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The bodyguard watched Zhao Qiankun stab the dagger into his chest. At that moment, his mind went blank and he stood there in shock.

When the screams in the corridor drowned him like a tide, the bodyguard woke up from his dream, staggered to Zhao Qiankun's side, and frantically pressed his hands on the wound that was constantly bleeding, shouting incoherently: "Chairman, wake up!"

"Chairman, please don't scare me!"

But no matter how the bodyguards shouted or tried, Zhao Qiankun's eyes remained open and his vital signs quickly disappeared.

The bodyguard's hands were soaked in blood and his body was shaking uncontrollably with fear in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Lanshan's cold face involuntarily appeared in the bodyguard's mind.

"It's over, it's all over. What should I do if the young lady finds out?" The bodyguard's lips trembled and he muttered to himself. Cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and his back was already soaked with sweat.

He thought of Zhao Lanshan's usual respect and dependence on her father Zhao Qiankun. Now, because he left his post to go to the toilet, his boss Zhao Qiankun committed suicide. How could Zhao Lanshan easily forgive this dereliction of duty?

Thinking of this, the bodyguard's legs softened and he knelt on the ground. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness, and his heart was filled with fear of facing Zhao Lanshan's accusation.

For a moment, the hospital corridor was in chaos. After assessing that Zhao Qiankun had lost the ability to hurt others, the doctor on duty rushed forward and tried to save his life at the last moment.

The doctor on duty had trembling hands. He shouted for someone to quickly push an emergency bed over, while desperately pressing on the area around Zhao Qiankun's heart, trying to slow down the bleeding.

The nurses were also panicking. Some of them assisted Zhao Qiankun in first aid, while others shouted, "Quick, bring us the plasma!"

Some nurses on duty were urgently dialing the hospital's internal emergency rescue number and reporting the situation here incoherently.

Zhao Qiankun's face quickly turned pale and he gasped for breath, each breath seeming to use up all his strength.

Zhao Qiankun's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked by fear.

He stared with his eyes wide open, staring at the nothingness in front of him with great horror. This scene before his death gave everyone goosebumps and made them feel creepy.

At the last moment of his life, the faces of his daughter Zhao Lanshan and son Zhao Chengkai appeared in Zhao Qiankun's mind. A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes and a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

The ward and corridor at the scene of the incident were in chaos, and Zhao Qiankun was rushed to the operating room as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, when Zhao Qiankun committed suicide, the dagger injured his coronary artery and heart cavity, causing massive bleeding and rapid heart failure. As soon as he was pushed into the operating room, he became unconscious and his heart and breathing stopped.

The bodyguard was shocked to find that Zhao Qiankun was dead. He took out his cell phone with trembling hands and called President Zhao Lanshan.

The moment the call was connected, Zhao Lanshan's cold "Hello" came from the receiver. The bodyguard opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by fear, and the voice he made was dry and trembling: "Miss...the chairman..."

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Before he finished speaking, the bodyguard's voice was already filled with tears. He knew that what was waiting for him next was Zhao Lanshan's ruthless punishment.

Zhao Lanshan tightened her grip on the phone and keenly noticed the strangeness in the bodyguard's voice. A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in her heart, and an ominous premonition quickly enveloped her.

"What happened to my dad?"

"Has my father's condition suddenly worsened? Tell me quickly!" There was a hint of anxiety in Zhao Lanshan's voice that was hard to conceal.

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and replied, "Miss, the chairman... he stabbed Brother Biao to death with a dagger for some reason, and then... then he committed suicide."

After saying these words, the bodyguard seemed to have used up all his strength. His body collapsed and he squatted on the ground, waiting for the storm of anger on the other end of the phone.

There was an instant of dead silence on the other end of the phone, as if time had stood still.

After several seconds, Zhao Lanshan gasped in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it again! This is impossible!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with endless shock, anger, and deep sadness.

Her hand holding the phone was shaking so violently that she could hardly hold it.

Zhao Lanshan could not accept how her father, who had just been sleeping in the hospital bed, suddenly killed his trusted subordinate Jin Biao and then chose to end his own life.

"Miss, I failed to protect the chairman. Please forgive me!"

After hearing the bodyguard's answer, Zhao Lanshan was sure that what he said was true. His mind suddenly became confused and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Zhao Lanshan was full of confusion. Why did her father do this?

What on earth happened to make the usually calm and composed father do such a crazy thing?

After hanging up the call, Zhao Lanshan's tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring her eyes.

At this time, Zhao Lanshan was sitting in the car returning to Zhao's house. She was originally thinking about company affairs, so she had no time to care about those at the moment.

She shouted to the driver in panic: "Hurry, turn around and go back to the hospital! Now!" There was an unquestionable command in her voice.

The driver was infected by Zhao Lanshan's emotions. He quickly turned the steering wheel, turned the car around suddenly, and sped towards the hospital.

The bodyguard captain Zhong Yi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hurriedly notified the bodyguard vehicle via the intercom and turned around to return to the Second People's Hospital of the city.

Along the way, Zhao Lanshan bit her lips tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had only one thought in her mind: she wanted to see with her own eyes whether all this was true.

Zhao Lanshan couldn't understand why her father stabbed to death Jin Biao, her trusted subordinate who had followed her loyally for many years?

Soon, the driver drove the car back to the Second People's Hospital of the city.

Before the car came to a complete stop at the entrance of the inpatient department, Zhao Lanshan couldn't wait to open the door and rushed out.

More than a dozen bodyguards from Taicheng Group got out of the bodyguard vehicle, surrounding the beautiful president Zhao Lanshan. The crowd hurriedly walked into the inpatient building.

The high heels tapped the ground rapidly, making a tapping sound.

Zhao Lanshan, with a sad face, ran all the way with a group of bodyguards. The damn feeling of brokenness and oppression scared people along the way and made them retreat.

A dozen bodyguards surrounded Zhao Lanshan and ran straight to Ward 403 on the floor where Zhao Qiankun was.

I saw that a cordon had been set up in Ward 403. Apart from a group of police officers in hats investigating the murder scene, the hospital corridor was surrounded by medical staff and some onlookers who had not yet dispersed.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lanshan's heart suddenly tightened. She walked forward quickly, wanting to rush through the cordon and enter Ward 403 to check, but was stopped by the criminal police in charge of the case.

"Dad, Dad..." Zhao Lanshan, who was out of control of her emotions, cried and shouted, trying to force her way in.

As luck would have it, among the criminal police who responded to the call was Lin Lang’s high school classmate Wang Dayong.

Wang Dayong, who was wearing a criminal police uniform, stopped Zhao Lanshan and said, "I'm sorry, this is a crime scene. If you go in, it will destroy the scene."

Zhao Lanshan couldn't stop her tears from flowing. She saw Jin Biao lying in a pool of blood in the ward and felt very upset, but she didn't see her father's body.

The captain of the bodyguards stepped forward with a serious look on his face and said, "The one in trouble is our chairman. Please ask the officer to let our young lady in to take a look."

Wang Dayong replied in principle: "It's useless for you young lady to go in. Zhao Qiankun's body is not in room 403."

At this moment, the bodyguard, knowing that he had caused a big disaster, hurried forward and said weakly with cold sweat: "Miss, the chairman...the chairman's body is in the emergency room, and another group of forensic doctors and police are investigating the scene."

Zhao Lanshan swayed when she heard this, and she almost lost her balance. She gritted her teeth and cried, "I want to see my dad. I want to see him now!"

As she spoke, Zhao Lanshan ran towards the operating room with tears in her eyes. She just wanted to see her father Zhao Qiankun for the last time.

Wang Dayong quickly chased after her and tried to stop her, saying with an embarrassed look on his face, "Ms. Zhao, the case is still under investigation, and all procedures must be followed according to the rules. Only after our police have finished the autopsy and investigation of the scene can you go to the morgue to collect the body."

Zhao Lanshan didn't care about that. She shouted excitedly, "What rules? He's my dad! If you don't let me see him for the last time, I'll never forgive you!"

Wang Dayong sighed and said, "Ms. Zhao, calm down. I understand how you feel, but now is not the time to be willful."

At this time, the bodyguards of Taicheng Group came forward one after another, pushing and shouting at Wang Dayong, causing a commotion in the corridor.

However, Zhao Lanshan simply couldn't listen and continued to cry and shout, wanting to rush into the operating room.

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate, Zhou Xing, the criminal police captain who knew that Taicheng Group had connections in both the black and white worlds, gave Wang Dayong a look, meaning to let him go.

Because the operating room was not the first crime scene, Wang Dayong understood and stepped aside, allowing Zhao Lanshan to enter the operating room alone.

Zhao Lanshan staggered to the door of the operating room, raised her slightly trembling hands, and slowly pushed the door open.

What caught my eye was Zhao Qiankun lying quietly on the cold operating table.

The light was pale, illuminating Zhao Qiankun's lifeless face. The gleaming metallic luster of the surrounding equipment seemed as cold as the fangs of a devil.

Two forensic doctors were standing by, and the tools in their hands seemed to still carry the residual warmth of Zhao Qiankun's life.

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Zhao Qiankun's shirt had been ruthlessly cut open, revealing the bloody wound. The suicide dagger had pierced straight into his chest, his heart. The horrific wound was like the entrance to hell, swallowing up all his life force.

"dad……"

"Dad! Woo woo ..."

Zhao Lanshan's voice instantly tore through the air. It was a wail that burst out from the depths of her soul, sharp and desperate, carrying endless pain and disbelief.

Her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand, but she still rushed towards her father with determination.

Zhao Qiankun was covered in blood, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

In his wide-open eyes, besides fear and despair, there seemed to be lingering concern and reluctance.

Zhao Lanshan's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. It hurt so much that she could hardly breathe. Every breath she took was filled with sourness and sadness.

With trembling hands, she slowly, as if afraid of disturbing her father, gently placed her hands on his face and closed her eyes that were full of unwillingness.

"Dad, how could you just abandon me like this..."

Zhao Lanshan burst into tears, her tears falling uncontrollably on her father's body, mixing with his cold blood.

She hugged her father's body tightly, as if she could pull him back from the abyss of death.

Zhao Lanshan's body was shaking violently, and her cries echoed in every corner of the operating room.

That cry reflected the dependence on his father since childhood, the moments of his companionship in life, and the devastation of losing the one he loved forever.

The two forensic doctors had basically completed the autopsy, and looking at the scene before them, they sighed silently and slowly stepped aside, leaving this sad space to the father and daughter who were separated by death.

Zhao Lanshan's crying became more and more mournful, echoing for a long time in the empty and silent operating room, as if telling of endless sorrow and longing.

Outside the operating room, the bodyguard who was responsible for protecting Zhao Qiankun that night heard Zhao Lanshan's grief-stricken cries. He knew that he could not escape accountability, so he huddled in the corner, trembling like a frightened bird.

Not long after, the door of the operating room creaked and was angrily pushed open by Zhao Lanshan, whose eyes were red from crying.

Her face was filled with grief and anger. She rushed forward, grabbed the bodyguard by the collar, and dragged him to the corner of the hospital corridor.

More than a dozen bodyguards stood to form a human wall, and two bodyguards stepped forward with a rude attitude to clear the area and drove away the patients' family members and medical staff who were watching the fun.

"Tell me! What the hell do you do for a living?"

Zhao Lanshan yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice becoming hoarse from excessive grief and anger, "My dad stabbed Jin Biao to death in the ward. There was so much noise and fighting, didn't you fucking hear it?"

"How could you let my father commit suicide after he stabbed Jin Biao to death? Huh? Speak now!"

Zhao Lanshan's eyes were wide open with rage burning in them, and she wished she could eat the bodyguard in front of her alive.

The bodyguard was grabbed by the collar and was frightened by the furious Zhao Lanshan to the point that he had difficulty breathing. His face was pale, his lips kept trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the ground along his cheeks.

"Miss, I..."