The room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Song Shuwen looked solemn. After carefully checking the old lady's condition, he slowly stood up, frowned slightly, and said in a heavy tone: "The person is already terminally ill and has no help."

When Song Dabao heard this, his face instantly became extremely ugly. He widened his eyes, his eyes full of anger and disbelief. "Did you do it on purpose?" Song Dabao's voice trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

Song Shuwen looked sincere, and his eyes showed helplessness and compassion, "Doctors are parents, how could I do that! I just told the disease truthfully."

However, Song Dabao couldn't listen at all. He only had grief about his relatives' about to leave and doubts about Song Shuwen.

His face turned red, and blue veins swelled up on his forehead. Suddenly, he rushed forward and grabbed Song Shuwen's neck. "You just deliberately refused to save me!"

Song Dabao's eyes were filled with anger, and his heart was filled with despair and reluctance.

Song Shuwen was so pinched that he couldn't breathe. His face showed a painful look, and he leaned against Song Dabao's hand with both hands. "Calm down! I really don't..." Song Shuwen said with difficulty.

Just as Song Dabao and Song Shuwen were in a stalemate, Gu Nan, the chef who delivered the meal, walked in.

When he saw the tense scene, he frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Gu Nan looked at Song Shuwen with a hint of blame in his tone: "Do you want to fight in such a way of resisting? Be careful."

Song Shuwen's face turned red, and his neck was pinched by Song Dabao, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

He struggled to squeeze out a few words: "I have no idea of ​​revenge, that is, I am telling the truth, and I am not allowed to insult my medical skills."

Song Shuwen's eyes were full of stubbornness. He felt in his heart that he had just done his duty as a doctor. He told the disease truthfully, but was suspected and attacked for no reason. It was really aggrieved.

Gu Nan looked at Song Shuwen's firm eyes, then looked at Song Dabao, who was full of anger, and sighed softly.

He knew that in this case, both sides needed to calm down or things would just get worse.

Gu Nan decided to persuade Song Dabao first, after all, impulse could not solve the problem.

Seeing that the situation became more and more uncontrollable, Gu Nan hurriedly stepped forward to grab Song Dabao and said loudly: "You let go of Song Shuwen first! Maybe the old man is really not good, and it will be useless for you to do this!"

However, Song Dabao was already blinded by anger at this time, and he could not listen to Gu Nan's advice at all.

Song Dabao beat Song Shuwen hard, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious, and each punch was filled with endless anger.

"You quack doctor! Since you can't save people, it's better to kill them directly!" Song Dabao said viciously, as if he had lost his mind.

Song Shuwen was hit by Song Dabao's punch and kick, and he was quickly knocked out without any strength to fight back.

His face was covered with scars, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, looking very miserable.

Gu Nan looked at Song Shuwen lying on the ground, and a feeling of helplessness and sorrow surged in his heart.

He knew that Song Dabao was too impulsive, but in this case, he didn't know how to calm Song Dabao down.

Song Dabao was full of grief, and tears surging down like water breaking through the dam. He threw himself tightly into the old lady's arms, and his voice trembled and cried: "Mom, is it really helpless?"

His face was filled with pain and reluctance, and the crying sounds seemed to penetrate the dull air and reach the softest part of the heart.

Song Dabao hugged the old lady tightly, as if this would keep her life that was about to die.

His heart was filled with regret and self-blame, hating that he could not find a better doctor for his mother, and hating that he was powerless at this critical moment.

In the opera house, a heavy atmosphere was shrouded in it.

The news of Xi Yu's son's death spread like a cloud.

On this day, several small eunuchs came to express condolences under the order of Liu Xie. They walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion with careful steps, with caution and sympathy.

The young eunuch in charge took a step forward, bowed slightly, conveying Liu Xie's meaning: "Prime Minister, Your Majesty, let us condolences you. Your Majesty said, let the Prime Minister mourn."

Several small eunuchs stood there, their eyes full of concern.

Xi Yu said: "I'll bother you to go back and tell Your Majesty that I have nothing to do, so let Your Majesty rest assured."

In the quiet countryside, Xi Zhicai has always lived a quiet life. His heart is as calm as water, and he is strong without desires.

However, the news of Xi Yu's son's death was like a huge rock thrown into the calm lake, rippling in his life.

After Xi Zhicai learned the news, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

He immediately decided to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit Xi Yu.

At this time, there were many secret guards around him protecting him, which gave him more peace of mind in his actions.

Xi Zhicai got on the bicycle and rode forward boldly.

The wind whistled in his ears, as if urging him to speed up.

The wheels rolled forward, and Xi Zhicai's figure rushed past the country road, driving quickly towards the Prime Minister's Mansion with concern for his relatives and uneasiness about the unknown.

Xi Zhicai was riding a bicycle and moving forward in a flash. Suddenly, when he passed an intersection, several masked people jumped out like ghosts and surrounded him in an instant.

Zhicai was shocked and almost fell down. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and braked in time to stop.

He frowned, his eyes full of vigilance, and he asked sternly: "What are you doing?"

However, the masked men did not say a word, but only showed fierce eyes, and then they took action directly.

They were agile and sharp in their movements, and they were obviously prepared.

At this critical moment, the secret guards beside Xi Zhicai came like lightning.

They were all very skilled and quickly fought fiercely with the masked man.

The sword lights and sword shadows flashed in the air, and the shouts of killing came one after another.

Xi Zhicai watched the sudden battle nervously, thinking in his heart about the origin and purpose of these masked people.

The battle between the masked man and the secret guards became more and more intense. These masked men showed particularly powerful power, and the secret guards almost couldn't stand it for a moment.

Their attacks were fierce, and their moves were fatal, as if they were filled with endless hatred and determination.

However, the secret guards were well-trained after all, and after a arduous battle, the situation gradually reversed.

In the end, the masked man was defeated by the secret guards and fell one by one, leaving only one masked man on the battlefield.

The secret guards quickly surrounded him and asked sternly: "Who are you?"

A trace of determination flashed in the masked man's eyes and said coldly: "I can't say it." After that, he committed suicide without hesitation.

The secret guards watched him fall, their hearts filled with doubts and shock.

Who sent these masked people? What is their purpose? All this is like a cloud of fog, shrouding in everyone's hearts.

Xi Zhicai's face was a little pale, and he walked slowly over, his steps were a little sloppy.

There was still a trace of horror in his eyes, and his slightly trembling hands showed his inner uneasiness.

A secret guard hurried forward and asked with concern: "Sir, are you scared?"

Xi Zhicai nodded slightly, his voice trembling a little: "I'm lucky that you are protecting me like this."

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions.

Then, he frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Aren't my nephew killed by someone? Maybe these people are with them."

After hearing this, the secret guards looked at each other, and their faces showed a solemn look.

One of the secret guards said: "Sir makes sense, but these people would rather die than reveal a little, and they really did not leave any clues."

Their hearts were filled with frustration, and they were also more alert to the conspiracy behind them.

Xi Zhicai stood there, his eyes were deep and worried. He was secretly thinking about the connection behind this series of events in his heart.

He knew that he had to rush to the Prime Minister's Office as soon as possible to discuss the matter with Xi Yu, find out the truth, and avenge his nephew.

Xi Zhicai got on the bicycle again and was still feeling a little nervous.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then pedaled hard on the pedal and continued moving forward.

Along the way, he was always alert, his eyes constantly scanning around him, fearing that he would encounter any accidents again.

Fortunately, the next journey was calm and nothing happened.

Xi Zhicai felt a little relieved, and he accelerated and rushed towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Finally, the magnificent gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion appeared in front of him.

Xi Zhicai jumped off the bicycle and pushed the car to the door. He was Xi Yu's brother, so the people of the door naturally recognized him and let him enter directly without reporting.

Xi Zhicai walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion and looked at the familiar courtyard, feeling a lot of emotion.

He knew that Xi Yu must be immersed in great sorrow at this moment, and he must give his younger brother support and comfort.

He walked towards the room where Xi Yu was.

Xi Yu's room door was quietly open.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came. Xi Yu raised his head slightly. Seeing that it was his brother Xi Zhicai coming, a ray of light flashed in his eyes instantly. He hurriedly stood up and quickly walked forward.

Xi Zhicai held Xi Yu's hand tightly and said, "I heard about the specific things." Xi Zhicai's eyes were full of concern and concern.

Xi Yu nodded slightly and said, "Brother, hurry up and talk."

He took Xi Zhicai's hand and walked into the room.

The room was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and Xi Yu and Xi Zhicai sat opposite each other, and their hearts were filled with complex emotions.

Xi Zhicai looked solemn and frowned slightly and said, "Brother, I encountered an attack on the way. Several masked people suddenly appeared and surrounded me. Fortunately, they were protected by secret guards, so they escaped. I think these people should be in the same group as the ones who harmed the children."

A hint of annoyance appeared in his eyes, "It's a pity that I didn't leave a living mouth, and I couldn't know the envoy behind them."
To be continued...