Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

In just a moment, medical staff rushed to the ward pushing emergency equipment.

The doctors quickly gathered around Zhao Chengkai, checked his condition and started emergency treatment. Some held flashlights and laryngoscopes, while others used forceps to try to remove the apple piece that was stuck in Zhao Chengkai's trachea.

But it was all in vain. Zhao Chengkai's struggle became weaker and weaker. The moment the medical staff rushed into the ward, his body had completely collapsed.

Before the doctor could use forceps to remove the apple pieces, Zhao Chengkai's heart had stopped beating due to suffocation.

Medical staff hurriedly performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Zhao Chengkai and used an electric defibrillator, trying their best to save Zhao Chengkai's life.

When Zhao Lanshan and her bodyguards anxiously ran to Ward 201 of the orthopedic ward, the scene before her was hard for her to accept. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, as if nailed to the ground.

Zhao Chengkai was lying straight on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, his bloodless lips slightly open, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, he was no longer breathing.

The medical staff were still trying their best to rescue him. They pressed Zhao Chengkai's chest quickly and forcefully with their hands, performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and even tried defibrillation several times in a row, but Zhao Chengkai's body showed no response, like a cold sculpture.

After a tense rescue, the doctor slowly straightened up, took off his sweaty gloves, and said to Zhao Lanshan helplessly and seriously: "The patient died of suffocation due to a foreign body stuck in his throat while eating an apple. It was not a medical accident of the hospital. We have tried our best."

Zhao Lanshan looked at her brother Zhao Chengkai lying on the hospital bed with grief. Her mind was blank, and all the sounds around her seemed to gradually fade away, leaving only dead silence.

After a moment, a huge wave of grief overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

Zhao Lanshan covered her mouth with her trembling hands, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

"Brother, how could you have such an accident?"

Zhao Lanshan's voice was trembling, filled with endless sorrow and disbelief, "Dad just committed suicide. How old are you? How could you choke yourself to death?"

Her words showed both grief over her brother's sudden death and some regret for not being able to make up for his shortcomings, but more than that, there was grief that went deep into her bones.

Zhao Lanshan slowly stepped into the ward and walked to the bedside. She gently held Zhao Chengkai's hands, which still had some warmth. Those hands were once full of strength, but now they had become so weak.

She held her brother's hand against her face, tears dripping onto that hand.

"How could you just leave like this? I am the only one left in the Zhao family, wuwu..."

Zhao Lanshan’s crying echoed in the ward, tugged at everyone’s heart.

"Brother, wake up!"

"You haven't even seen our father off yet, how could you die on the same night as him?"

"Wake up, wake up!"

Zhao Lanshan shook Zhao Chengkai's body desperately, and her tears fell like beads from a broken string. It was so sad to see and so moving to tears to hear.

When the bodyguards of Taicheng Group outside the ward saw this scene, they all looked sad. They couldn't believe that the usually arrogant and domineering Master Zhao would actually be choked to death by an apple.

They were all moved when they heard Zhao Lanshan's sorrowful cry, but no one dared to step forward to comfort her. They could only do their duty and stand silently and respectfully.

In the ward, Zhao Lanshan was immersed in endless pain, unable to extricate herself for a long time. This night was destined to become the darkest and most unforgettable nightmare in her life.

The girl next to him was already trembling with fear, tears also streaming down her face. She murmured, "Don't blame me. Kai was so excited when he heard that his father had passed away that the apple in his mouth got stuck in his throat. It has nothing to do with me."

The girl's words are somewhat ambiguous.

Zhao Lanshan turned her head and looked at the heavily made-up girl, her eyes tearful and cold, and asked angrily: "Who the hell are you? Why are you in my brother's ward?"

The girl trembled under Zhao Lanshan's cold and angry gaze, and her body trembled even more violently. She stammered, "I... I'm Kai's friend. I came... to visit him."

As she spoke, she frantically wiped the tears from her face, trying to calm herself, but her voice was still filled with fear and guilt.

Zhao Lanshan snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain and anger: "Friends? What friends? A man and a woman alone in the ward at night? My brother likes to fool around on weekdays, and you, a girl, don't know how to behave yourself!"

"If you hadn't been here, would anything like this have happened to my brother? What are you thinking?" Zhao Lanshan became more and more excited as she spoke. Her eyes were filled with tears again and her emotions were almost out of control.

The girl cried and tried to defend herself: "I was just peeling an apple for Kai. I did nothing wrong! How could I have expected that Kai would choke on the apple?"

"Brother Kai couldn't accept the news of his father's death. He got so excited that the apple got stuck in his throat. This fault is really not entirely my fault!"

Zhao Lanshan slammed her fist on the bed with a dull thud, and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, drag this bitch out, tie her up outside the hospital, scratch her face, and make sure she never seduces a man again in her life!"

When the girl heard this, she was instantly frightened, her lips trembled, and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence to beg for mercy.

A few seconds later, she knelt down and cried, "Ms. Zhao, spare me! It's not my fault. It's really not my fault that Brother Kai choked to death while eating an apple..."

Faced with the girl kneeling and begging for mercy, Zhao Lanshan remained indifferent.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "If you don't want to be buried alive to accompany my brother, then accept your disfigurement and get out!"

The girl was completely dumbfounded. She collapsed on the ground crying, her eyes empty, as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving only endless fear spreading through her body.

Two burly bodyguards from the Taicheng Group looked at each other, and without hesitation, one on the left and one on the right, they lifted up the girl who was slumped on the ground and crying.

The girl's legs were as soft as noodles and she kicked around weakly. She waved her hands in the air uselessly, and her nails scratched the air, making sharp sounds.

"Miss Zhao, please, it's really not me, I'm innocent!" She cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing in the corridor outside the ward, attracting the attention of passing medical staff and patients.

The bodyguards had no expression on their faces as they ruthlessly dragged the girl towards the stairs. The soles of her shoes left traces on the ground, and she knocked over the trash cans on the wall along the way, with garbage scattered all over the floor.

When she reached the stairs, the girl struggled and cried, with her feet pressed tightly against the handrail.

But the bodyguards remained unmoved. One of them held her shoulders, and the other held up her legs, and they strode downstairs as if they were carrying a helpless chick.

The girl's cries kept echoing in the stairwell. Every time she went down a step, her body was shaken, and her hair was completely scattered, sticking to her face covered with tears and snot.

Her voice had become hoarse, and she could only utter intermittent, unclear pleas for mercy: "Don't... don't do this, spare me..."

But the bodyguards turned a deaf ear to her pleas and just walked down the stairs quickly, one step at a time. Each step was firm and powerful, as if they wanted to crush the girl's fate as well.

After the girl who indirectly killed Zhao Chengkai was dragged away, the ward fell into deathly silence.

Zhao Lanshan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao Chengkai's body with sad eyes. The scenes of playing with her brother when she was a child kept emerging in her mind. The laughter seemed still echoing in her ears, but now they are separated by the Yin and Yang.

She raised her hand and touched Zhao Chengkai's forehead, closing her brother's eyes that were still open in death, and said in a choked voice: "Brother, go with peace of mind. Sister will definitely take good care of your funeral and let you and dad die in glory..."

In the ward, the only sound was Zhao Lanshan's suppressed crying, telling of endless sorrow.

At the same time, after coaxing the sad Chu Yiren to sleep, Lin Lang was walking alone in the back garden of the Chu residence, smoking with mixed feelings.

The invisible clone was in the hospital, silently watching Zhao Lanshan mourning for her brother.

But Lin Lang didn't dare to watch Zhao Lanshan's grief-stricken scene through the perspective of the clone monitoring system. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back when he saw Zhao Lanshan's tearful eyes.

On the virtual system light screen in front of him, the [Vision Sharing] real-time video showed the scene in the ward from Zhao Lanshan's perspective.

Although Lin Lang couldn't see Zhao Lanshan's face, every sad word she said and every cry she made pierced Lin Lang's heart like a needle.

Listening to Zhao Lanshan's sad cry, Lin Lang's heart was filled with heartache.

He knew that at this moment Zhao Lanshan was like a lonely boat lost in the storm and was in desperate need of companionship and comfort.

On the one hand, Lin Lang longed to appear by Zhao Lanshan's side immediately, to give her a solid support, and to use his arms to dispel the haze for her.

On the other hand, Lin Lang really couldn't hypocritically comfort Zhao Lanshan after getting rid of the Zhao father and son, even though the heartache almost overwhelmed him.

Lin Lang had no intention of appreciating the night view of the back garden of the Chu residence. He took long puffs of cigarettes to relieve his inner boredom.

At this moment, a system prompt sounded in Lin Lang's mind.

"Ding! A new week has begun. Host, would you like to do the weekly system sign-in now?"

Although Lin Lang was distracted at the moment and had no intention of signing in for the system reward, he still subconsciously said "Sign in!"

Ding! The weekly system sign-in is successful. Congratulations to the host for receiving the seven-day system sign-in reward...

Sign-in Reward 1: "The [Hypnotic Memory Modification] skill has been activated. This skill can only be used on women who have an emotional bond with the host."

Detailed skill descriptions are as follows:

Direct implantation of false memories: Ability to directly implant fictitious scenes, events, or experiences into the target's mind, making them believe that these false memories actually occurred.

Erase specific memory fragments: can accurately locate and delete the target's memory of a specific time period or event.

Modify memory details: tamper with the details of characters, plots, emotions, etc. in existing memories.

Conditions for using the skill: The host needs to have any physical contact with the target, or connect with the target's consciousness through eye contact, or by infiltrating the dream state, so as to modify the memory.

Capacity limitations and costs:

Performing memory modification will consume a large amount of the host's mental energy. If the target's memory is modified multiple times in a row, there is a chance that the target will suffer from schizophrenia due to memory confusion, or even permanent memory trauma.

To put it bluntly, use it with caution and don't use it indiscriminately.

If the target has a strong will, they may resist the memory modification, resulting in the modification failure. In other words, the success rate of using [Hypnotic Memory Modification] is not 100%.

"Fuck!"

"The latest week's system sign-in rewards, the first reward is incredible!"

"Isn't this what you need?"

"Now that I have the skill of [Hypnotic Memory Modification], can't I use it to heal Chu Yiren's grief over the loss of her brother?"

The system replied: "Theoretically, there is no problem. The host only needs to modify and dilute Chu Yiren's emotional memory of her elder brother Chu Tiannan, and tamper with it to make their brother-sister relationship as cold as water. Chu Yiren will not be so sad about her elder brother Chu Tiannan's accidental death."

"Brilliant!"

Lin Lang couldn't hide his excitement and said, "So, I can also use the same method to heal Zhao Lanshan's sadness over the death of her father and brother?"

The system replied: "Of course, the host's success rate in using [Hypnotic Memory Modification] on Zhao Lanshan is 100%."

Lin Lang was overjoyed after hearing this: "That's great, that's great!"

"Originally, I felt a little guilty about Zhao Lanshan's inability to extricate herself from her sadness, but after acquiring the [Hypnotic Memory Modification Technique], if I can successfully soothe her sadness, I won't feel any guilt anymore."

"It's really a God-given skill! Hehe..."