After getting the address, she left quickly.
“Tang Chen, he…”Lin Wanwan looked at Lu Zhanbei in a daze. Her tone was slightly trembling.
“I will continue to search.”
She wanted to see him alive, but she wanted to see his corpse dead.
Lin Wanwan took a deep breath. “Sister Zhiyi is right. There’s still hope. He must still be alive. Definitely!”
Lu Zhanbei put his arm around her shoulder. His expression was unusually gloomy.
In fact, they were all very clear that the chances of Tang Chen surviving were very slim.
Even if he was still alive at that time, after being buried for so long, he should have suffocated and died long ago.
Finding the corpse was only a matter of time.
Lin Wanwan braced herself. “Lu Zhanbei, you’re tired too. Quickly go and rest.”
“Okay.”
Lin Wanwan watched as Lu Zhanbei went upstairs. Her vision gradually blurred.
That God of plague Tang who always liked to tease her and always helped her..
He was no longer here.
Lin Wanwan sat for a long time before she calmed down slightly. She thought of Lu Zhanbei’s injury. She brought the medical kit upstairs and came to the bedroom door. Through the half-open door, she saw that he was looking at the wall. She didn’t know what he was thinking.
Suddenly..
Bang!
Like a spring being pressed to the limit, it rebounded violently. Lu Zhanbei punched the wall, making a muffled sound.
A flower of blood bloomed on the White Wall.
It was as if he couldn’t feel the pain. He lowered his head. His messy hair blocked his good-looking eyebrows, but it couldn’t hide the frustration on his face and a hint of pain that he endured.
“Lu Zhanbei, everything is your fault! You’re too conceited!”
He thought that he had everything under control, but this time, he miscalculated.
He had lost, miserably.
Lu Zhanbei stood up straight. He had just taken a step when his body, which was already overworked, swayed. Fortunately, Lin Wanwan, who had rushed in, caught him in time and silently helped him to the bed.
“This is not your fault.”
She knew that the pain in Lu Zhanbei’s heart was no less than his.
Lu Zhanbei didn’t have many friends. Tang Chen was one of them.
She was very afraid that he would become depressed because of guilt and self-blame.
Lu Zhanbei raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face. “Silly Girl.”
It was not that he could not accept failure. He just regretted not listening to Tang Chen’s suggestion and letting him lure out the mastermind behind the scenes.
“I’m fine. Help me apply the medicine.”
His tone was calm, as if the loss of composure just now was just an illusion.
Lin Wanwan opened the medical kit and applied the medicine on him.
She could still treat the injuries on his face and hands, but the fracture on his right arm could only be called Gao Yang over.
After bandaging the wound, Lu Zhanbei fell asleep.
Lin Wanwan stood by the bed and looked at his furrowed brows even in his sleep.
After a long while, she left the bedroom and picked up the phone to call Shen Zhiyi.
“Sister Zhiyi.”
Shen Zhiyi knew what she wanted to ask. “I’ve already applied for annual leave from the hospital. My Dad has also informed them. I’ll be leaving in an hour. If there’s nothing important, don’t contact me.”
Lin Wanwan could not stop her. She could only give her blessings.
“I hope that when you return, you can bring us good news.”
“I will.”
Lin Wanwan returned to the bedroom and lay beside Lu Zhanbei. She held his hand.
Tang Chen, you must survive.
..
After Lu Zhanbei handed over the evidence, the joint organization held an international meeting and sent elder Yun to prison.
With the support of the higher-ups, the truth spread very quickly.
“Dong Chen is avenged, the murderer is someone else!”Quickly made the headlines.
Fortunately, Elder Yun’s nails buried in Dong Chen only mixed cancer-causing drugs in the latest batch of products, so there were not many victims.
