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He secretly thought, if she passed away like this, wouldn't no one know about the evil things he had done?

He can continue to live a stable life and enjoy endless wealth and power.

However, just as he was immersed in this joy, he suddenly noticed the slightly trembling eyelashes under Wen Mian's closed eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to see Wen Mian's tenacity and vitality, as if she was silently fighting against death.

Zhang Huasheng stood at the door of the ward, having a fierce struggle in his heart.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, opened the door and walked in.

The air in the room was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant, which made his nose sore.

Wen Mian's face was pale on the hospital bed, her breathing was weak, and oxygen was delivered to her lungs through her nostrils.

Zhang Huasheng looked at her with mixed feelings in his heart.

He slowly stretched out his hand and touched the cold pipe with his fingertips.

Just when he was about to pull out the oxygen tube, a rush of footsteps broke the silence of the ward.

The doctor came with the nurse, their faces full of seriousness.

Zhang Huasheng's hand stopped in mid-air. He was shocked, but he quickly regained his composure.

He quickly adjusted his expression to look like a worried family member.

The door was pushed open, and doctors and nurses in white coats walked in.

"Doctor, you are here." Zhang Huasheng tried his best to sound natural, "How is she doing?"

The doctor glanced at the ward and his eyes stayed on Zhang Huasheng.

"Are you a family member of Wen Mian?" he asked.

Zhang Huasheng's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface. “Yes,” he replied, trying to sound as natural as possible.

The doctor did not answer immediately, but walked to the bed and carefully checked Wen Mian's condition.

Zhang Huasheng stood aside nervously, with blood seeping out from his forehead.

Zhang Huasheng looked at him nervously, fearing that he would be discovered.

He noticed that the doctor's brows were furrowed, obviously thinking about something.

Finally, the doctor raised his head and looked at Zhang Huasheng.

"The situation is a bit complicated." The doctor frowned and said, "We need to observe it for a while."

Zhang Huasheng breathed a sigh of relief, and he was secretly grateful for his wit just now.

He began to pretend to be Wen Mian's family member, asking the doctor various questions and pretending to be very concerned.

Wen Mian, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to everything outside.

Her eyes were closed and there was no expression on her face. Only the faint sound of breathing proved that she was still alive.

"I understand how you feel," the doctor said, "but sometimes, we need to face reality. We will try our best to treat, but no one can guarantee the outcome."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

He turned and left the ward, leaving Zhang Huasheng alone facing Wen Mian on the hospital bed.

Zhang Huasheng looked at her pale and helpless face with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that this decision might cost him a lifetime of guilt, but he still firmly believed that he had done the right thing.

Zhang Huasheng reached out to Wen Mian's oxygen tube again, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He thought in his mind that simply pulling out the oxygen tube didn't seem to be enough. In order to ensure that Wen Mian could no longer survive, he decided to pull out the infusion needle as well.

However, just when he was about to succeed, suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Chen Meiqi's figure appeared at the door. There was a hint of alertness and doubt in her eyes. (End of chapter)