Hidden marriage of a wealthy family: marrying the richest man with his son

Compared with the memory, the Hongxin Welfare Home is now more dilapidated and no one is there anymore.

There was an excavator and a few scattered workers nearby, as if they were under construction.

However, those few words alone were enough to make the blood in Ningran's body freeze.

She seemed to smell the muddy smell of the orphanage after the rain and the smell of weeds in the distance.

What follows is the black memory.

They wrapped around the young bodies of countless children and, after torturing them in every possible way, buried them underground.

Ning Ran turned off her phone suddenly and took several deep breaths.

She kept telling herself that that dark moment was over.

She is living a good life now, with children, a lover, and friends.

but……

Ning Ran lowered his head.

But what about those friends who were left behind in the dark years?

They suffered humiliation, pain and torture, but they didn't even have a chance to grow up!

Ning Ran dug her nails into her palms, but the pain in her palms could not dispel the hatred in her heart.

If she had the opportunity to meet those scum again, she would definitely not hide in the corner as cowardly as she did before, watching her good friends being harmed.

Ning Ran believes that the reincarnation of heaven will bring retribution.

One day, those people will suffer their own consequences.

At the same time, in the central hospital of City H.

Fang Shuo stood at the door of a ward.

He looked at the phone screen.

In the dialog box, there were information and pictures for Ning to dye her hair.

She should have seen the message, but she just didn't reply.

Fang Shuo also knew why Ning Ran replied. Wasn't it because he didn't want to face the past?

However, if you don't want to face it, some things that have happened still exist.

Ning Ran, you are lucky.

But have you ever thought about where are those less fortunate friends?

Their corpses were lying under the dirty and dark soil, without even a grave!

During festivals, no one worships.

It’s hard to endure the days when you were tortured during your lifetime and no one cares about you after your death.

Ning Ran, you are now the wife of the president of the Gu Group. You will help me, right?

However, these things must be considered in the long term.

Now, he had a more important thing to do.

Fang Shuo put away his cell phone and opened the door of the ward in front of him.

On the hospital bed, an old man with a tube and a ventilator was lying on the hospital bed.

His face was haggard and pale, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and painful twitches were constantly harassing his dying body.

The round face in his memory was now sunken like a skull.

The pair of eyes that were always watching in the dark were now dull and lifeless, as if they had seen the end of life.

Fang Shuo came to the hospital bed and murmured, "Dean, long time no see."

The old man in front of me was the director of Hongxin Welfare Home.

It was also him who cooperated with those demons to push the children in the orphanage into the abyss.

Now, he is old and has become a cripple lying on the hospital bed, unable to even lift his hands.

Back then, Fang Shuo was so afraid of him.

Afraid of the slap to his face, afraid of the feet that would crush his head into the dirt, afraid of those eyes that would give all children nightmares.

But now this man is limp and can only rely on a ventilator and intubation to barely maintain his vital signs.

Fang Shuo suddenly felt funny.

The shadow he once thought was insurmountable and the demon he couldn't defeat was just a pile of rotten flesh, a pile of rotten flesh that would die on its own without him having to do anything.

The old dean half-closed his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him through blurred vision.

Maybe it’s the torture of illness, or maybe it’s the problem of too many children.

He no longer remembers Fang Shuo.

But it doesn't matter, Fang Shuo will remind him.

Fang Shuo leaned into the ear of the old dean and said softly, "My junior brother is your attending doctor. After his persuasion, your family has agreed to continue your intubation treatment. Your throat will After being incised to the maximum extent, the thickest ventilator tube will be inserted into the trachea in the middle of your neck. At the same time, 5 to 6 tubes will be inserted into your body, including gastric tubes, intravenous tubes, urinary tubes, and gallbladder drainage. Tube……"

The old dean's drooped eyelids moved slightly. He tried to open them, but found that he couldn't even use this strength.

He could only beg with a weak voice from his chest, "Doctor, doctor, let, let me die..."

too painful!

Really too painful!

He felt like a breathing corpse.

A corpse that had been cut open with various knives and filled with various pipes had no dignity and could not be called a living person.

He wanted to go faster.

He didn't want to bear these unnecessary pains anymore!

"How is this possible? Dean, you can't die so easily."

Fang Shuo looked at the old dean with a smile, "Do you still remember me? I was the child you adopted from Hongxin Welfare Home. Now, I'm here to repay you."

The old dean froze.

He knows who he is, and he also knows what evil he did in the Hongxin Welfare Institution.

How could this strange man in front of me come to repay a favor!

He must be trying to harm him!

She must be trying to harm him!

The old dean wanted to run away, to escape, and to call someone to save him!

However, his dying body could not make any movements at all.

Only wisps of dying breathing resounded over the silent ward.

Fang Shuo continued to laugh, "Have you seen those dead children? They are around you! They will always stay with me and see with their own eyes how I avenge them."

"Ho ho ho!"

The old dean's pupils narrowed.

The already fragile body cannot withstand any threats.

The electrocardiogram next to it turned into a straight line after going up and down violently once.

Fang Shuo took his time.

He sneered before shouting outside, "The patient in bed 01 has heart failure, prepare for electric shock! Turn it on to the maximum!"