Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

After being sent to the hospital, Fang Zhuo slowly woke up.

Jian Yunzhang did not wake up and was sent for treatment and examination.

Jian Muye called home.

Mu Yunzhu was sleeping soundly and had no reaction when she heard the news that someone had been found:

"found it?"

"You're not dead, are you?"

"If he's not dead, then he's not dead. It's getting late. I'm going to sleep."

Jian Muye: “…”

Not long after, Jian Yunzhang and Fang Zhuo both developed fever.

Lu Qian and Zhou Yi did not leave either, and stayed in the hospital to help take care of the patient.

Jian Yunzhang was old and had been in a coma with a high fever. He was sent to the intensive care unit at dawn.

Fang Zhuo was young after all, and he woke up after his fever subsided.

Seeing Jian Muye, Fang Zhuo almost burst into tears:

"Mr. Jian, I want to go back to you, please save me."

If he continued to follow Jian Yunzhang, Fang Zhuo was afraid that he would end up in jail or be killed.

He was really close to freezing to death.

The feeling of freezing to death is so uncomfortable. The body becomes colder and colder, even the blood in the body is cold. It seems that all the bones in the body are frozen, and they will crack like icicles if you tap them lightly.

"Boss Jian, please, let me come back to you. I will serve you like a slave."

Jian Muye winked and asked Lu Qian and Zhou Yi to go out first.

After the two left, Jian Muye personally poured Fang Zhuo a glass of warm water.

Fang Zhuo drank it all in one breath, looking at Jian Muye with pleading and cautious eyes.

"Mr. Jian, do you have anything you want to ask?"

Jian Muye: "What are you doing in the southern suburbs?"

A look of embarrassment crossed Fang Zhuo's face, and then he started coughing violently.

It's not that he's pretending, he really has a cold and acute pneumonia. Now he's gasping for breath every time he speaks.

"What are you going to do in the southern suburbs?" Jian Muye asked again.

Fang Zhuo knew that if he didn't tell the truth, his chances of returning to Jian Muye would be zero.

"Director Jian burned some things."

"what?"

"A license plate, some other... documents, and a car."

I don't know what material the fake license plate is made of, but it's now a pile of garbage.

Jian Muye closed his eyes, stopped asking, and said coldly:

"Okay, when you are discharged from the hospital, report to me."

Fang Zhuo's face lit up with joy: "Really? But what if Director Jian won't let me go?"

After saying this, he started coughing violently again.

Jian Muye said, "If I told you to go to my place, just go directly. I'll talk to Director Jian."

Fang Zhuo wanted to kneel down to him:

"Thank you, Mr. Jian. I will definitely change my ways and be a good person in the future. I will never cause you any trouble again."

"And Mr. An, I will never do anything to let Mr. An down again."

Jian Muye just asked him to have a good rest and then left the ward.

Until noon the next day, Jian Yunzhang was still in danger.

Mu Yunzhu and Ye Luoer finally arrived at the hospital.

"What happened? Why did he suddenly die?" Mu Yunzhu was dressed very luxuriously, with little concern on her face. She was too lazy to even look at Jian Yunzhang.

He just fanned his nose with his hand in disgust:

"This hospital smells too bad. Why did you choose such a hospital for your dad? Are the medical skills good enough?"

Jian Muye was speechless for a while: "Don't you want to know what's going on with my dad?"

Mu Yunzhu then asked:

"What happened to him? Was he in a car accident or did he have a seizure?"

Jian Muye did not hide anything:

"He and Fang Zhuo were stripped of their down jackets and tied up in the woods outside the city from the afternoon until midnight."

"He almost froze to death."

Mu Yunzhu was startled and her face turned pale:

"Who is so cruel?"

"Who did it?"

Jian Muye was very satisfied that his mother was finally scared:

"you guess."