A guide to getting rich

Chapter 935
Bai Zhi was startled, and immediately asked: "Why? At least I can help a little by staying."

Dongfang Mu shook his head: "Whether this matter will end well or not, and what the ending will be, no one can say for sure. At that time, I'm afraid that Yan'er and I will not be able to distract you. If you don’t understand, why don’t you hurry up and leave tomorrow before the incident erupts.”

Bai Zhi shook her head: "No, it is impossible for me to watch you suffer here while I take refuge. This is not in line with my nature." In modern times, she was a medical aid in a war zone.

The war zone is full of dead bodies and the epidemic is serious. In such a situation, she has never frowned. Will she admit cowardice now?

Never!
"I won't leave, you won't leave, and I won't leave either. I'm a doctor, and I can't just watch the virus rampant and avoid running away. Besides, I suspect that this kind of poison will be transmitted through biting. If it can be transmitted, Grandpa, do you know what will happen in the end?"

Dongfang Mu was taken aback, not knowing how to answer the question.

Bai Zhi sighed, and raised her eyes to look at the dark cloud in the sky, just like her mood at the moment, her originally bright eyes were somehow stained with gloom, and her flat brows were frowned into a word Sichuan.

"At that time, there will be no safe place in Chu State. Grandpa, if you want to protect me and mother, then let me stay and help you overcome this difficulty together."

Dongfang Mu was very moved. The girl in front of her didn't look like a 13-year-old girl. At this age and with such courage, she was already a woman.

"Okay, okay, it really is the seed of my Dongfang family."

Bai Zhi's eyebrows brightened: "Grandpa agrees?"

Dongfang Mu nodded: "I agree, but your mother still has to be sent away. I don't worry about her being here."

Bai Zhi nodded, rolled her eyes, leaned forward, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I have a plan—"

However, within half a day, the news that Master Guan, the owner of Liu'an Hall, was seriously injured and passed away, flew into thousands of households in the capital city.

It also flew into the ears of that handsome young man.

Song Lang was playing with a piece of handkerchief in his hand, a small flower was simply shown on the corner of the handkerchief, it was not the flower beside it, it was the flower of Baizhi.

"Dead?" He raised his eyes and glanced at the old man.

The old man nodded, his eyes were calm: "I don't know if it's true or not."

"Have you sent someone to investigate?"

The old man said: "Send someone, they should be back soon."

After the words fell, footsteps came from the door, a young man poked his head and said to the old man, "Old Yuan, those who went out have returned."

Yuan Lao nodded: "Let him come in and answer."

It was a young man who was talking back and forth, in his early twenties, dressed in a white-washed blue shirt, with an ordinary face, the kind of ordinary that can't be found when thrown into the crowd, such a person is most suitable for snooping and disappearing.

The young man said: "Master, I heard that Mr. Guan was stabbed in the abdomen. When he was sent to Dongfang's house, the cotton padded clothes on his body were already soaked in blood. Although the injury was not critical, there was too much blood."

"You mean, he bled to death? Did you see the body?"

The young man nodded: "I saw the corpse, and his face was dry. It really looked like he had lost too much blood. The remaining grandson of the Guan family was also crying miserably. It doesn't look like a fake."

Song Lang stared at the young man, and said: "How come we couldn't find out any news before, so this meeting even saw people?"

(End of this chapter)