Mistakenly provoked a male god: sweet spoiled wife 99 times

Chapter 1101 Love is like an enemy (81)

There was a crowd of people at the door of the operating room of Jiangchuan Hospital. Song Zhiheng and Luo Xiwei had no idea what happened.

The door of the operating room was full of people, no matter what the doctor explained and the nurses chased him away, the onlookers still refused to disperse.I saw them forming a circle, discussing something one after another.

"Let me just say, there was so much blood on my body when I was sent to the hospital, I definitely couldn't survive. Look, I guessed right, right?" A middle-aged man said to the middle-aged woman beside him.

"It's a pity to pass away at such a young age!" A middle-aged woman said to the onlookers beside her.

"That's right! How could he let his parents have a white-haired man and a black-haired man?" The uncle next to the middle-aged woman said.

"It's really worrying. It is said that he is a young talent! He seems to be... the president of a big company!" said a man in his early thirties.

"Not only that! He is a rich second generation! He has inherited hundreds of millions of dollars! It is a pity that he was beaten to death for nothing now! His parents have not had time to come over, if They knew that such an excellent son of theirs had died, and they really didn't know how to feel sad." An old man over half a century old said.

"That's right! Who did this? It's too cruel! I beat people to death!" An old lady said while shedding tears, "I haven't even lost my gray hair yet. The handsome young lad just went..."

Luo Xiwei and Song Zhiheng were stunned all of a sudden!How could Song Zhiheng not be able to face the reality that Park Zhihao died as soon as he came to the hospital because the rescue was ineffective?Park Zhihao is dead, so what kind of punishment should he face?Song Zhiheng's heart was in a mess, he had never been so anxious and helpless before.He eagerly pushed his way through the crowd, and finally saw the person lying on the cold operating table covered with a white cloth.

"This... is this dead?" Song Zhiheng asked the person next to him.

"That's right! It's said that he was beaten to death." The old lady wept uncontrollably, "What a nice guy! After all, it's that unqualified person who beat people to death if he didn't rob money. If he hadn't suddenly suffered from asthma at that time, he wouldn't have been the opponent of the murderer, and he wouldn't have lost his life!"

"What did you say? Stealing money?" Song Zhiheng was confused, "Murder if you fail to rob money?"

"Yes!" Seeing that the old lady was sobbing and speechless, a middle-aged woman next to her continued, "He was on a business trip to Africa to discuss business, and he happened to meet a fellow from Jiangchuan in Africa. He saw that The fellow was so poor that he could hardly eat, so he kindly helped him. After returning to Jiangchuan, the two happened to meet again. The fellow asked to borrow 1000 million when he saw that he was good and rich, but he refused. So he beat him. At that time, he had an asthma attack, and he had no ability to fight back at all, so he was beaten to death by the fellow. When he was sent to the hospital, his body was covered in blood, and there was no way to save him. "

Song Zhiheng's heart suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope. So, the person covered by the white cloth here is not Park Zhihao who was beaten up by him just now, but someone else?He finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

(End of this chapter)