again. Maybe
I said it more implicitly, but you didn't understand it, so let me say it again, we don't know where your daughter is, and my son is still a victim. I hope you won't disturb our family anymore, do you understand?"
As soon as Jingren received the news, he had a very bad feeling.
As a result, before he could send another message to Yi's father, his cell phone rang.
Jingren felt uneasy, wondering what the Yi family was doing, and whether they thought he didn't give enough, so he answered the phone.
A sympathetic male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Jing Renjing?"
Jingren was stunned for a moment: "I am, what's wrong?"
The other party paused and continued: "This is the Baohua Road Police Station in Lancheng. An unknown female body was found. According to the investigation, we confirmed that the other party's identity should be your daughter Jing Keke. I hope you can come to the police station to claim it as soon as possible.
Corpse, please have your condolences!"
After what he said on the other end of the phone, Jingren felt his head was buzzing, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "What? What are you talking about? Say it again, what do you mean that the unknown female corpse is my daughter? Don't talk nonsense,
My daughter...my daughter is obviously fine, but isn't she..."
Jingren seemed to suddenly understand Yi's father's sudden change of attitude. He turned to the phone and suddenly made a sad and angry voice: "Ah ----- my coco..."
The police officer on the other side of the phone could also understand Jing Ren's mood. He said helplessly: "Mr. Jing, I have notified you of the news. Please come over as soon as possible. According to the autopsy report, Jing Keke has been dead for more than three days and can no longer be stored."
Yes, please hurry up!"
After repeated urging, the police officer hung up the phone.
Jingren held the phone tightly and glanced at the Yi family villa with red eyes before turning and leaving.
By the way, just when Jingren was rushing to Baohua Road Police Station, Jing Xiangdong happened to come to Lancheng to look at a house.
Ran Le has already completed the surgery. Tan Xingzhi said that the surgery was good and she can just wait for the recovery later. Ran Le has not walked for many years. For her, the most difficult thing is probably rehabilitation.
Jing Xiangdong is also mentally prepared for this. He knows that this will be difficult, but for Ran Le, the biggest hope is to stand up, and I believe she will not give in easily.
Lin Xi and Jing Duoduo are still in Mingcheng, and Jing Xiangdong is only here temporarily.
As a result, not long after he arrived, he learned about Jing Keke's death. After much hesitation, he drove over.