When Zhang Ziqing saw her father's expression, she screamed in fright.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Ziqing screamed and threw herself on her father.

Seeing Zhang Ziqing's terrified expression, Sheng Wan immediately turned and looked at Zhang Hongbo on the hospital bed.

Zhang Hongbo's entire face was purple, and although the color was not very dark, it was obvious that he was abnormal. He looked a little scary.

Although she was mentally prepared, Sheng Wan was still shocked.

"Dad, your face~"

Sheng Wan shouted in pretended surprise.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Ziqing stretched out her trembling hand and touched her father's face.

In fact, Zhang Ziqing already had a very bad premonition in her heart, but she kept trying to convince herself that it was not as she imagined.

The moment her fingers touched her father's face, Zhang Ziqing felt a temperature lower than normal reaching her fingertips.

At this time, more than an hour, almost two hours, had passed since Gao Peng poisoned the food.

In other words, Zhang Hongbo had been dead for more than an hour.

Although the air conditioner was on in the room and the temperature was not low, Zhang Hongbo's body temperature had dropped a lot in more than an hour.

Feeling the cold body temperature, Zhang Ziqing could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Dad, you...what happened? You were fine just now!"

Zhang Ziqing cried and hugged her father in her arms.

Zhang Hongbo fell into his arms without any reaction.

Sheng Wan had mixed feelings, including fear, self-blame, and a bit of joy.

Zhang Hongbo is dead, and the secret he knew will never be told to anyone again. Sheng Wan is really happy from the bottom of her heart.

But when she saw Zhang Ziqing crying so sadly, and thought about how Zhang Hongbo had treated her well, Sheng Wan felt so guilty that her heart was broken.

"Dad, are you okay? Dad..."

Sheng Wan pretended to put her hand under Zhang Hongbo's nose and felt it.

"Dad, how could this happen?" Sheng Wan cried.

Zhang Ziqing just kept crying heart-wrenchingly.

Zhang Ziqing really couldn't believe how her father, who looked so good just now, suddenly died.

Under this sudden blow, Zhang Ziqing was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

Sheng Wan was about to call a doctor, but then she thought that if the doctor came, he would definitely find out that something was wrong with Zhang Hongbo.

He immediately gave up the idea and hugged Zhang Ziqing and her father and cried loudly.

A nurse passing by heard crying in the ward and opened the door.

"What's wrong with the patient?" asked the young nurse.

Zhang Ziqing was crying so hard that she had no energy to answer the nurse.

Sheng Wan glanced at the nurse, then lowered her head and burst into tears.

When the nurse saw the two people hugging the patient and crying, she knew that something must have happened to the patient.

Rushed to the doctor's office.

The door of the ward was not closed, and the sound of Zhang Ziqing crying could be heard in Zhou Xinyao's ward opposite.

Zhou Xinyao vaguely heard the sound of crying and quickly stopped projecting Lijuan on the screen.

"Who is crying? Does it look like Ziqing?" Zhou Xinyao asked with a frown.

Lijuan immediately came to the door, and as soon as she opened it, she saw a group of doctors running hurriedly to the ward opposite.

After the door opened, Zhou Xinyao heard clearly that it was indeed Zhang Ziqing crying.

"Ziqing? What happened?"

Zhou Xinyao also thought of Zhang Hongbo and hurriedly got up and went downstairs.

"Sister Xinyao, please slow down."

Lijuan and two other little sisters came over to support Zhou Xinyao.

Before they reached the door of the ward opposite, they saw a group of doctors pushing beds outside.

Zhang Ziqing followed behind, holding onto the hospital bed, crying so hard that she could hardly stand up.

"Zi Qing, Zi Qing..."

Zhou Xinyao took a few quick steps and followed.

"Sister Xinyao, please slow down~"

Several young sisters followed closely and almost failed to catch up with Zhou Xinyao.

Zhang Hongbo was pushed into the emergency room.

Zhang Ziqing leaned against the wall at the door and cried uncontrollably.

Zhou Xinyao knew that even with a million words of silent comfort, it would not resolve the pain in Zhang Ziqing's heart.

He quietly came to Zhang Ziqing and gently held her in his arms.

Zhang Ziqing looked up at Zhou Xinyao, hugged her tightly, and burst into tears.

A few minutes later, the door of the emergency room opened and several doctors walked out with depressed looks on their faces.

Sheng Wan hurriedly went to meet him.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm so sorry, the patient is gone."

Everyone could predict this result. These doctors went through this process to comfort Sheng Wan and Zhang Ziqing. After all, they were VIP clients.

Sheng Wan then cried even louder to cover up his guilty conscience and also to make Zhang Ziqing feel that he was a qualified son-in-law.

"Mr. Sheng, please come over here."

The doctor patted Sheng Wan on the shoulder and said.

Sheng Wan guessed what the doctor wanted to say and suddenly became frightened.

Sheng Wan thought that if the doctor performed an autopsy, he would definitely find that Zhang Hongbo died of poisoning.

Then the police will get involved in the matter.

If Gao Peng and his friends leave any more clues, everything will be over.

Thinking of this, Sheng Wan felt like the sky was falling.

But in order to prevent others from noticing anything unusual, Sheng Wan pretended to be calm and followed the doctor to the office.

The doctor closed the door of the ward and looked at Sheng Wan in panic.

"Mr. Sheng, based on my many years of medical experience, your father-in-law's death is somewhat strange!"

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Wan pretended to be surprised.

"Did you give him any medicine?" the doctor asked.

Sheng Wan immediately shook her head.

"Have you offended anyone recently?" the doctor asked again.

Sheng Wan still shook her head.

"According to my preliminary inference, your father-in-law seems to have died of poisoning. Or..."

The doctor wanted to say that the patient might have died from a drug reaction, but he didn't dare to say more in order to avoid responsibility.

"Poisoned, no way? Maybe your people used the wrong medicine!" Sheng Wan screamed.

On the way to the ward, Sheng Wan had already made up her mind to fight back and insist that it was the hospital's responsibility. In this way, the hospital would definitely cooperate with her to deal with the matter in the shortest possible time.

"We can't have used the wrong medicine," the doctor said firmly.

"What's going on?" Sheng Wan asked in confusion.

"We don't know about that either. It could be a postoperative reaction. After all, your father-in-law's condition was already very serious, and there was a high probability of failure. Even if the operation was successful, unsatisfactory postoperative recovery could lead to death."

said the doctor.

"Oh~ I understand now. So the death was caused by the unsatisfactory postoperative results?"