Chapter 398

Zhou Xue suddenly understood that what happened last night had something to do with her.

"Madam, Mingjing is dead."

A few coolness came from the breeze, and the sun on the top of the head was suddenly hot for a few minutes, which made people feel dry at the bottom of their heart.

Bo Yujiang was stunned. "What did you say?"

Jiang Chunlan slowly put down the kettle, picked up the towel on one side and wiped her hands. She turned and looked at Zhou Xue.

"Say what you just said again."

The woman's eyes are sharp and cold, with inexplicable authority.

Zhou Xue lowered her head: "it's true. I met Ran's housekeeper's daughter in the hospital. When she didn't pay attention, I placed a monitoring device on her. I heard that Mingjing couldn't die because of drug allergy. Ran's family blocked the news. Now Ran's family is arguing with Bo YuXun."

Bo Yujiang subconsciously stood up, "Bo YuXun? What does it have to do with him?"

Zhou Xue glanced at her: "it was doctor Bo's mistake that caused Mingjing's drug allergy not to be rescued. Madam, your major trouble has finally disappeared. You can rest assured in the future."

Jiang Chunlan frowned slightly and murmured softly, "dead?"

"Why did she die so easily? You must be lying to me." Jiang Chunlan shook her head.

Zhou Xue is a little strange about Jiang Chunlan's reaction. Shouldn't madam be happy to hear this news?

She hates the ran family, ran Bowen and his daughter so much that she dreams of destroying everything in the ran family.

"Drug allergy?" Bo Yujiang seems to think of something and looks a little ugly.

"Drug allergy again? Is it a coincidence?"

Jiang Chunlan suddenly looked at her: "what do you mean?"

Bo Yujiang blurted out subconsciously: "Jiang Yu, she..."

Suddenly stopped, vigilantly swept his eyes around the snow.

Jiang Chunlan glanced at Zhou Xue: "pour me a cup of coffee."

Zhou Xue left with a low eyebrow.

When she was gone, Bo Yujiang said in a low voice, "do you remember, madam? Jiang Yu almost died of drug allergy when she was a child. If it weren't for Jiang Yu's constitution, you couldn't doubt her life experience."

Jiang Chunlan remembered that it was too old. If it weren't for Bo Yujiang's reminder, she might have forgotten this man to zhaowa country.

"Just having a similar constitution doesn't mean anything." Jiang Chunlan murmured.

"Madam, Jiang Yu was undercover with ran Bowen for two years, and Mingjing was ran Bowen's daughter. Don't you think it's too coincidental?"

She doesn't believe in coincidence.

"What do you mean? Mingjing is the daughter of Ran Bowen and Jiang Yu? It's impossible. You can't match your age."

Mingjing is 17 years old this year, and Jiang Yu came to ran Bowen 15 years ago. At that time, Mingjing was only about two years old

How is that possible?

Jiang Chunlan seemed to think of something, and her eyes gradually coagulated.

She always felt that the mirror gave her a familiar feeling. It turned out that it was not like Xia Xue, but like Jiang Yu

Bo Yujiang's next sentence solved her doubts: "she's seventeen years old. Is there any evidence?"

Jiang Chunlan was stunned.

She came back as Zhu Jiazhen daughter. No one would doubt that she was as old as Zhu Jiazhen daughter.

However, she is not the real daughter of Zhu family.

Ran Bowen hid her wife and daughter so deeply that even the ran family could not dig them out. It was only said that he had a daughter. No one knew how old and what she looked like.

So how old the mirror is has become an unsolved mystery.

"What do you mean?"

Thin jade ginger hooked her lips and her eyes were cold.

"She definitely has something to do with Jiang Yu." When she first saw the mirror, she saw the shadow of Jiang Yu on the girl.

Whether it's a coincidence or not, she doesn't want to see her again.

If you really die of drug allergy, it's a good start and a good end.

Bo Yujiang relaxed and smiled contentedly on his face.

Jiang Chunlan doesn't care what relationship Mingjing has with Jiang Yu. As long as she is ran Bowen's daughter, that's enough.

But now Zhou Xue tells her that Mingjing is dead

Jiang Chunlan suddenly thought of the quiet figure she saw kneeling in front of the Buddha on Baitou mountain three years ago.

In the deep valley and Cangshan Mountain, the lonely moon has a single shadow, and the girl wears Zi clothes, which is not contaminated with the world and isolated from the world.

Jiang Chunlan suddenly walked out: "prepare the car."

Bo Yujiang hurriedly chased up: "madam, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Xue came out with coffee: "madam, are you going out?"

When she got the affirmative answer, Zhou Xue immediately put down her coffee and went out to drive.

Jiang Chunlan ignored Bo Yujiang and left her alone in the yard.

"Where are you going, madam?" Zhou Xue asked.

"Hospital."

She needs to confirm it with her own eyes.

——

Xiaohua bit the apple, and the crisp click made her teeth sour.

"It's still young to play Infernal Affairs with my aunt."

"Xiao Fang, from now on, put an end to anyone's visit and continue to send people over. Under the package of this floor, no fly can fly in."

Xiao Fang should leave.

"Xiao Hei, take some people to the gate and tell me immediately when you see a suspicious vehicle."

Xiaohua waved her hand and Xiaohei left immediately.

The VIP ward is a suite. The kitchen and bathroom have one room and one living room. Xiaohua is sitting on the sofa in the living room, the mirror is in the inner ward, and Qu Feitai is with her.

Xiaohua glanced over her mobile phone and sneered when she saw the notice from Jiangzhou police.

"It must be a psychopathic old woman who can come up with such a vicious move. Kill two birds with one stone? I'll let you fly like a chicken."

At this time, ran Tengxiao called and Xiaohua connected with a smile: "Lord Xiao."

"How's the mirror?" The man's voice is a little dull and tired. It seems that he didn't have a good rest last night.

"Oh, miss, drug allergy... Just..." The little flower's eyes turned and suddenly stopped here.

Across the cell phone, she clearly heard the man's breath tremble and eagerly asked, "what's the matter with her? Are you talking?"

Xiao Ye, whom Xiaohua knows, is always calm and calm. It's the first time to hear his worried tone.

Xiaohua coughed: "Miss Da, drug allergy, cardiogenic shock... The situation is dangerous."

When she heard the man scold a dirty word, Xiaohua's heart jumped suddenly, inexplicably listening to a bit sexy.

Then there was the sound of the car slamming the door. The man repressed his anger and said, "go to the hospital immediately."

Xiaohua sipped her lips as if she were playing with a big bar.

She rushed into the room and put her cell phone into Mingjing's hand: "Xiao Ye's phone."

Mingjing was stunned and said softly, "it's me, Mingjing."

Suddenly there was no sound across the cell phone.

The mirror frowned: "are you listening? Don't talk and hang up."

When the words fell, I had to hang up the phone. The man immediately came out of the mobile phone with a somewhat anxious voice: "wait."

"You... Are you all right? Xiaohua just said you were allergic to drugs. It's dangerous."

"I'm fine." The girl's voice was calm.

"That's good." Ran Tengxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have a good rest. Leave the rest to me“

The mirror looked out of the window.

The sun shines all over the ground through the glass, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Since she wants me to die so much, I'll give her what she wants."

——

At 8:20, a blogger nicknamed "pink rabbit bus" on the microblog broke the news that Mingjing died at 2 a.m. due to drug allergy.

All the fans thought they were crazy sunspots, rushed up to scold the blogger and reported the title.

As a result, the fans found that the pink rabbit bus had no criminal record, did not mix powder circles, and had no black history. According to the microblog certification and past blog records, it was found that she was a nurse in the Department of Cardiology of the people's hospital. She usually dried food and complained about life. The latest microblog was the "friendship" between doctor Kobo and doctor Han

After five minutes of microblogging, she deleted it, but there are already screenshots of fans. One pass is ten to one hundred. In ten minutes, the whole network spread that Mingjing is dead.

Not only the entertainment circle, but also the whole country.

How is that possible? How could Spiegel die?

Or the absurd reason of drug allergy.

No one believed it and agreed that it was black powder's rumor. So kind and beautiful girl, she was a gift from heaven to the world. How could she die? Black powder can be punished.

Numerous media reporters rushed to Jiangzhou people's Hospital from all over the country to try their best to get the news. However, many people in black appeared around Jiangzhou people's hospital. Their eyes were like golden eyes, which could accurately find out every reporter who wanted to get in.

The hospital is not too troublesome. While strengthening security, it has issued requirements to the staff of the hospital. In special periods, it can only enter and leave.

The hospital also caused a big shock.

As long as it's not a fool, you can detect that something big must have happened.

Combined with the online disclosure, did Mingjing really die in the hospital due to drug allergy?

It's over. The hospital has a big deal. The ran family is not crazy about revenge.

It is said that it was Dr. Bo's mistake. Dr. Bo's great reputation was destroyed.

People in the hospital were in panic and had no passion at work. They gathered together to gossip crazily.

Zhang Qiao was temporarily informed to change the ward. Before he could argue with the nurse, he was pushed to the double ward downstairs by someone with things.

"Nurse, it's not typical of you to do this. Change me from VIP ward to double ward. What are you doing?"

The nurse said reluctantly, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhang. For some reasons, we can only wrong you. Afterwards, our hospital will make some compensation for you. Please take good care of yourself first."

He slipped away without waiting for Zhang Qiao to speak.

"Hey, patient, don't blame the nurses. It has nothing to do with them. Haven't you heard that the hospital has a big deal."

The next bed was a fat man with a weight of 200 kg. He spoke happily and gnawed at the chicken leg. He kindly gave one to Zhang Qiao.

Zhang Qiao looked at the greasy chicken leg and frowned with disgust.

"Thank you. No, what happened?"

The fat man picked his eyebrow: "there was a medical accident in the hospital. The dead people are very big. Even if the hospital spends much money, it's unfair. Ha ha, there's a good play."

Zhang Qiao frowned: "when did it happen?"

"Just last night, didn't you look at your mobile phone? This man is still a celebrity in Jiangzhou. It's a pity that he is so beautiful and so young." The fat man smacked his mouth regretfully.

Young and beautiful? Jiangzhou celebrities?

Subconsciously, a face appeared in Zhang Qiao's mind.

He can't believe, "isn't it a mirror?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right. It's the mirror."

The fat man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "last night, he was allergic to drugs and died in the hospital. The hospital poked a big basket this time. Who is Mingjing, a big star and how much social influence she has, not to mention that she is still the eldest lady of Ran family and ran Tengxiao's aunt. Can ran family let go of the hospital?"

The fat man's spitting is flying and passionate.

"Anyway, this time, there's a good play."

Zhang Qiao sat on the hospital bed and didn't come back for a long time.

bright mirror? Dead?

The gentle and beautiful girl in white, who was praised by Jiangzhou as a Bodhisattva, died?

How is that possible?

It is said that good people have good returns. How can she die?

Zhang Qiao hurriedly took out his mobile phone and pushed the news of Mingjing's death one by one. The mobile phone was about to explode.

He had to believe this overwhelming posture.

He hurried to call Zhou Xue, but no one answered.

Then I called cenning and suddenly thought that he hadn't asked Mr. Cen for contact information.

He wanted to test teacher Cen's patience, so he said he wanted to eat Yangji steamed stuffed bun. Teacher Cen went without saying a word.

Count the time. It's almost time to come back.

Zhang Qiao went to the window. There is a small garden downstairs. There are many people at ordinary times. Especially today is a sunny day. There must be more people. However, at the moment, the small garden is empty, swept by the cold wind, and the land is desolate.

——

The elevator stopped on the top floor. Cenning was about to get out of the elevator when he was suddenly stopped by two people in black.

The other party was fierce and said directly, "who is it?"

CEN Ning pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I'm the family member of ward 273."

The man in Black said coldly, "your family is on the 26th floor."

CEN Ning's eyes flashed slightly, "really? But I was on the 27th floor before. I just left for more than half an hour. What happened?"

The man in black didn't have the patience to explain and sent him down directly.

When the elevator door closed, the smile on cenning's face disappeared bit by bit.

Instead of pressing the 26th floor, the elevator stopped directly on the first floor.

The elevator door opened and two people stood outside.

A beautiful woman in a velvet cheongsam, elegant, noble and dazzling.

The woman didn't even look at him and walked in with elegant steps.

Zhou Xue saw cenning, gently shook her head at him, pursed her lips and went in.

The woman was followed by two tall bodyguards. Cenning glanced vigilantly and came in, protecting the cheongsam woman from left to right.

CEN Ning stood in the right front corner, in front of him was the key board of the elevator.

Cenning quietly pressed the 26th floor.

Zhou Xue stretched out her finger and pressed the 27th floor.

CEN Ning's eyes drooped slightly, staring at the fast beating numbers on the electronic board, his back to the four people behind him, and the corners of his lips made a strange arc.

When the elevator goes up, the breathing sound rises one after another in the narrow space.

No one spoke, and there was a depressing suffocation in the atmosphere.