Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Song Paner's guilty mood was disrupted by Yan Bin's interference. The doctor came over at the right time and stopped talking halfway through the topic.

"No, it's not... I'll tell you when you come out!"

But what can Yan Bin do? He held Song Pan'er and refused to go into the operating room.

"Wife, tell me clearly, am I going to die?"

"I haven't explained how to distribute the inheritance yet. Wait, give me some time."

Yan Bin's words made Wan Fang laugh. She coughed to cover up, pulled her mask and stopped Song Paner from speaking.

"Well...Okay, I'll give you some time to explain!"

"Wife, you know my bank password and everything. Just divide it between you and my parents. Tell my parents that I can't support them in their old age. I will marry you in my next life, and..."

Yan Bin was sweating from the pain and didn't notice Wan Fang's little movements. He just kept talking to himself.

Song Pan'er was touched and felt guilty, her eyes were sore and her heart was upset. She didn't want to listen to him anymore and raised her hand to cover his mouth.

"Wan Fang was just trying to scare you. You're fine. Go in and get treated first. I'll be waiting for you here."

"Really?"

Yan Bin still didn't quite believe it.

"It's fake. Let me go and get stitches."

"Oh."

Is this right? Yan Bin felt relieved. His wife's attitude was too nice, which scared him.

Yan Bin's injury was not serious and no internal organs were damaged. After stitches and some anti-inflammatory injections, he just needed to go home and recuperate.

But Panpan was not so lucky. Song Tianci cut it three times, one of which stabbed its chest and injured its lungs.

The operation lasted three hours, and the patient's heart even stopped beating once, but he barely managed to survive.

Panpan, who usually jumps up and down and never rests, now lies there motionless and sleeps all day, which makes Song Paner very worried.

Then endless anger rose up.

She has already taken Song Tianci out of the detention center.

As a minor and with a certificate of mental illness, he did not have to bear any legal responsibility. On the contrary, Song Pan'er, the guardian, paid more than 100,000 yuan to the mental hospital doctor who was killed for no reason.

But it doesn't matter, money doesn't matter. What's important is that Song Tianci has fallen into her hands again, and this time she won't give him another chance.

Under the cover of night, the crime is being committed silently.

In a dilapidated bungalow in the suburbs.

Song Tianci lay motionless on the bed, the corners of his mouth twitching, as if he wanted to struggle, but couldn't move at all.

He let the IV dripping into his body drop by drop.

Looking at the person who walked in, hatred gradually welled up in Song Tianci's eyes.

Song Paner suddenly laughed.

"You only have a pair of eyes left to move, and you're still not being honest. You're really born a bad seed."

"I originally wanted to send you directly to Song Zhigang, but I changed my mind. What do you think... let you lie paralyzed on the bed, unable to move except for your eyes?"

Picking up the syringe on the table, Song Pan'er seemed to be asking for Song Tianci's opinion, but in fact she was hesitating herself.

For ordinary people, killing is really a terrifying thing. If she hadn't been forced to this point, Song Pan'er would never have dared to think about it.

As if seeing through Song Paner's cowardice, Song Tianci's angry eyes turned into disdain, as if saying, 'You only have this much courage, don't let me get the chance, or I'll kill you.'