Chapter 128 - Zhao Mingjiang Died with Hatred (1/2)

Chapter 128 (Is Life Always This Hard) Zhao Mingjiang Died with Hatred

The night was getting deeper and deeper. A gust of cloudy wind beat against the car windows which consequently rustled. Rainstorm would occur before the thunder. Two police cars rushed to the hospital in the dark.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, a sudden ringing of his mobile phone rang. Zhao Yuan suddenly hit a nerve. He looked at the name of Zheng Zihuan on his mobile phone. A burst of uncertainty surged in his heart. He stared at the screen and dared not answer the phone.

Lin Wenxi took his cell phone and answered. He looked at Zhao Yuan blankly and his tears rushed down. When Hong Xuan saw the situation, he took several policemen to find the security guards of the hospital and immediately blocked the scene.

Zhao Yuan numbly took over the mobile phone. Inside it was Zheng Zihuan’s desperate voice calling, “He’s gone. Mingjiang, is gone…”

What awaited Zhao Yuan was a death notice and a cold body. When Zhao Yuan left a few hours ago, he still held the hand of the body, which was still warm.

“Was he peaceful when he has gone?” Zhao Yuan stared straight at one of the nurses with no tears in his eyes.

“He was quiet and painless.” The nurse looked at the child with pity, who got up early early and slept late to accompany his own father.

“We sometimes wish you a good sleep.” The nurse added when she left in tears.

Lin Wenxi stood beside Zhao Yuan with a dull look. When Zhao Mingjiang woke up, he took his hand with all his strength. He knew that Zhao Mingjiang had a lot to say, but he could not. All the warmth in his hands had not yet dissipated.

Zheng Zihuan had fainted. Several doctors were carrying out temporary rescue not far away. A cart rushed over and transported Zheng Zihuan to the operating room. Everything seemed in chaos.

The police quickly intervened, isolating the crowd, busily collecting fingerprints, shoe prints, and the forensic doctors kept making analysis notes.

“The cause of death is unknown, but it should be related to the pipe that was unplugged.”

“What is this?” There are white spots on the rubber of the nozzle, like something hard hitting.

“There were only the footprints of the caregivers. There is no sign of forcible entrance to the door and of the struggling before the deceased’s death.”

“The line has dropped. Why didn’t there be a buzzing alarm?”

“To get the surveillance video.”

Everybody was busy inside. Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan sat side by side. After a while, Hong Xuan came over and gently patted Zhao Yuan on the shoulder. “Restrain your grief.”

“Was no one found…” Lin Wenxi asked.

“There is no trace at all.” Hong Xuan sighed. He shook his head and dialed a number.

It was not until Zheng Zihuan stumbled out of the ward that Zhao Yuan got up to help him sit down. They were taken to the police for questioning and recording.

Zheng Zihuan was in a very good state of mind at night. Unexpectedly he suddenly lost consciousness and sank into oblivion. When he woke up again, he found the red pipe connecting Zhao Mingjiang’s lifeline was pulled out and held tightly in Zhao Mingjiang’s hand. Zhao Mingjiang’s face was calm as if he had fallen asleep. In Zheng Zihuan’s panic call, all the nurses and doctors rushed to transport Zhao Mingjiang and rescued him. At about 3 a.m., they declared the rescue ineffective and that he was dead.

“When I’m not awake, it seemed like… It seemed that a pair of hands poked through the door…”

“What did you do before you fainted?”