Dead?

Is Ni Yan dead?

Old Mrs. Zheng's face turned pale in an instant, "Sister Fu, what are you talking nonsense?"

The surroundings are quiet.

It was like someone pressed the pause button, the atmosphere was so weird that it was terrifying.

Ni Cuihua looked at Fusao Fu, and a stiff curve was pulled up at the corner of her mouth, "Fu, Fusao Fu, don't joke."

Zheng Lingling held her face and said, "Sister-in-law Fu! What are you talking nonsense in the early morning? Is it bad luck or not!"

A proud look flashed through Zheng Xianjing's lowered eyes.

She knew that Mrs. Fu was not kidding.

Finally dead.

This bitch Ni Yan finally died!

If the scene wasn't right, she even wanted to laugh a few times.

Mrs. Fu was trembling all over. She knew how important Ni Yan’s location in this home was. “Yes, it’s true. Miss Yanyan, I’m really out of breath…”

"Bang!" The cup in Ni Cuihua's hand fell directly to the ground and ran upstairs.

Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng immediately followed Ni Cuihua.

"My mom and dad, you guys are slow. Maybe it's Mrs. Fu made a mistake! Yanyan just fell asleep." Zheng Lingling held the old lady Zheng's arm and quietly winked Zheng Xianjing.

Zheng Xianjing immediately stood up and ran to Mr. Zheng, "Grandpa, please wait."

Shangguan Dehui walked from the other side and saw that something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Yanyan has an accident." said Mrs. Fu.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Dehui's face changed, he followed everyone's footsteps and ran upstairs, "What's wrong with Yanyan?"

No one answered Shangguan Dehui's words.

Because they don't know how to answer.

"It's okay, Yanyan must be fine." Ni Cuihua seemed to be muttering this sentence.

Ni Yan's room is on the third floor, and the door is open.

Ni Cuihua rushed in quickly, "Yanyan! Yanyan!"

Then there was a sad cry, "Yanyan! What's wrong with you? Yanyan, please open your eyes and look at your mother!"

"Yanyan!" Old Master Zheng and Old Mrs. Zheng were also confused.

Ni Yan lay on the bed, her face pale.

Shangguan Dehui stretched out his index finger and stumbled on the tip of her nose, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

No breathing anymore!

She didn't breathe anymore!

Shangguan Dehui's feet softened and he sat directly on the ground, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Zheng Lingling looked at Ni Yan, her eyes full of uncovered vicious expressions.

She doesn't have to hide her emotions at all now. Everyone in this room is immersed in pain. Who will notice her if she has time?

Dr. Jiang said Ni Yan should not be underestimated.

In her opinion, Ni Yan is just like that!

Zheng Xianjing stood beside Zheng Lingling and whispered: "Mom, is she really dead?"

"I'll go and have a look." Zheng Lingling walked to the bed, imitating Shangguan Dehui's appearance and put her index finger in front of Ni Yan's nose.

No breathing.

There is really no breathing.

It's so great!

Zheng Lingling winked at Zheng Xianjing.

Zheng Xianjing nodded, knelt down, and cried, "Yanyan! Yanyan, what's wrong with you? Yanyan!"

Zheng Lingling wiped her tears and said, "Yanyan will definitely be fine! Sister Fu, go and call Dr. Jiang over!"

Ni Yan is very cunning. What if he is killed by blowing him up?

So Dr. Jiang has to come over to confirm.

Zheng Lingling is a very cautious person.

"Okay! I'll go now!" Mrs. Fu immediately ran out in panic.

The Zheng family was in chaos. Zheng Suyu didn't sleep well last night, so she woke up a little late this morning. She pulled a servant at home and asked, "What's wrong with the family?"

The servant's face looked very bad, "You will know if you go to Miss Yanyan's room."

Zheng Suyu felt an ominous premonition in her heart and walked upstairs with her foot.

Dr. Jiang had arrived. She sat down to the edge of the bed, pressed Ni Yan with a stethoscope, and sighed and said, "Tingting, Dehui, let's be sad."

Hearing Dr. Jiang's words, Zheng Lingling finally let go of her hangover.

When Zheng Suyu came in, she happened to hear this sentence.

Suddenly, her mind was blank.

Sacrifice?

Why should we mourn?

Zheng Suyu's eyes looked along the bed and saw Ni Yan, who was pale and silent.

Ni Yan...

Dead?

Zheng Suyu was shocked, and her blood flowed backwards. She staggered several steps and finally fell to the ground.

She killed Ni Yan!

She killed Ni Yan!

Zheng Suyu opened her mouth, and her throat was hard and she couldn't make any sound.

She never thought of killing Ni Yan.

What's going on?

Didn’t Zheng Lingling say that wasn’t a poison?

Why did Ni Yan die?

Why?

Layers of sweat emerged from Zheng Suyu's back spine, covering her face with her hands and crying in silence.

Hearing this, Ni Cuihua cried out, "No! My Yanyan is fine! She just fell asleep!"

Old Mrs. Zheng fainted directly.

Dr. Jiang quickly gave first aid measures to Mrs. Zheng.

Mr. Zheng stood beside the bed, and he was stunned, and he was like a body with a soulless body.

"Mom! Mom! Are you okay?" Seeing that Old Mrs. Zheng fell down, Zheng Lingling was worried to death.

Zheng Xianjing was busy persuading Ni Cuihua.

The small bedroom was filled with sadness.

Zheng Lingling cried and said, "Mom, you must not have anything to do! Even if Yanyan is gone, you still have Xianjing and you still have all the same! They are all your granddaughters!"

Under the rescue of Dr. Jiang, Old Mrs. Zheng slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes gradually became turbid and were filled with sad expressions, "Yanyan! Yanyan..."

She couldn't believe that Ni Yan left her and this home.

What's going on?

Is she dreaming?

Shangguan Dehui stabilized his body, looked at Dr. Jiang, and asked, "Doctor Jiang, what is the disease of Yanyan? Why did he leave so urgently?"

Dr. Jiang sighed, "It is sudden cardiac death. There will be signs of this disease one to three days before, such as sleepy, pale face, fatigue and other symptoms."

Zheng Suyu grabbed the carpet under her.

She remembered very clearly that Ni Yan had these symptoms when she drank those medicines.

She really killed Ni Yan.

It's really her.
To be continued...