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"Doctor, it's okay. Please tell us honestly, what is the actual chance of success?"

The Central Hospital is located less than one kilometer away from Greenland Phase II.

In the special care ward, Fang Weiguo stood in the corner, gazing intently at the neurology chief physician who came to check on him.

"The situation was extremely dangerous this time. The fact that the patient was able to hold on shows that he has a strong will to live. As family members, we should maintain an optimistic and positive attitude."

"We just want to have a bottom line."

Pan Hui, who was standing next to him, chimed in.

After spending several life-or-death days in the ICU, Zhang Zhongquan was finally wheeled out alive.

However, his being alive is merely a medical condition.

Unable to speak, unable to move, and it is even unknown whether they have any self-awareness.

That's right.

It refers to the well-known vegetative state patient.

The old director, who was probably close to retirement, glanced at the hospital bed not far away, sighed slightly, and adjusted his glasses.

"From my professional perspective and past experience, although the patient's current condition may be hard to accept, there is still hope for improvement. There have been cases of recovery in clinical practice, so we should have confidence."

Doctors naturally have strict standards when they speak, and they will never make definitive statements.

Zhang Zhongquan's condition was not just unacceptable, but worse than death.

The term "vegetative state" should be understood by anyone with a little common sense.

Language barriers, mobility barriers, even hemiplegia are all acceptable, but the most severe case happened.

That's right.

Becoming a vegetative state patient is, in some ways, even more terrifying than death, both for the patient and for their family.

Death may be a temporary pain, but for the family, being in a vegetative state is a long period of mental torment.

For the patient, it's better to be unconscious. But if they are conscious, their body will become an eternal prison, trapping them inside, cutting them off from any communication with the outside world, leaving them only to hear the sound of time passing by, never to find release.

"Thank you."

Fang Weiguo was about to say something more, but was interrupted by his daughter.

"You're welcome."

The director left with the medical staff.

"What else is there to ask? They've already made it very clear."

Pan Hui whispered.

Fang Weiguo sighed with mixed feelings. Indeed, the director had made his meaning very clear just now, telling them to pray for a miracle.

"How is Maine supposed to live from now on?"

Fang Weiguo turned his head and looked at the woman sitting next to the hospital bed.

Today, Mai Encui didn't cry or make a fuss. She was unusually quiet, just sitting there staring blankly at her husband on the bed.

Pan Hui, who is also a mother, sympathized deeply, saying, "She still has to go to work and take care of her child, sigh..."

Let alone ordinary families, even insurance companies would have a headache if they encountered this situation.

Being in a vegetative state doesn't mean you can just lie there and be left alone. The continuous medical and care costs can drive a person crazy step by step.

Moreover, "a long illness reveals the lack of filial piety in children."

It's not just the economic pressure. One can manage for a month, two months, or a year, but what if it's ten or eight years?

"The child is fine, and her parents are still alive and can lend a hand. It's just that Zhang Zhongquan is like this, she..."

Fang Weiguo couldn't continue speaking.

He is a man, that's true. But he can't use his moral high ground to hold others hostage.

If he were lying there in that situation, he would rather die than be a burden to his family.

But life is often cruel, giving people no choice.

The ward was quiet. The only sounds were the operation of various medical instruments. Zhang Zhongquan had his eyes closed, finding it hard to believe that the guy who was lively and energetic just half a month ago was now lying there like a living dead.

Hospitals are places that can instantly make people realize the capriciousness of fate and perceive the true meaning of life.

"I don't know if they have insurance."

Insurance can only alleviate financial pressure, but it cannot change the family's heavy future.

"Go and try to persuade them. It's not good for them to just sit there like an idiot. It's good for them to go out and get some fresh air. Since it has already happened, there's no way to change it. People always have to look forward."

When he said this, Fang Weiguo himself felt he lacked confidence.

Pan Hui nodded and was about to go over, but Jiang Chen took the first step.

The Fang family all looked over.

“There’s a medical institution in Jiangcheng with better medical standards than in Shacheng, and they offer discounted treatment fees. If you’d like, you can send your person there.”

The Fang couple were filled with emotion.

Yes.

It's time for those grudges and grievances to return to dust.

The dazed Mai Encui reacted, slowly turning her head and looking at Jiang Chen's face at the foot of the bed, her eyes regaining their sparkle.

She shook her head, her hoarse voice like a rusty bicycle chain, making one's heart ache.

"You said you would give us justice."

Yes.

At that moment, she was probably not thinking about anything else; only one thought filled her mind.

revenge!

“Encui, since Jiang Chen has promised you, he will definitely not go back on his word. Jiangcheng’s medical level is indeed superior to that of Shacheng, and since there are preferential policies, why not go?”

Pan Hui helped persuade them.

Mai Encui gave a bleak smile, looking weak and listless.

"The living dead, let alone in Jiangcheng, even abroad, there is no way to deal with them."

Pan Hui remained silent.

Some illnesses simply cannot be cured even with money.

"Even if there's no other way, at least it can help ease your financial burden. Jiang Chen means well."

Fang Weiguo couldn't help but say.

“I know you all mean well, and I’m very, very grateful to you. Really. But right now I can’t think about anything else. I just want him to pay the price for turning him into this kind of person.”

As she finished speaking, Mai Encui unconsciously clenched her fists, revealing a hint of gritted teeth.

An emotional reaction is actually reassuring.

"Bah."

The ward door suddenly opened, attracting the attention of several people.

It wasn't medical staff who came in, but... Fu Zili.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan."

He held a bouquet of flowers, first greeted the Fang couple, then looked at Zhang Zhongquan on the hospital bed, remained silent, walked over, and placed the flowers on the bedside table.

"A piece of news has just happened in Shacheng."

Fu Zili straightened up and spoke.

Fang Weiguo looked puzzled.

news?

Hospitals are not places to listen to the news.

And nobody's in the mood for that right now.

Fu Zili ignored the atmosphere and continued in a neutral tone:
"Fan Wanli, chairman of Greenland Group, committed suicide by jumping off a building."

A thunderclap can be heard in the silence!

The Fang couple's expressions changed.

Fang Qing's eyes flickered, seemingly surprised, before she looked at someone.

The other person stared quietly at the distant relative on the bed, their face as still as water.

"what did you just say?"

Maientrae raised her head.

She didn't know Fu Zili, but whether she knew him or not didn't matter; as long as she could understand what he was saying, that was enough. "Fan Wanli jumped off a building, right next to Greenland Phase II."

Everyone heard it more clearly.

Fang Weiguo could not hide his shock.

Who is Fan Wanli? He is a star entrepreneur in Shacheng, a powerful business tycoon, a guest of honor of the leaders, and a formidable figure who frequently appears on Shacheng TV.

This person jumped off a building?

"how is the situation?"

"He jumped from the 33rd floor and died instantly."

Fang Weiguo was stunned.

"Xiao Jiang, is it..."

The coincidences were too great, and even Pan Hui couldn't help but make connections, her gaze shifting to the figure at the foot of the bed.

Fang Weiguo grabbed her arm, "Don't talk nonsense."

Pan Hui realized what was happening and immediately shut up.

"Is it confirmed as suicide?"

Fang Qing asked a question.

"After the incident, Greenland employees quickly called the police. The police arrived at the scene and immediately conducted an on-site investigation. The preliminary determination was that it was a suicide. The cause of the accident was due to substandard construction quality. The rooftop retaining wall was not completed and the materials used posed serious safety hazards. When Fan Wanli stepped on it, it collapsed, which led to this accident."

Fu Zili calmly and clearly recounted the whole story.

"Then that must be an accident. Why did you just say it was suicide?"

Fu Zili and Fang Qing exchanged a glance. "Hmm, maybe I misspoke earlier."

Was it an accident or suicide?

Fang Weiguo steadied himself, forcibly processing the news that Shacheng was like an earthquake, and couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

Zhang Zhong's cerebral hemorrhage and the Greenland Group chairman's fall from a building are both life-threatening, but their significance is completely different.

"The police have not yet made a definitive determination of what happened, as it has only been a short time since the incident, and they are still investigating."

"Ok!"

Pan Hui nodded and read aloud, "Such a big matter should indeed be investigated thoroughly. However, since he had an accident in his own project, and it was due to construction quality issues, wouldn't you consider this karma?"

Like mother, like daughter.

As a housewife, Pan Hui's reaction ability was not inferior. She managed to attribute the seemingly absurd coincidences to vague cause and effect.

Someone promised to give the kneeling mother and son justice just a few days ago, and it came true so quickly.

If this is considered Buddhist karma, then wouldn't that mean that someone is the supreme Tathagata?
"Yes, this is what they mean by 'those who do many evil deeds will surely perish'."

Fang Weiguo nodded in agreement, the couple working together seamlessly and in perfect harmony.

"Zili, your news comes at just the right time."

Fang Weiguo's gaze then shifted to Zhang Zhong's entire body on the hospital bed.

I don't know if he can hear me.

If I could hear it, I would find some comfort.

"Serves him right! That kind of scum deserves to die! Smash him to death! Smash him into a pile of minced meat!"

Mai Encui had no such scruples. Her face was flushed with a sickly redness. Just moments before, she had been completely disoriented, but now, as if she had been given a shot of adrenaline, she finally found an outlet for her emotions. She cursed loudly in the ward and stood up agitatedly from her chair.

But she's not wrong.

The description is apt.

Falling from such a height, the body is practically minced meat; nine times out of ten, tools are needed to clean up the corpse.

In the special care ward, there's no need to worry about disturbing other patients, and as for Zhang Zhongquan, there's even less to worry about.

No one stopped Maynard from venting.

"...There were people at the scene when the incident occurred."

After Mai Encui finished scolding, Fu Zili finally spoke, clearly indicating that the gift he brought today was not the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table.

"Is there anyone else?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Weiguo's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at the silent Jiang Chen, his brows furrowed, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

That's right.

worry.

But he was definitely overthinking it.

"Yes, there was another person on the rooftop with Fan Wanli. He was the only eyewitness to Fan Wanli's fall. His name is Zhou Shaohua."

Zhou Shaohua?
Maindry froze, then reacted even more dramatically, bursting into manic laughter.

That's the name of the property transfer agreement.

She'll never forget it!
"Retribution! This is retribution! Hahaha..."

As she laughed, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Encui, calm down, this is a hospital."

Pan Hui stepped forward to persuade her.

Fang Weiguo's brows relaxed, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What are you thinking about?

How could Xiao Jiang be that kind of person?

His brows relaxed, but Fang Qing, who was behind him, frowned instead.

This news was indeed quite exciting, catching her completely off guard.

"So, it turns out to be murder again?"

From suicide to accidents to murder...

Things changed way too fast.

As legal professionals, we are naturally more sensitive to the nature of events.

"Although there was a second person at the scene, it cannot be determined that it was a criminal case. The traces at the scene still point to an accident."

"I was just saying, how could a company CEO possibly go to the rooftop alone? Even if it wasn't murder, there's definitely something fishy about this."

Fang Weiguo, no longer holding back, began to speak freely: "This guy surnamed Zhou is definitely problematic. It's definitely right to arrest him and investigate him."

What does it mean to "mind your own business"?

This is a typical example.

"Zhou Shaohua didn't run away? He was taken away by the police at the scene?"

Fang Qing asked.

"Yes. He was still on the rooftop when the police went up."

“That means it probably doesn’t have much to do with him, otherwise he would have left before the police arrived,” Pan Hui, who was standing next to Mai Encui, said subconsciously.

Fu Zili remained silent.

“Mom, sometimes criminals take advantage of your mentality. In layman’s terms, it’s called ‘blind spot’. Some criminals not only don’t leave the scene, but they will also call the police, using human nature to get rid of suspicion.”

"That guy surnamed Zhou... could he possibly kill someone?"

"Whether it was him or not, he was there, so he can't escape responsibility for this."

Fang Weiguo said in an excited and powerful tone, "It really is a blessing from heaven that not a single one was spared."

Upon hearing this, Fang Weiguo's heart stirred unconsciously.

All right.

Why does it feel like these coincidences are getting more and more frequent?
just.

If it's not a coincidence, what an incredible method this is?

Is it really something that can be done by human power?
"Yes, God still has eyes."

Pan Hui nodded.

Mai Encui turned around, rushed to the bedside, grabbed Zhang Zhongquan's hand tightly, her face and eyes red.

"Did you hear that? Those who harmed you have received their retribution..."

Zhang Zhongquan remained motionless, only the cold ticking of the machine could be heard, and a single tear silently rolled down his cheek. (End of Chapter)