Die Landschaft ist wie ein Gemälde

Kapitel 45

"Mingyang! What's wrong with you?" I asked anxiously, but the more anxious I became, the less I could hear anything.

"Thud!" The sound came from the phone, like a phone hitting the ground, and then nothing could be heard.

What exactly happened in Mingyang? I want to go to the People's Hospital to see.

Apple called out to me, "Don't go anywhere! He told you to wait for him before he left, so don't wander off."

"But..." I'm so anxious!

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I know he’ll be even more worried if he can’t find you when he comes back.”

I sat silently on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the IV drip bottle.

"Silly girl, you can't always think about your own feelings when things happen; you have to think about how the other person feels too." She ran her fingers through my long hair, just like Grandma Shebupo.

Grandma, it's been a long time since I've thought of you. It's not that I've forgotten you, but... I feel like I'm trying to grow up. Because there are people in this world I care about and worry about, and I want to protect them too...

More than half an hour later, Mingyang returned, raindrops dripping down his face and sleeves.

"Damn it! Forty-five syringes of Prussian blue chemical reagent have been stolen! And someone is going to such lengths to steal this stuff!" he roared in fury.

"Is that medicine very expensive?" I asked him. "Did they steal it to sell it?"

"Damn it! One yuan a stick! Who wants this worthless stuff?"

So—someone deliberately came to steal it?!

"What do we do now?" I asked him.

“I’ve already had medicines transferred from other places, and the county hospitals under the city have some in stock.” He took off his wet clothes and draped them over the armrest of the stool. “I don’t believe that I can flatten the entire hospital with just a flick of my thumb. Is there anyone who can stop me?”

I'm worried...

Where is Ouyang?

“I told him not to worry about the antidote, I would take care of it. He went up the mountain.”

"You went to see Xiao Yuan?"

"That kid finally saw the light. He said that if he continued to follow that ruthless woman, he might be the next one to be poisoned."

I hope they are all safe and sound.

My hands and feet were freezing with nervousness. Apple reached out and took my hand, offering warmth, but this warmth carried a strange signal…

Section 118: Intrigue and Betrayal (4)

Apple! I'm so afraid... Your current situation with Jeep is so similar to Xiao Yuan and Ouyang's! Fame and fortune are more potent than wine, intoxicating people to the point of no return. I don't want anything to happen to you!

But why is my heart beating so fast?

Another call came in, the sound faint and intermittent. Then came a long busy signal.

Mingyang looked solemn.

I asked him what was wrong. His eyes were like two black holes: "Ouyang is in trouble."

ah?

All of this is chilling. Just think of the deadly thallium poisoning, which has already destroyed a young life; Xiao Yuan is now practically a living dead. And Ouyang, he died a horrible death.

I really want to see what kind of person is the mastermind behind this.

"I'm going to the mental health center," he said, turning to leave.

“I’ll go with you!” I gripped his clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

Apple gently nudged my arm: "Go ahead! Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself."

"You too." I hugged her, then followed Mingyang and disappeared into the heavy rain.

The heavy rain washed away all the appearances of evil.

The entrance to the mental health center had been washed clean by the rain, leaving not a trace of red.

When we saw Ouyang, he was lying on a thin wooden board, his face ashen, as unsightly as his bald head. Two people in white coats and masks were standing beside him, preparing to cover Ouyang's face with a white cloth, and they looked panicked when they saw us.

They... seemed to be doing something shady, and were so flustered that they didn't know where to put their hands.

"How did he die?" Mingyang asked.

Ouyang's fingers, which were still exposed outside the white cloth, had turned from white to purple.

"No one saw how he was killed. The hospital cleaning truck found him lying in the roadside bushes when it left the hospital. The police came, but found nothing. It seems he was robbed; his wallet was missing..."

Go to hell! That's utter nonsense!

From the last time Ouyang called Mingyang for help to the time we arrived at the treatment center, the police had already come.

Mingyang wandered around the room and saw some scattered items on the table by the window. He recognized them as Ouyang's belongings, including a nearly new cell phone.

If it was robbery, why didn't the criminals even look at such valuable items? This inconsistency only makes it more obvious that they are trying to cover up their crime.

Mingyang stared at the doctor who had accepted his red envelope, and noticed that the doctor looked very uncomfortable.

“Let’s go!” He pulled me out of that oppressive room. “Let’s go see Xiao Yuan.”

"Are you going to ignore Ouyang?"

"He's already dead, but there's still someone alive who needs to be rescued."

"Mingyang, do you believe what those two doctors said?"

I trust my own eyes.

He then told me a deduction: these people might be planning to destroy the body and possibly even remove Ouyang's organs to sell.

I felt a chill run down my spine and my whole body trembled like a leaf.

He sneered, "These people! They'll disregard even their ancestors for money. Since they're so greedy, I'll use money as my opening move."

"Huh?" I don't understand.

"Everyone has weaknesses, and I can use that to solve all mysteries. For the sake of money, they will tell the truth."

I saw Xiao Yuan; she was having an attack. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and her limbs were struggling to strike the iron bars on the edge of the bed. Her wisp of soul grew weaker and weaker, and she slumped to one side, watching her body suffer and sink into oblivion.

"She's getting weaker and weaker." I pinched my fingers hard, my nerves going numb from the tension. I was afraid I'd faint if I kept watching.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Mingyang looked at my pale face with concern. "I've asked a doctor from another hospital to come here with Prussian blue; she'll be saved soon. Can you still hold on?"

I nodded.

I want to see her saved. She's suffered so much!

"Let me help you to a chair in the yard." He led me out of the corridor.

The air in the courtyard was fresh, the rain had stopped, and the stone bench was wet. He took off his coat and put it on the bench for me to sit on.

“Mingyang,” I suddenly felt a sense of fear, “what would Xiaoyuan do if she woke up and found that Ouyang was dead?”

"I have no idea."

"Although she hated him, she had loved him after all."

“Shakespeare said love is nothing but a madness.” He also sighed deeply, “They have come to this point because they are mad with love.”

"No, Joe Byron said that love is nothing but a thing for men, but for women it is their whole life. Xiao Yuan was not wrong; she just tried everything to keep her love, but the man's coldness and selfishness broke her heart."

Section 119: Intrigue and Betrayal (5)

"Maysfield also said that love is a passion that exhausts one's spirit, a flame that ignites one's will, a bait that lures one into the mire, and a poison that coats the arrows of fate. So tell me, is love a good thing or a bad thing? Everything has two sides. Ouyang has his faults, but he is not entirely wrong."

"Men always side with men." I turned my head to the side, thinking of Xiao Yuan at this moment. The distorted appearance of the poison taking effect in her body sent chills down my spine. She was so pitiful. Death might be the best way out of her current situation.

"After all, he paid the ultimate price for this relationship. What's the point of hating a dead man?" Mingyang turned my head and ordered me to look into his eyes. "My little crow has grown up. You're much more mature than you were a year ago. I only hope you won't be afraid of love. Trakhorn also said that love is the nature of human beings, like the sun radiating its light; it is the most pleasant and natural enjoyment of the human soul; without it, man is ignorant and pathetic. A person who has never experienced the joy of love has lived a wasted life, suffering in vain. I give you all my pampering and glory, hoping that your life will be colorful, filled with endless happiness and joy."

"Why are you so good to me?" I tried to hold back my tears, but it was in vain.

"Because I love you." He said those words boldly and recklessly, leaving my heart churning with turbulent waves. "I don't believe in love at first sight, but I've been in love with you since I was seven. Back then, I was incredibly naive, but I had an untainted childlike heart. It was sincere and passionate, and I opened my heart to you without reservation. How could you bear to refuse me?"

Yes! How could I bear to refuse?

I always ignored his kindness towards me, and I didn't appreciate it at all.

I once thought I had filled my youth with the vast forest, and from then on, all my dreams and sweetness intertwined, only to crumble with each look back and each clash. I was captivated by the forest's soft whispers, captivated by its gentle elegance, yet I neglected the ever-present, vibrant, and passionate gaze of its brothers. What did I owe them in a past life?

I don't know. But I seem to hear my grandmother's voice in my ears, distant and ethereal: Child, this is destiny...

I glanced at my watch; it was already ten o'clock at night. The lights in the courtyard were dim and soft, making every sound crystal clear.

"Someone walked past!" He watched the corner of the corridor warily. "Come on, hurry up and follow, that fish is about to take the bait." Before I could understand what was going on, he had already dragged me into the corridor.

A woman.

Dressed in black.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, the sound of high heels clicking on the concrete floor, sounding as somber as the woman's retreating figure. The woman seemed to sense something and turned around.

Mingyang pulled me up first and hid behind a pillar.

What is she doing?

Open the door?

She opened Xiao Yuan's hospital room.

How did she get the key?

Mingyang winked at me.

Oh, money makes the world go round, especially when it comes to a key that's a matter of life and death.

The woman vanished into the room like a ghost.

"Where is she going?" I asked Mingyang in a low voice.

“Ouyang is dead. In this world, who else could she hate so much that she gritted her teeth and couldn’t eat or sleep?”

"Is she going to poison me again?" My eyelids twitched incessantly, and my temples felt like they'd been stabbed.

Follow her. Silently slip into the house like a cat, and approach the woman in black.

She was taking a tube of clear liquid and preparing to inject it into the IV drip bottle.

"Ah—" A scream.

Mingyang's hands moved faster than his eyes, his large, vise-like hand gripping her wrist tightly: "You've already done something this heinous once, do you want to do it again?"