Chapter 1980: A Bunch Of Rubbish

The young nurse didn’t like the old lady, who was bitter and mean and liked to yell at others at the slightest unsatisfactory level.

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But after all, she was Director Ye’s mother.
Those who dared not speak glanced at each other, and then one of them passed the newspaper to her, “…you see, we only found out when we read the newspaper.”

“Real estate tycoon kidnapped and died.”

The words were in black, bolded, and enlarged.
The large characters occupying most of the page rushed directly into old Mrs.
Ye’s eyes.
When she saw the name clearly, her body twitched fiercely, and her cloudy eyes flashed with clear panic.

She was not panicked because of Sun Yaozu’s death; she was panicked when she thought of what Ye Jian said before leaving!

It was she who told her son-in-law to solve the serious problems secretly as soon as possible, and it was she who asked her son-in-law to deal with it before the new year.

Because a lot of crimes came out a year ago, the police might not know if they dealt with it properly.

Who knew…That dead girl was fine, but her son-in-law was in trouble!

At this time, the murderer that Old Mrs.
Ye thought of was not the two foreign bodyguards but Ye Jian.

She intuitively thought that this matter had a lot to do with Ye Jian!

It was too coincidental! She suspected that the kidnapping and death of her son-in-law were related to Ye Jian!

When she read the newspaper and then saw what her daughter Ye Zhixiang said to the reporter, she vaguely scolded her, “idiot, idiot.” She was still holding the newspaper when bubbles suddenly came out her mouth.
Just as Ye Jian said, Old Mrs.
Ye had a second stroke.

Before she could tell Ye Zhixiang of her suspicion, Old Mrs.
Ye, who suffered the second stroke, was not as lucky as the first time this time.
The doctor tried his best to rescue her, and he did not manage to pull her back from death.

Ye Zhixiang, who had just lost her husband, hadn’t accepted the fact of her husband’s death.
When she heard the doctor say that Old Mrs.
Ye had passed away, she went crazy at once.
She raised her hand and slapped the doctor, “Rubbish! You are all a bunch of rubbish! A bunch of useless doctors! I paid you more than 100,000 yuan a year, and you can’t even save my mother! You are all a bunch of scammers, scam my money!”

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The doctor also wanted to comfort her, but unexpectedly he was smashed in the head with a “weapon.” When Ye Zhixiang wanted to smash the doctor’s head again, the doctor quickly raised his hand to block it and quickly backed up and said sternly, “This is a hospital, not a place where you can make trouble!”

“Late Old Mrs.
Ye was easily irritable.
Our doctors, nurses who took care of her reminded her to pay attention to her emotion every day to avoid a second stroke.”

“We reminded every day, but she turned a deaf ear to it! We also told her family members very clearly about the consequences of a second stroke.
Now that she had a second stroke due to her uncontrolled emotion, our hospital had tried our best to rescue her!”

“If you make such unreasonable trouble, I will have to call the police!”

How could Ye Zhixiang listen? The two nurses who were holding her back were kicked several times.
Ye Zhifan, who came in a hurry, just so happened to see Ye Zhixiang; his expression fell cold, “What are you doing! Do you think things are not troublesome enough?”

Sun Dongqing, who came afterward, took a look and gloated, “She always doesn’t think things are troublesome; it seems that she prefers to make things worse!”

“Shut up!” Ye Zhifan, who was in a bad mood all day, glared at his wife and hurried over, “Doctor, something serious had already happened to my sister earlier, now that my mother also had an accident, it made her even more in a bad mood, please forgive me.”

He still didn’t know that Old Mrs.
Ye was not able to be rescued.

The doctor looked at Ye Zhifan and nodded coldly.
Then he stopped talking, held a bleeding forehead, and left.