After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yanshen raised his eyelids and stared at me with his dark eyes.

I paused and narrowed my eyelids slightly. My sharp gaze was like nails, piercing his eyes.

"The man stepped on and crushed Makino's hands with his feet. He wanted to ruin his future and make his life worse than death! It was obviously a deliberate revenge!"

Thinking that Makino's hands were useless, my tone became more and more indignant and I clenched my hands tightly.

Fu Yanshen's face became darker and darker, his chest heaved, and his brows seemed to be stained with anger.

His Adam's apple rolled up and his thin lips parted slightly: "Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you think I ordered Fu Ren to hurt that kid?"

The man's tone was cold, as if showing strong anger and dissatisfaction.

"Makino won't lie to me, he has never met Fu Ren before!" I retorted to him in a deep voice.

I saw that his face became darker, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, his dark eyes stared at me, and his chest rose and fell even more.

I stared back at him.

The atmosphere in the ward became increasingly tense.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanshen snorted coldly, "If I really want to touch that kid, I will find someone to kill him directly."

"Don't bother me."

Finally, he added in a faint tone.

Kill Makino? He dares!

I gouged him out.

I also understand that he denied to me that he did not order Fu Ren to fight Makino.

It wasn't his order, it had something to do with that Fu Ren, and it must have happened because of me. Makino has no enmity with him!

I was about to speak when I heard Fu Yanshen's voice——

"Tell Fu Ren to come see me, Xu's Hospital."

He was on the hospital bed, talking on the phone, and his tone was calm and authoritative.

About half an hour later, Fu Ren hurried over.

The last time I saw him was at a private restaurant. That time, he left with dissatisfaction with Fu Yanshen.

Now, he obviously still respects Fu Yanshen.

However, he was as dissatisfied and even hostile to me as ever.

Outside the ward, Fu Yanshen was sitting on a single sofa. He was wearing dark blue silk pajamas and a black suit jacket draped over his shoulders.

Fu Ren sat on the three-seat couch.

I crossed my arms and stood aside, watching them.

Fu Yanshen threw a cigarette to Fu Ren, who took it and clamped it to his ear without smoking.

He had black hearing aids plugged into his ears.

Fu Ren then gestured deeply to Fu Yan.

"It twitches occasionally, it's okay." Fu Yanshen replied calmly.

Fu Ren was probably concerned about him just now, so why was he still smoking? There is still the slightest smell of cigarette smoke in the ward.

It can also be seen that Fu Yanshen did not directly question Fu Ren. Did he want to cover him?

In the past, Fu Ren was instigated by Shi Xia and tampered with my brake line. Fu Yanshen did not protect him and cut off one of his little fingers as a warning. Now, it was Makino who was injured by him...

What's more, Makino is still a thorn in Fu Yanshen's side.

I resisted the urge to question Fu Ren.

"A-Nin, Qiao Qiao's artist Makino was injured by a group of people, all of whom were wearing hoods." Fu Yanshen spoke slowly and asked Fu Ren.

I also noticed that he did not communicate with Fu Ren in sign language this time.

Fu Ren glanced at me with a stern look in his eyes. In a flash, he looked at Fu Yanshen again and spoke in sign language.

Fu Yanshen gradually narrowed his eyes and stared at Fu Ren. Then, he slowly shook his head and said, "I don't want you to arrest anyone."

"It's the person who took the lead. It seems he is blaming you. It is said that he is mute and, like you, is missing a little finger." He said calmly.

Hearing this, I frowned and took a step forward, "Fu Yanshen, what do you mean by framing him? Do you want to cover him up? Or was it you who instigated it?!"

I asked him condescendingly.

Fu Ren stood up suddenly and stared at me fiercely, clenching his fists with a defiant and ferocious look on his face, as if he wanted to tear me apart.

"Fu Ren!" Fu Yan shouted in a deep voice, with sullenness in his tone.

The veins on Fu Ren's forehead popped out and he poked me out. He looked at Fu Yanshen with a very excited expression. He kept gesturing with his hands and occasionally pointed at me.

Judging from his appearance, he must be talking bad about me to Fu Yanshen.

Fu Yan frowned deeply, "A-Ren, that boy is just the most profitable artist under Qiao Qiao, not what you think!"

He said to Fu Ren in a serious tone.

Fu Ren looked at me and snorted coldly.

"Fu Ren, show some respect to her!" Fu Yanshen stood up and shouted coldly.

Fu Ren looked angry and dissatisfied, and quickly gestured with him in sign language, and then strode out of the ward.

Fu Yanshen and I were the only ones left in the ward.

He sat down again, crossed his legs, tilted his chin, and glanced at me indifferently, "A'ren always dares to do what he does. He said he didn't hit that kid."

"For the sake of innocence, he will find out those people."

"If you insist on thinking that he and I are colluding to deceive you..." Fu Yanshen paused as he spoke.

He pressed the vein on his forehead and said, "I, especially, can't do anything about it."

Gritting his teeth, he looked very angry with me.

Listening to his tone and Fu Ren's behavior just now and before, I also believe that they are all courageous and not evil people.

They are just obviously bad!

However, did the person who led the attack on Muye want to blame Fu Ren, or was it just a coincidence?

Now that Fu Ren is looking for the murderer, it's not too late to ask him if he finds him. Right now, the top priority is to save Makino's hands.

His hand must be repaired by a top surgeon. If the operation is successful, he will have a chance to recover.

No doctor in the hospital where he is now can perform this surgery.

"Go wash up and eat."

Fu Yanshen's voice brought me back to my senses. He was looking at me expressionlessly.

"I'm not hungry."

I said calmly, and sat down on the sofa tiredly, holding my phone and scrolling through my contacts.

"Luoluo, Xiaoye's hand is injured and the nerves in two fingers are severed. Please help me ask Uncle Song if he knows anyone who is an expert in surgery? Xiaoye is in a hurry to have surgery and cannot delay it."

It’s not yet seven o’clock in the morning, and Luo Luo must still be awake at this moment. She is used to staying up late to draw manuscripts, so I sent her a WeChat voice message.

Ji Yan should still be in Wenrou Village at this moment.

"Ji Yan, do you know any surgical experts? Preferably someone with a master level." I sent another voice message to Ji Yan.

A faint fragrance of rice porridge attracted my attention. At some point, rice porridge and steamed dumplings were placed on the coffee table in front of me.

Fu Yanshen across from me was looking at me, "Eat first."

I ignored him and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, there was a tall and straight white figure in the ward.

It's a male doctor in a white coat.

"Call me here early in the morning. What happened?" The man had a gentle voice and sat down on the sofa as he spoke.

"Are you still smoking?" The doctor keenly smelled the smell of smoke in the ward and asked in a displeased tone, "Fu Yanshen, are you worried about your heart?"