The White-eyed Wolves I Personally Raised Are All Coveting My Legacy

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Si Yang panted and clasped the secretary's hand, "Close the door...and drive!"

"Yes, yes, drive quickly and go to the hospital." The secretary panicked.

Si Yang was panting too badly. It was obvious that he had relapsed from a serious illness, even worse than the previous time in the cemetery.　　 But just like Yu Zheng's riotous method, a normal person would be **** to death. Not to mention Si Yang.

The secretary stretched out his hand to help him, and was quickly slapped away by Si Yang, "Go ahead, you delayed me getting the medicine!"

Although the voice is soft, it is not acceptable, as if it is a decision made at the conference table. The secretary's first reaction was to squeeze back to the front across the gap between the front driver and the co-pilot.

The car was very quiet, and even the driver couldn't control the situation of Si Yang from the rearview mirror. The heart also picked up half of it.

His face was too ugly, buried in the gloom, dilapidated as if on the verge of death. A little further forward, heaven and man are forever separated.

"Younger..." The secretary kept looking back at him, for fear of something wrong with him.

And Si Yang's situation at the moment is indeed very bad. No, to be precise, there was something wrong with Yu Zheng from the moment he threw him on the sofa. At the back, the internal organs were all crushed, and there was severe pain.

It can be imagined that it is also normal. Excessive fatigue and severe illness. These days, in order to stabilize Yu Jia’s business, Si Yang has not little socializing. No matter how good the famous cigarettes and wines pass through the internal organs, they can only be irreversible corrosion. Push him to Huangquan Road.

If Si Yang was not a traverser carrying the system, he would have been lying in the emergency room of the hospital with a tube in it, counting the countdown to his life. But even so, it is now almost at its limit.

System: The host is big, are you okay!

Si Yang: It's okay, the kid is pretty ruthless.

Forcibly suppressing the blood surging in his body, Si Yang patted the storage box in the back seat and took out the emergency medicine bottle from it.

It was time to take six slices. Si Yang wanted to count it, but his hands were straight and soft, and the half-angel didn't have the strength.

At this moment, Si Yang's cell phone rang.

He took a breath and took a look at the old housekeeper from the old house.

Si Yang answered the phone.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Si Yang's body worries the old butler most.

"How about Yu Zheng?"

"Doctor Tao came over and said it was all right. It was all skin trauma. It was just that the mood was not very good. After you left, you didn't say a word." The old housekeeper paused, "Don't let him get angry. , The body matters.!"

"No..." Si Yang wanted to say it was okay, but a sharp pain suddenly came out of his chest. It was like tearing the body apart, spreading along the bloodline, from head to toe, with wings out.

Si Yang swallowed the pain, and the cold sweat instantly soaked the shirt on his back. The old housekeeper didn't even notice that something was wrong with him. Still talking about Yu Zheng.

"Young man, let's do this really fine. I think the young master is very sad. When the doctor checked today, he saw other injuries on his body, which may have been caused by himself."

"It's too hard, must this be the case?"

"I'm afraid he can't stand it!"

The concerned voice of the old housekeeper kept ringing in his ears, but Si Yang's vision gradually became blurred.

It hurts too much. In his previous life, Si Yang didn't suffer a crime, but even the gun pierced a hole in his body, and he didn't have this torture.

The phone fell silently on the back seat, and Si Yang panted, trying to take the medicine in his hand. But as soon as he moved, the blood in his throat flowed out along the corners of the closed lips little by little, dripping on the black leather surface of the back seat, slowly winding down the arc of the seat .

"Young, young? Is there something going on over there?" Hearing Si Yang's voice, the old butler's voice suddenly changed anxiously.

"Cough..." Si Yang didn't have time to reply, his suffocation made him choke out of control.

The car also stopped abruptly.

"Younger! Younger!" His vision began to blur, and Si Yang heard someone shouting in his ear.

But his body was no longer under control, and Gen couldn't react at all, he could only gasp violently, and even in the end he couldn't even hear his own gasping.

"Don't, don't go to the outside hospital, go to Yu Jia's own." Si Yang closed his eyes, his voice was so soft that he could not hear him.

"Yes." The secretary nodded vigorously.

"Handle it well... handle Lin Tang well."

"Well, don't worry."

"What happened in the old house today, those details... not a word can be passed out..."

"Okay, I know, you stop the meeting, it won't work..." When the secretary said this, his voice seemed to cry. Of course he understood what the details that Si Yang said that could not be passed on.

It was exactly what Yu Zheng started on him.

The secrets in luxury houses are always easy to talk about. What you know is that Yu Zheng is so young that he can't hold back his anger, and he is so angry that he will start with Si Yang, don't you know?

Brotherly incest, even if these four words were stained so little, the reputation of the Yu family's century-old family would be ruined. Not to mention Yu Zheng, who covets his brother.

Close the door, his Si Yang wants to teach his brother what he can do with what he can do. But outside the door of the Yu family, he did not allow any contempt for Yu Zheng. Especially such stains, must not appear on Yu Zheng.

The secretary gritted his teeth and made a phone call, "Ask where Lin Tang was sent to the old house. He is not allowed to leave until the young man wakes up. At the Nancheng Garden side, I will go back and talk."

"Also, I have watched the young master for the past two days. What can be said and what cannot be said, he must know in his heart."

Hanging up the phone, the secretary was busy with everything. Then he looked down at Si Yang who was half-held in his arms.

too skinny.

The secretary carefully wiped the blood from the corners of Si Yang's lips and urged the driver again, "How far is it from the hospital? Hurry up."

"It's the fastest speed, ten minutes at most." The driver was anxious, but his tone was as steady as possible.

In the night, the two cars carrying Si Yang were rushing towards the hospital.

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Early morning, hospital

His chest seemed to be weighed by a thousand catties, and his head was so heavy that he could hardly think. The all-pervasive pain is more like being held by someone with a blunt knife, and once, even the bones of the belt, the tortured person almost collapses.

System: The host is big, how are you?

"Shut up!" The voice of the system in his brain was too sharp, and Si Yang became more and more distraught.

After almost a lifetime, Si Yang finally adapted to the almost dying pain, he reluctantly opened his eyes and tried to find his will.

"The illness of the young and old can't be delayed any longer, even if he doesn't want to... he can't let him go." It was Si Yang's attending physician talking to the secretary.

"What kind of medicine is he taking?"

"It's a prescription painkiller, a new drug made abroad in the past two years. It's really useful. It can help people maintain an empty shelf, but inside..."

"If you are hospitalized now, how long will it be?"

"Up to three months."

"..."

The secretary gasped in surprise. Si Yang heard clearly, and he followed the voice. The man at the door, who is usually almost staid, even covered his face as if he was about to cry.

Looking up, the hospital’s white and miserable ceiling, as well as the liquid that was continuously pumped into his body along the infusion tube.

"The host is big..." In Si Yang's mind, the system was already crying into a vast ocean.

Si Yang didn't have time to talk to him.

He sat up, pulled out the needle in his hand, and blood poured out instantly.

"Major! You can't do this, don't you want to die?" The secretary immediately rushed over.

Si Yang, "It's okay, what time is it now?"

"Five o'clock in the morning."

Si Yang sighed, "Then you know everything you should know."

He refers to the incident of entering the hospital.

"You can't hide it, you..." The secretary suddenly understood why Si Yang was unwilling to stay outside the Yu family's old house. The other end is the gathering area of ​​the aristocratic families, and everyone knew about it the next day.

Although under Si Yang's drastic measures recently, the Yu Group has stabilized. But no one can say anything about the business.

"Take advantage of your illness, kill you" is the most basic. At the moment those people are willing to cooperate, nothing more than Si Yang's ability. But once they knew that Si Yang's toughness was just the end of the battle, it would be dead in less than half a year. These people will certainly stand by and wait for Si Yang to fall into trouble after his death.

The secretary was silent for a while, but finally persuaded, "You have to take care of yourself first."

Si Yang, "I just want to do this by caring about myself."

"You are too kind and kind. It's more than enough to be a secretary and take care of the nursing home, nothing else. You can't do that with Yu Zheng in the future." I don't know if it's because of illness, Si Yang's voice is exceptional. Gentle, almost broken when the wind blows.

The secretary listened quietly, but his eyes kept flushing.

"Do you know?" Si Yang patted his holding hands, "If I were those people, I wouldn't wait for me to die. Instead, I would declare war directly on Yu Jia."

"Not only that, I will also find Yu Zheng first. I am a person who is about to enter the soil, what do I keep so much money for? It goes without saying that I control the Yu Group, but to protect Yu Zheng after my death One is safe."

"So, they just have to hold Yu Zheng firmly, and keep Yu Zheng looking for troubles at home, helping him and me seize power, you say, under the internal and external cooperation, even if I have last month left, I can still live. Three months?"

"By then, when I die, what will Yu Zheng be!"

"Do you really think that Lin Tang suddenly popped out of a crack in the stone?"

It's a temptation! Nancheng Garden is a place dedicated to the fun of the boys. Not to mention that Lin Tang has a three-point relationship with Si Yang, even if there is only one-point relationship, they dare not accept it. But someone sent Lin Tang to Yu Zheng, and asked Yu Zheng to lead him to Si Yang.

Si Yang became ill a year ago, and his condition got worse in the past six months. Did these people calculate so carefully?

The secretary shivered alive, "Then, what are we doing now?"

"Leave the hospital. On the other side of the Nancheng Garden, find someone to pick him up!"

"Major, this can easily stoke a hornet's nest."

"Hornet's nest?" Si Yang raised his eyebrows, "A bunch of second generation ancestors without a screwdriver have made things, and they should be put on the bright side!"

"By the way, when you turn around to give me a gift to the old man Shi, you should thank him for taking care of Yu Zheng!"

Said, Si Yang tidied his clothes and strode out of the ward. If you didn't look at his almost bloodless face, no one would have thought that this man was already dying.

In fact, what the doctor said was wrong. Si Yang, who was in charge of the system, knew the situation of his shell better than him.

Not three months, but two months and ten days.

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