Chapter 315
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By the time the ambulance from the hospital arrived, Shen Xiaofeng's body had already started to turn cold.
There was still a self-mocking smile on her face … as if she was mocking her failure in this life. Her eyes were hollow, and the blood that spurted out of her mouth splashed onto her face. Her pale skin was stained with scarlet, and it was especially terrifying.
At the last moment of her life, the people who were by her side were actually the medical staff and the police.
Shen Xiaofeng died with her eyes wide open.
A lifetime of pride, a lifetime of scheming, and in the end, she didn't even hear a farewell from her family.
Her body was put into a black plastic bag and carried into the ambulance. Her life ended miserably and coldly.
When Yun Mocheng received the news, it was already four o 'clock in the morning.
The sudden ringing of the phone woke him up from his sleep. Commander Yun seemed to have a premonition and quickly grabbed the receiver.
It was Feng Yuanchao's voice on the other end. "Commander, I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night. I just heard the news from the police. Director Shen committed suicide at the police station. She committed suicide to escape punishment. She's the murderer who killed Tan Si!"
Yun Mocheng hit the head of the bed hard, gritted his teeth, and cursed softly … He immediately seemed to foresee that from tomorrow onwards, there would be rumors circulating in the military region for a few days. There would be all kinds of rumors, and he would have nowhere to put his old face.
Feng Yuanchao understood the Commander's feelings and said thoughtfully, "I've already arranged for someone to go to the police station tomorrow to claim the body. As for the memorial service? I think it's better to keep a low profile. You don't want to do it? "
"Agreed!"
"Also, from tomorrow onwards … there's a battle conference in Jingdu that you need to attend. I've already booked a flight ticket for tomorrow at seven o 'clock in the morning, which is three hours later for seven days. So I think … you can't supervise Director Shen's funeral!"
Yun Mocheng hesitated and didn't say anything. "…"
Feng Yuanchao continued, "If no one prepares for the funeral, people will laugh at it. How about this? I'll get Tingting back tomorrow morning. After all, Director Shen's death is a big deal. She has the right to know. She's the only daughter, so she should be responsible for the funeral!"
Yun Mocheng pondered for a moment. "Okay, let's do that."
Feng Yuanchao asked hesitantly in a low voice, "Commander, how many hours do you have before leaving the provincial capital? Do you plan to see Principal Shen for the last time? "
Yun Mocheng did not speak for a long time.
Feng Yuanchao quickly said, "That's what I'm thinking. Time is indeed a little tight. How about this, after I send you off tomorrow, I'll be the representative … to personally take a look. Is this arrangement okay?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Feng Yuanchao wasn't sure if Yun Mo was listening or not.
After a long time, the phone was hung up.
In the end … the commander didn't say a word.
Feng Yuanchao carefully put the phone back in its original position and hurriedly started making arrangements for Shen Xiaofeng's funeral.
Of course, the first thing was to find Jiang Tingting.
As the secretary of the military, he naturally had his own channels. After sending off Yun Mocheng, he arrived at his office … Jiang Tingting's address was already lying on his desk.
Feng Yuanchao didn't hesitate. He arranged for a car and personally went to the address.
He entered the courtyard and knocked on the door. Jiang Tingting opened the door with disheveled hair. When she saw him, she was stunned. "Secretary Feng, why are you here?"
As if she had a premonition that something had happened, she quickly looked behind Feng Yuanchao. "Did my mom ask you to come? Or Uncle Yun? What happened? Don't tell me Uncle Yun wants to take me home? "
She was ecstatic for a moment.
When she saw Feng Yuanchao's expression, she immediately frowned. "That's not right. What's wrong with you? You don't look well. Something bad must have happened. Don't tell me Uncle Yun wants to take me home to get married? I don't plan to marry … Forget it, I want to talk to my mom! "
Feng Yuanchao smiled bitterly. "Tingting, calm down. You're right. I'm here to take you to see your mom! Can we leave now? "
Jiang Tingting was confused. "Why didn't my mom come herself?" she asked.
Feng Yuanchao lowered his head. He was in a difficult position. "You'll know when we get there! Let's not waste any more time. Let's go now. "
"Then I'll go back and change my clothes and comb my hair …"
"No need. You're fine like this. We don't have that much time!"
Don't have that much time?
Jiang Tingting seemed to have understood something. "My mom is sick? Has she had a heart attack? Don't tell me … she's critically ill? "
Her voice was a little hysterical. She threw away her walking stick and grabbed Feng Yunqiao's arm. "Hurry up and tell me."
"That's right. Dr. Shen is … in the hospital. We're going to see her. This might be the last time you'll see her. Tingting, you have to hang in there. "
Jiang Tingting felt her legs turn to jelly. She almost fell to the ground.
Feng Yuanchao hurriedly reached out an arm to support her. He turned to the driver and instructed, "Hurry up and help! Help Tingting into the car. "
Jiang Tingting didn't know how she got into the car. She didn't hear anyone speak along the way. It was as if she had turned a blind eye to everything around her.
When they reached the entrance of the hospital, she was stunned. "Why isn't this the military hospital?"
"Huh? There are too many people in the military hospital. It's not a good idea. "
Jiang Tingting didn't understand, but she didn't have time to ask. She hurriedly opened the car door and walked into the hospital. As she walked, she asked, "Which floor and which ward is it?"
Feng Yuanchao grabbed her and pointed to the end of the corridor. "It's … there."
Jiang Tingting turned to look …
There were a few words written on the snow-white door: Morgue!
— — Digression — —
Did someone say that they wanted to release more chapters today?
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Be there or be square in the wee hours of November 3rd!
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