Chapter 883 He Can't Do It

ential scholars in the United States.He is an expert in the field of archaeology. It is said that he has conducted countless archaeological excavations in his life, and the number of world-class artif..."Yan Wuque chuckled and said, "Grandpa, didn't you say I wasn't careful enough and lacked experience This time, I thought of a foolproof plan. I set a trap for Wang Qiuyang. If you really do this, it will be a dead end for Ye Fan. Coupled with my efforts, he absolutely can't escape. And I believe we'll have an answer soon."

Yan Xiaoti watched his grandson's determined expression. He didn't speak, but continued to write on the blank paper. This time, was Wu Que right or wrong

Wang Qiuyang kept chewing over the meaning of Young Master Yan's last words. This matter had something to do with Xiaoyang, and for himself, it was just a small favor. Why did that young master have to be so resolute Why did he swear in front of him Why didn't he just say it clearly Was there something unspoken What was he trying to say

A series of questions flashed through Wang Qiu Yang's mind, his heart was in turmoil. However, there was one thing he knew for sure: some things Young Master Yan couldn't say over the phone. This was what they called something that could only be understood but not spoken. But what exactly made him so certain that he could definitely put Ye Fan to death

Suddenly, Wang Qiuyang felt a chill in his hand. He looked up in surprise and almost gasped in shock. It turned out that Xiaoyang was actually wetting the bed.

Looking at him still excitedly playing with the water in front of him, Wang Qiuyang suddenly felt a wave of sadness. He remembered what the old doctor said, he had regressed to the intelligence level of a one or two-year-old child. And a one or two-year-old child can't even control their bladder, worse still, he no longer has that thing, so there is no hope for him to have offspring. What's the point of living like this If it were himself, it would be better to die, end it all.

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through Wang Qiuyang's mind. Young Master Dieyan said that something related to Xiao Yang was just a trivial matter for him. Could it be that the Young Master Dieyan asked him to do something that could make Ye Fan die, which was to kill Xiao Yang

Wang Qiuyang shuddered uncontrollably, a bone-chilling coldness spreading through his entire body.

He finally knew why Young Master Yan had been so secretive, and why he'd sworn that oath. But, was he really going to kill Xiao Yang

Wang Qiuyang's heart was bleeding. Xiaoyang's whole body, even his lower body, was messed up by Ye Fan. If Xiaoyang died during the hospital treatment, it would be none other than Ye Fan's fault. Even with the Dragon Medal, if Young Master Yan intervened, he would still die.

This is indeed a foolproof plan, but... can I bring myself to do such a thing

Wang Xiaoyang suddenly put his hand, which was already soaked in his own urine, into his mouth and kept laughing. The tube that was giving him medicine on his body trembled, and from time to time some urine splashed onto Wang Qiuyang.

No longer could Wang Qiuyang bear to see his son like this. Perhaps, death was another form of liberation for him.

Wang Qiuyang's body trembled as he slowly reached out to the intravenous tube. He remembered what the old doctor had said just before he left, "Little Yang, there's a lot of bleeding from your lower body. If we don't give you some platelets immediately, he could die from excessive bleeding all over his body."

Wang Qiuyang finally managed to grasp the intravenous line with difficulty. He trembled, slowly pulling out the needle attached to a bag of platelets. By now, tears streamed down his face.

Suddenly, while playing on his bed, Wang Xiaoyang felt a dizziness and blurry vision. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as if he might fall asleep at any moment. Seeing this, Wang Qiuyang wept silently, two lines of tears blurring everything around him.

"Boss, everything is in place. Mu Chun received a call saying that Xiao Yang was bullied, so he decided to rush over overnight. He will bring a team of people to suppress the mob. They should arrive by daybreak tomorrow."

Xiao Zhou suddenly rushed in, his face full of excitement. Although he had expected that Wang Muchun would probably set off immediately after hearing that the boss was transferring him.

But Xiao Zhou was overjoyed to hear that Wang Muchun was actually going to deploy an entire battalion of soldiers. An entire battalion, that's hundreds of people! The fact that Wang Muchun was willing to go to such lengths showed just how important the boss was to him. Xiao Zhou knew that Wang Muchun's men were equipped with the most advanced weaponry. Hundreds of regular troops facing off against a single person... it wasn't even like playing a game anymore.

However, when Xiao Zhou walked to the ward and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

He saw the boss actually removing the needle from Xiaoyang's intravenous drip.

Doesn't he know that Xiaoyang's body is very weak and only maintained by blood transfusions If the needle was pulled out by him, would Xiaoyang still have a chance to survive

Especially seeing Xiaoyang's eyes already visibly white, Xiao Zhou was even more terrified. He shouted, "Boss, don't!" Saying that, Xiao Zhou recklessly rushed forward, snatched the needle from Wang Qiuyang's hand, and quickly inserted it into the bag of platelets.

It’s alright, he finally arrived in time. Xiaoyang’s agitation subsided, his face instantly recovered, and he looked around dazedly before continuing to play with the toy he had strewn on the bed.

"Boss, you can't be so careless anymore, you'll kill Xiaoyang," Xiao Zhou still thought it was Wang Qiuyang who accidentally pulled out the intravenous catheter. He patted his heart in fear and said.

But after a long while, Zhou Xiao didn't hear his boss speak. Feeling strange, he turned back and saw his boss with tears streaming down his face.

The boss seems to have turned completely white overnight.

But he, however, saw tears constantly streaming down his boss's face, but his hand still trembled as it reached for the blood platelet needle hanging above his bed.

Xiao Zhou was dumbfounded. It turned out his boss had intentionally pulled it out.

But why, Xiaoyang But he's his own son! Xiao Zhou usually respects his boss very much, but he couldn't just stand by and watch the boss make a mistake. So he went up to stop him, but was caught by Wang Qiuyang.

Wang Qiuyang’s eyes were already brimming with tears as he looked at Xiao Zhou and said, "Do you think I would bear to watch Xiaoyang die Am I so heartless that I wouldn't even spare my own son"

"Then, boss, why..."

"I can't bear to see Xiaoyang doing this to himself, drinking his own urine. Can you feel the pain I'm going through watching him do this It's like living death."

"But after all, it's a living human life." If it were anyone else, Xiao Zhou might not have such feelings. But he treated Xiaoyang as his younger brother, and watching Xiaoyang die right before his eyes, he couldn't do it.ary person withstand his iron fist"Take this punch!"Iron Bear roared, then swung his fist toward Fatso. He didn't believe in luck this time; he used all his strength, and he didn't believe Fatso could...