Chapter 10, Ah, someone wants to kill Xiaoting.

Chapter 10, Ah, someone wants to kill Xiaoting.

Yun Yang's mind went blank.

How could I suddenly get sick?

She didn't dare to delay and quickly walked out.

As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory building, I immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the entire Xiaoyuan Garden was off.

At this time of day, the manor is usually quiet, but you can always see bodyguards patrolling leisurely and servants working at a leisurely pace.

But now, a palpable tension permeates the air.

Like a precision instrument about to explode due to overload, each person is a string stretched to its limit.

Yunyang's heart was racing faster and faster because of the atmosphere.

What happened? What serious illness has Fu Xiaoting contracted?

The bodyguard stopped at the door of the master bedroom and pushed open the heavy door.

"Go in, the master is inside."

Yun Yang took a deep breath and walked in with heavy steps, as if she were going to the execution ground.

The bedroom was brightly lit.

Fu Xiaoting lay in the middle of the large bed.

His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat, and a few strands of black hair, damp with sweat, clung messily to his smooth forehead.

His usually pursed lips, which were always pressed into a straight line, were now bloodless and slightly parted, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

Even in his frail state, tormented by illness, his handsomeness remained undiminished.

Instead, it added a sense of fragility to his life that he would never normally experience.

Yunyang stared at him blankly.

Wow, who can tell Xiaoting and Daiyu apart now?

Beside the bed, an elderly doctor in a white coat, with gray hair, was holding a stethoscope and moving it solemnly over the patient's abdomen.

Next to the doctor stood a young female nurse, holding a tray, her fingertips gripping the edge of the tray tightly, turning white.

The room was eerily quiet, with only Fu Xiaoting's slightly rapid breathing being heard.

Yun Yang's gaze fell on Fu Xiaoting's painfully curled-up abdomen, and a terrible thought suddenly rushed into her mind.

stomach ache?

Could it be that he got a stomachache from eating her cooking?

Really?

Could I really be that unlucky?

She ate it herself and was perfectly fine.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

In an instant, a hundred ways to die flashed through Yun Yang's mind.

Anna was punished simply for disturbing her husband's sleep.

Will Butler Jujiro just chop her up and feed her to the big wolfhounds kept in the back mountain of Owl Garden?

Just as she was lost in thought, the old doctor by the bedside put away his stethoscope.

Then he stretched out his old, withered hand and gently pressed Fu Xiaoting's stomach.

"Sir, does it hurt here?"

Fu Xiaoting did not answer, but only let out a painful groan, his body arching even more.

The old doctor's expression grew increasingly solemn.

He repeatedly pressed and examined Fu Xiaoting's abdomen, his brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly.

His expression made it seem as if Fu Xiaoting's stomachache wasn't just a simple ache, but that he was about to pass away.

Yun Yang's heart was in her throat, and her palms were sweating with nervousness.

The old doctor examined her for a long time, his expression growing increasingly strange.

From solemnity to confusion, and then to a sudden realization.

He seemed to have finally discovered the key to the problem, cleared his throat, and was about to deliver the diagnosis.

At this critical moment.

The young nurse, who had been standing quietly beside the doctor like a background figure, suddenly had a cold glint in her eyes.

Without warning, she pulled a gleaming scalpel from the pocket of her nurse's uniform and plunged it viciously into the abdomen of the old doctor next to her!

"Pfft—"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

The old doctor lowered his head, staring incredulously at the scalpel handle.

Fresh blood was gushing out from the cut, instantly staining his white coat red.

The nurse, with a morbidly fanatical expression, leaned close to the old doctor's ear, her voice cold and resolute:

"I'm sorry, Dr. Zhang."

"I'm an undercover agent. I've waited too long for this moment. I can't let you save him!"