Kapitel 135: Chapter 134 vaguely felt that something was wrong, but could not tell

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The doctor put pressure on He Ruoxue's legs, saying, "Your secretions have choked the spider to death. You seem to have a lot of artificial chemicals in your bloodstream. Do you often use drugs? Drugs that can stimulate a man's sexual passion?"

He Ruoxue was stunned. She did not expect the doctor to know what she had been doing.

This was why Lu Zifan lusted after her. Lu Zifan was fascinated with He Ruoxue because she had been using drugs to stimulate his senses.

She did not expect that the smell of the drugs inn her body would kill the spider after she fainted on the hospital bed.

"Your body absorbed the spider's venom," the doctor continued. "I have reason to believe that the venom has flowed to your chest. You must have your breasts removed, or your life will be in danger."

He Ruoxue felt that something was wrong with the doctor's explanation, but she could not tell what it was. She blacked out again.

Unknown to He Ruoxue, the nurse came in while she was blacked out. Using twenty needles, the nurse poked He Ruoxue's buttocks until she started bleeding.

She woke up in pain to find that she had been hung upside down. He Ruoxue could smell blood in the air, and was aghast to find that blood was flowing out of her legs.

Could she have bought a fake black widow? This kind of venomous spider was said to be fatal. It died inside her body and now she was bleeding. He Ruoxue's heart broke, thinking that she had been infected with the spider's venom.

"Ah, let me down, let me go." He Ruoxue struggled as she tried to free herself.

"If you say so," the doctor said as he untied He Ruoxue's feet.

He Ruoxue fell from mid-air, hitting her head on the ground. Her head bled from the impact and she fainted on the spot.

"Tie her up," the doctor said in a low voice.

Han Beicheng, whho was standing by the door, grabbed the rope. He dragged He Ruoxue away, and kicked her into the stinking ditch.

Han Beicheng's phone rang and he set off to leave. "Stay with her," he said to the bodyguard who came with him.

Han Beicheng was greeted by the sight of saw Qiao Hanye sitting by the bed, holding a bowl of medicine. The master lifted He Lanjin's body, forced the medicine into her mouth, and wiped the corner of her mouth with his fingertips.

"Little Jin, you must be strong. I don't want anything to happen to you." Qiao Hanye's voice was dark and hoarse. His eyes were locked on her little face, afraid that he would miss her every expression.

He Lanjin's eyes were shut tight as if she was in a deep sleep.

"Young Master, give the medicine some time to circulate in her blood," Shangguan Zhi said as he took the bowl of medicine from Qiao Hanye.

Qiao Hanye laid He Lanjin back on the bed. He got up and walked out of the room, followed by Han Beicheng. "Speak," Qiao Hanye said coldly as soon as he was alone with Han Beicheng.

"We found out that it was He Ruoxue who instigated that old woman to make the young Madam marry her dead son in the underworld," Han Beicheng reported. "That was why she used that recipe. She wanted the young Madam to be buried alive with her dead son."

Qiao Hanye's slender fingers clenched into fists and his eyes turned as cold as ice. "A ghost marriage?"

Han Beicheng felt Qiao Hanye's anger as the master spoke those three words. It was as if he wanted to destroy the world.

"Yes," Han Beicheng replied in a low voice.

Qiao Hanye turned around and gave Han Beicheng a cold glance. His voice was terrifyingly deep as he said, "Then let him go."

"Yes," Han Beicheng answered respectfully.

Qiao Hanye pushed the door open and reentered the room. His voice was very soft, not wanting to startle He Lanjin.

Without turning his head, Qiao Hanye said, "Let Nan Feng go."

Nan Feng's head injury caused him to be cold and violent at one point, and sweet and childish the next. However, Nan Feng never forgot a grievance. Anyone who hurt him or his master would surely not live to see the day. One could only imagine what Nan Feng would do to He Ruoxue the next time he saw her...

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Ps: IT'S MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL It's the annual mid-autumn festival reunion again, but unfortunately, i... ... Wish you all a happy mid-autumn festival, a reunion, and happiness ...

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