Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

One noon in late April, Huo Mingzheng received an urgent call from Qin Heng.

"A Zheng, come to the hospital quickly, Huo Yuanshi is dying!"

When Huo Minzheng rushed over, Qin Heng and several other key doctors from the hospital were doing their best to rescue Huo Yuan.

His body, which had been maintaining its vital signs smoothly, suddenly experienced abnormalities, causing Huo Yuanshi to suffer cardiac arrest.

Huo Minzheng stood outside the door of the rescue room, his dark eyes a deep darkness.

After nearly two hours of rescue, Huo Yuanshi's heartbeat finally returned to its original state.

Qin Heng took off his mask and wiped his sweat, "If the antidote is no longer available, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long."

Huo Minzheng's eyes passed over Huo Yuanshi's pale face on the hospital bed, "Doctor Cheng only promised me that he would prepare the antidote, and we are running out of time, but you know, it is not that easy."

Of course Qin Heng knew this.

In today's medical field, no one is more proficient in the pharmacology of every medicine than Dr. Cheng. He is both the living Hua Tuo and the living Li Shizhen, and only he has the confidence to say that he can prepare the antidote.

He just said anxiously, "I hope the antidote can come out soon."

Huo Mingzheng stepped forward and looked inside from the window. Huo Yuanshi was lying on the hospital bed, and the surrounding instruments were back to normal.

He believed in Doctor Cheng because in Yanjing City, Doctor Cheng was under the protection of the Liang family and the Yu family. In other words, he was under the supervision of the Liang family and the Yu family. For so many years, the bodies of the Liang family and the Yu family had been damaged. They are all being taken care of.

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Huo Yuanshi's pale face, "I will pay you back what I owe you."

Finally, a week later, Dr. Cheng told Huo Mingzheng that the antidote was prepared.

Dr. Cheng said on the phone that he would personally deliver the antidote.

"After giving the patient the antidote, I still need to give him an acupuncture to stabilize his heart pulse."

Huo Mingzheng said: "Dr. Lao Cheng."

Without further ado, the Liang family sent Dr. Cheng a special plane to take him from Yanjing City to Nancheng that day.

After getting off the plane, Huo Minzheng had arranged a vehicle in advance, and Cao Fang personally picked him up.

"Do you want to take a rest first?" Cao Fang asked worriedly, seeing the old man's unhappy expression.

Doctor Cheng waved his hand, "It's important to save people."

In order to prepare the antidote, Dr. Cheng sacrificed a lot of rest time.

When they arrived at the hospital, before giving Huo Yuanshi the antidote, Dr. Cheng said to Huo Mingzheng: "He was poisoned in a large dose. This antidote can only ensure that he wakes up. As for his health, he may not be as good as before."

Fu Yan's eyes darkened.

Huo Minzheng held her hand tightly and said to Doctor Cheng: ""

Doctor Cheng sighed. He has been practicing medicine for many years and has encountered too many regrettable things. These are all inevitable.

Mother Lin gave Huo Yuanshi the antidote.

Doctor Cheng took out the silver needles and pierced Huo Yuanshi's forehead and the back of his hands.

When Dr. Cheng lifted up Huo Yuanshi's trousers, he saw how severely the muscles in his legs had atrophied. His eyes froze for a moment. When he inserted the acupuncture, he pressed his calf and found a needle hole on the inside of his calf.

He frowned and said, "Excuse me, is this person unable to walk?"

Huo Minzheng nodded, "What's wrong, Doctor Cheng?"

Dr. Cheng shook his head and sighed: "The doctor who gave him the acupuncture was not qualified enough. The acupuncture points on his legs that were used to relax and activate the muscles were all inserted at the wrong points. This would only be counterproductive and make the muscles atrophy more serious!"

Mother Lin, who had been taking care of Huo Yuan, said angrily: "It was a Chinese medicine doctor that Aji found from his hometown. He said he was very famous there. The eldest young master trusted Aji, so he agreed to let the doctor try it. He You really want to kill the young master!"

Fu Yan noticed that Huo Minzheng held her hand tightly. She raised her eyes to look at him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Huo Minzheng gave her a reassuring look, "It's okay."

That night, Huo Yuanshi woke up.

……

In a Swiss border town.

The blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged man snorted coldly, kicked his entourage, and cursed in fluent French: "What do I need from you!"

The bodyguards said bravely: "Mr. Simon, we will definitely find a way as soon as possible to let you leave Switzerland tonight."

"idiot!"

The man known as Mr. Simon unbuttoned his shirt irritably, "We have been wandering around this place for nearly a month!"

The entourage got up from the ground, "Mr. Simon, the people of the Romont family are really pushing too hard. We may show up under their noses at any time. For your safety, please be patient and wait for a few days. After that, they may relax their vigilance, and then we can leave Switzerland.”

The man sat back on the sofa, picked up a bottle of Centaur Black Pearl liquor in front of him, poured some into the glass, and was about to drink -

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang.

The mobile phones that he originally used frequently in public places have been discarded. These are his spare mobile phones for easy contact with people.

The ringtone at the moment was a dark blue mobile phone in the middle.

It was the man he often used to contact him called Aji.

Isn't he already dead?

Of course, this phone has also contacted other people.

Simon squinted his eyes and picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID, because the person contacting him never used a fixed number.

When the call was connected, he didn't rush to speak. He was wary of fraud. He waited for the other party to speak first.

"Mr. Simon." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking fluent French.

Simon's expression paused, and then a horrified expression appeared on his face, "You are?"

"Why can't Mr. Simon even recognize my voice?" The man chuckled in a low voice.

"How did you..." Simon was speechless.

"Mr. Simon, isn't it boring to stay in an abandoned building all day?"

"How do you know where I am?"

The man whispered: "Don't you want to leave Switzerland? I can help you."

His voice seemed to be able to confuse people, but Simon was not something that ordinary people could deceive. He warned: "Who are you, and why do you pretend to be the voice of a deceased person?"

He knows that there is a new type of fraud, which is to use AI to copy a person's voice and defraud his relatives and friends.

The man's tone remained the same, with a faint smile, "If you don't believe it, just go out the window and have a look. Do you see a white car parked downstairs with its lights flashing?"

Simon held up his mobile phone and strode towards the window.

This is an industrial building. The economy has been in recession in recent years, and the building has long been abandoned. No one usually comes here, so you can see what kind of cars will appear downstairs at a glance.

Simon stood by the window and looked down, and sure enough he saw a white car with its headlights on.

"you……"

Simon's entourage was following him, and suddenly he saw a red dot flash past his eyes.

He didn't have time to open his mouth, only to hear a whoosh, and a bullet shot through the broken window and hit Simon's forehead.

The tall man fell straight back to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust with a thud.

Simon's eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.