From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 795: 398 passed away_3

Considering the rumors online, could it be true that Ming Jing died of an allergic reaction to a drug in the hospital?

This is bad, the hospital is in big trouble now. The Rans will definitely seek revenge.

I heard it was Dr. Bo’s mistake. His reputation is ruined overnight.

The hospital employees are nervous, lost their passion for work, and gather to gossip.

Zhang Qiao was notified to change rooms temporarily, and before he could argue with the nurse, he was pushed along with his belongings to a double room downstairs.

“Nurse, this is not right. You moved me from a VIP room to a double room. What are you trying to do?”

The nurse replied helplessly: “I’m really sorry, Mr. Zhang, but we have to inconvenience you due to certain reasons. Our hospital will offer compensation for this later. Please focus on your recovery for now.”

Without waiting for Zhang Qiao to speak, the nurse hurried away.

“Hey, patient, don’t blame the nurse. It’s not their fault. You haven’t heard, have you? The hospital’s in big trouble.”

The man in the next bed is a big fat man weighing 200 kilograms, eating a chicken leg with gusto while speaking animatedly, and kindly sharing a piece with Zhang Qiao.

Zhang Qiao looked at the greasy chicken leg and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“Thanks, but I don’t need it. What’s the big trouble?”

The fat man raised an eyebrow: “There was a medical accident, and the person who died is very important. There’s no way the hospital can settle this with money. Haha, there will be drama.”

Zhang Qiao frowned: “When did this happen?”

“Just last night. Don’t you check your phone? This person is a celebrity in Jiangzhou, so beautiful and so young. It’s a pity.” The fat man smacked his lips in regret.

Young and beautiful? A Jiangzhou celebrity?

Without realizing it, a face appeared in Zhang Qiao’s mind.

He said in disbelief: “It’s not Ming Jing, is it?”

“Congratulations, you guessed it right. It’s Ming Jing.”

The fat man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: “She died of an allergic reaction to a drug last night, right here in this hospital. Ming Jing is a big star, with huge social influence. Not to mention, she’s also a member of the Ran family, Ran Tengxiao’s niece. How could the Rans let the hospital off?”

The fat man spoke passionately, spitting as he did.

“Anyway, there will be drama this time.”

Zhang Qiao sat on the bed, stunned for a long time.

Ming Jing? Dead?

That beautiful and gentle girl in a white dress, hailed as a goddess in Jiangzhou, she’s dead?

How could this be possible!

They say good people are rewarded. How could she die?

Zhang Qiao fumbled for his phone. Every app notification was about Ming Jing’s death. His phone was nearly exploding.

With all this overwhelming information, he had no choice but to believe it.

He quickly called Zhou Xue but no one answered.

Then he called Cen Ning, but suddenly realized he hadn’t asked for Mr. Cen Ning’s contact information yet.

He wanted to test Mr. Cen Ning’s patience, so he said he wanted to eat Yangji Baozi. Mr. Cen Ning agreed without any hesitation and left.

By the time, he should be back soon.

Zhang Qiao went to the window. Downstairs was a small garden, usually with many people, especially today with the bright sun. But at this moment, there wasn’t a single soul in the garden. A cold wind swept through, leaving only desolation.

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The elevator stopped on the top floor, and Cen Ning was about to step out, when he was blocked by two men in black.

The men looked fierce and asked directly, “Who are you?”

Cen Ning pushed up his glasses and replied, “I’m a family member of Room 273.”

One of the men in black said coldly, “Your family member is on the twenty-sixth floor.”

Cen Ning’s eyes twinkled, “Really? But they were clearly on the twenty-seventh floor before. I only left for half an hour. What happened?”

The man in black had no patience to explain and sent Cen Ning back down.

As the elevator doors closed, the smile on Cen Ning’s face vanished gradually.

Without pressing the twenty-sixth floor button, the elevator went straight to the first floor.

The elevator doors opened, and two people were standing outside.

A beautiful woman in a velvet cheongsam stood, elegant and noble, radiant and eye-catching.

Without even looking at Cen Ning, the woman walked into the elevator with graceful steps.

Zhou Xue saw Cen Ning, shook her head gently, and stepped in.

Following the woman were two tall bodyguards who glanced at Cen Ning before entering and positioning themselves on either side of the woman in the cheongsam.

Cen Ning stood in the right corner near the front, right in front of the elevator control panel.

Unnoticed, he pressed the button for the twenty-sixth floor.

Zhou Xue stretched out her finger and pressed the button for the twenty-seventh floor.

Cen Ning’s eyes drooped, staring at the rapidly changing numbers on the electronic board, his back to the four people behind him, and the corner of his lips curved with a strange smile.

The elevator went up, and in the narrow, cramped space, breathing sounds echoed back and forth.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.