After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan regretted it

"Doctor Jiang, please come inside."

Lu Yan stopped Shen Ziyan and asked Jiang Hao to go into the room.

Jiang Hao nodded, ignored Shen Ziyan, and walked into the room.

Lu Yan did not stop Shen Ziyan this time, and Jin Zhixiong, Qinglong, Black Rose and Lao Hei said: "You can watch at the door, but you are not allowed to go in."

"Don't worry, Xiao Lu, let him treat Master Fu quickly." Lao Hei stopped and pointed at Jiang Hao and shouted.

"Boy, if you can't cure Master Fu's disease, see how I deal with you!" A middle-aged man nicknamed Scar Mania pointed at Jiang Hao and threatened Jiang Hao fiercely.

"Gee, he is just a little brother, why do you need to scare others?"

Black Rose was charming and flirtatious. She winked at Jiang Hao and smiled sweetly: "Little brother, don't be afraid. Just go ahead and treat Mr. Fu. Sister, I will protect you."

"Rose, don't you like macho men? Why do you like pretty boys now?" Lao Hei said with a smile.

"I can't do it for a change." Black Rose and Bai Laohei looked at each other with all kinds of charming gestures. The man really couldn't stand it.

"Okay, just calm down for a moment and don't disturb Dr. Jiang from treating Mr. Fu."

Wang Linhu immediately pressed his hands to everyone at the door. Lu Yan had already tied a golden thread on Master Fu, handed it to Jiang Hao who was sitting aside, and said: "Please."

Jiang Hao then tightened the golden thread, put his hand on it and began to diagnose the pulse. Suddenly he frowned slightly and raised his head to Lu Yan: "Are you sure you tied it to the patient's wrist? Not to the bedside wood?"

"Well, it's tied to Mr. Fu's wrist." Lu Yan said seriously.

Jiang Hao frowned, looked up at Lu Yan for a few seconds, put down the golden thread and shook his head: "It's like this, let's take care of his funeral affairs."

"What, what do you mean?" Jin Zhixiong and others who were guarding the door immediately shouted.

Shen Ziyan's smoky makeup expression was stunned, and she hurriedly rushed in and grabbed Jiang Hao's collar: "Tell me clearly, what happened to my grandfather?"

Jiang Hao grabbed Shen Ziyanyu's hand and opened it, saying expressionlessly: "The patient has no pulse, unless he has a gold thread tied to the bedside wood."

"So, Master Fu is dead?" Lao Hei stared and shouted in disbelief.

"What, Mr. Fu is dead..."

A group of people gathered outside immediately became agitated when they heard that Mr. Fu was dead.

"Doctor Jiang, are you kidding me? Let's make sure about this before we talk." Wang Linhu's expression changed drastically and he said seriously to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao turned to look at Wang Linhu and said seriously: "It's confirmed that the patient has no pulse. If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look."

"grandfather…"

Shen Ziyan immediately rushed towards the big bed, wanting to open the curtain and see for herself whether her grandfather was really dead.

"Miss, you can't look."

Lu Yan grabbed Shen Ziyan and shouted: "Master Fu said that even if he dies, he must not be seen dead."

"No, grandpa, this is not true..."

Shen Ziyan cried and tried to throw herself on the bed, but Lu Yan held her tightly.

Wang Linhu stood aside, Jin Zhixiong, Qinglong Black Rose at the door, and Old Hei Scar Kuang all had their expressions changing rapidly, from solemnity to suspicion to secret joy.

Jin Zhixiong turned his head and glared at Wang Linhu, saying: "Tiger, you found this boy. Now that Mr. Fu is dead, should he be responsible?"

"That's right, he was the one who put Master Fu to death. We can't let this kid leave." Lao Hei pointed at Jiang Hao, and everyone outside shouted.

Jiang Hao looked expressionless and glanced at Wang Linhu. In fact, he was full of doubts.

This patient's pulse was checked three times, each time different, and now the third time there was almost no pulse.

This confused Jiang Hao. He felt that these three pulses did not come from the same person, but seemed like three people with different pulses!

Ah Xiong, Lao Hei, we are all saddened by Fu Ye's death, but Fu Ye told him before his illness that even if he dies in the end, the doctor cannot be implicated. "Wang Linhu glared and shouted to Jin Zhixiong and the others.

"Tiger, from the beginning, it was you and Lu Yan who passed the message for Master Fu. This guy was also the person you found. Now I am very doubtful whether what you said is true? Even Master Fu's death, We don’t believe it.” Jin Zhixiong glared and questioned Wang Linhu and Lu Yan.

"That's right, we don't believe that Mr. Fu died like this."

Lao Hei and the others shouted, Qinglong looked violently and pointed at Lu Yan: "Pull open the curtain and let everyone see if the person on the bed is Mr. Fu."

"That's right, open the curtain quickly and let us take a look..." A group of people outside shouted.

Wang Linhu looked very ugly. He looked at each other and Lu Yan, then sighed and nodded: "Okay, if you want to see it, I'll let you see it. Lu Yan, open the curtain."

Shen Ziyan was supported by Tang Xin, and as Lu Yan passed by, he opened the curtain of the big bed, revealing the old man lying on the bed, with pale hair, pale and sallow complexion, and a peaceful face. He had lost his life and was lying quietly there.

"grandfather…"

Seeing this old man, Shen Ziyan rushed over, tears welling up. She couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe that it was really her grandfather.

"Master Fu, Master Fu really..."

Jin Zhixiong, Qinglong, Black Rose, Old Black Scar, and a group of people outside looked at the old man's body lying on the bed. Everyone had different expressions of excitement, and some people began to secretly rejoice in their hearts.

"Do you believe it now?"

Wang Linhu glared at Jin Zhixiong and the others, looked at the old man's body on the bed, and sighed: "Actually, Mr. Fu became ill in the first half of the year, but he didn't tell anyone. It wasn't until some time ago that he asked me to arrange for a doctor to treat He was seeing a doctor, but I didn’t expect him to leave in the end..."

"Master Fu, why did you leave like this..."

Zhongzhi Fuye and others began to wipe their eyes with tears. Shen Ziyan knelt in front of the bed and had already burst into tears. Tang Xin kept comforting her.

Everyone present looked sad, but Jiang Hao stood aside with an expressionless face. Looking at the old man lying on the bed, he saw a red line that was not very obvious on his pale arm, which made him raise his eyebrows slightly, thinking of something. …

Wang Linhu's face was full of sadness, he looked back at Jin Zhixiong, Qinglong Black Rose and others, and sighed: "The most important thing now is to prepare the funeral arrangements for Mr. Fu. I hope everyone will listen to my arrangements.

Mr. Fu's funeral is a big event. We must invite Mr. Fu's friends and the entire upper class of Yulin City to attend. We are going to hold a grand memorial service for Mr. Fu, so that he can..."

"Tiger, please wait."

Immediately, Jin Zhixiong raised his hand to interrupt Wang Linhu and snorted: "Master Fu's funeral arrangements, why should we listen to you? Can you represent Master Fu?"

Wang Linhu glared and turned to stare at Jin Zhixiong: "What do you mean? Is it possible to make us all listen to you?"

"Haha, shouldn't you listen to me?" Jin Zhixiong snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the people behind him...