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"Can you tell me where this waist wound came from?"

Zhong He asked again, never knowing that Zhong Pingtian had such a problem.

Zhong Pingtian's face changed, he was about to stop his.

Zhong Wentao saw his expression with his sharp eyes and knew that this was not the first time Zhong Pingtian knew about this, but he had been hiding it all along. From the extent of her waist injury, he had stored it up for many years, and Zhong Pingtian had probably endured it until now.

Without revealing anything, he lightly shook his head, not wanting to get involved with Zhong Pingtian's past.

Seeing that Zhong Pingtian was alright, Zhong Wuwen brought Zhong Wentao upstairs. Before going up, he told Zhong He to send his relatives back properly, he obviously knew that those people were gathered by Zhong Pingtian.

After going into the study and sitting on the chair, Zhong Wentao's expression was still a little complicated.

Before coming to the Yan Jing, he never thought that there would be such a drama as betrothal.

"How did you manage to walk the path of a Chinese doctor?"

Zhong Wuwen smiled and asked, he wanted to know everything about Zhong Wentao, perhaps to make up for it.

This was the first time someone asked him this question. He thought for a moment and answered, "It might be because he had been sick for a long time and I almost died in a serious car accident, it was the Pine City's Doctor Zhou Cangzhu who saved me and I became his disciple. I learned medicine from him."

These words were said very methodically, even if Zhong Wuwen wanted to investigate, he would only get this information.

"Don't worry. No one will hurt you with me around."

Zhong Wuwen promised earnestly, but unfortunately, Zhong Wentao didn't believe it.

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a long time, until Zhong Wuwen could not find any other topics to talk about. Only then did he let Zhong Wentao and the butler go to the prepared room to rest.

That room was Zhong Wentao's biological father's room. There were many photos of Zhong Pingshan inside, all of them in his youth, the scenes from his youth still fresh in his mind.

The furnishings of this room were the same as before. It had been so many years since it had changed, it could be seen how much Zhong Wuwen missed this son of his.

Wasn't he afraid of breaking this thought by letting him live here?

He casually sat on a soft chair and felt uncomfortable. It was as if there was something hard pressing against his butt from under his skin.

He took off the cushions on the soft chair. There was nothing inside but a yellow wooden board. As expected, it was inside the cushions.

How many years had it been since someone had entered the room, and this chair was obviously unoccupied as well. The servant only cleaned the room to wipe the cushions, not feeling anything out of the ordinary.

If he hadn't sat down, it might still be in the chair.

He cut a hole in the cushion with his dagger and pulled out a notebook with rusted corners. The hard feeling was that the corner of the notebook had been pushed against his buttocks.

He threw the cushion and dagger on the ground and opened the notebook curiously. The musty smell of the dust assaulted his nostrils, causing him to retch a little.

The paper was slightly yellow, and the words on it were blurry so it was difficult to read. However, one could still make out some of the marks on the paper and guess the thoughts of the person recording it.

This notebook had everything on it, but it seemed like he wasn't going to take it out again.

The cushion was sealed from the outside, it was obvious that it was sealing the notebook away from view. Looks like before Zhong Pingshan was kidnapped, he had already sensed that something was going to happen to him, which was why he sealed the notebook away.

However, there was nothing meaningful on it, nothing recorded. When he flipped to the last two pages, he caught Zhong Wentao's attention.

Even though he couldn't read the words clearly, they still shocked him.

It took him an hour to restore the slightly damaged recipe to its original form. It was a formula that was beneficial to females.

Beauty and cosmetology as one of the formula, a woman can glow skin after drinking it, like whitening cream, are prepared for a woman.

This thing was actually in Zhong Pingshan's diary, what kind of person was Zhong Pingshan exactly?

The formula from over 20 years ago was the most exquisite one that he had ever seen. If it was him, he might not even be able to come up with such a perfect formula.

From the weight of the ingredients to the ratio of the ingredients to the ingredients, they had all been carefully thought through. If one did not have any medical skills, they would definitely not be able to think of such a formula.

This was impossible!

He had never heard of this matter, if Zhong Pingshan truly knew medicine, he would not be able to pose a threat to Zhong Pingtian, what kind of person was he?

If Zhong Pingshan did not die later on, and the formula was made public, he would be the true genius, the genius of concocting the ingredients!

The hand holding the formula was a little excited. With this formula, he could make something even better. With the Beauty White Ointment, it would definitely make a name for the whole of Yan Jing.

After placing the notebook back into the cushion, he quickly went to look for Zhong Wuwen, he needed his support.

Zhong Wuwen was in his room, and before the tears on his face had even dried, Zhong Wentao had rushed in, just in time to break this awkward silence. He stood at the door with a piece of paper in his hand, making him feel even more awkward … Sorry... "I don't know …"

You're crying.

"Is the room not satisfied?"

The room was Zhong Pingshan's room. He wanted to let Zhong Pingshan feel that his child had returned, but he had forgotten that Zhong Wentao was very unlucky towards the rooms of the dead.

"Grandfather, the Ciji Hall may need your help to remove the seal as soon as possible."

Zhong Wentao said softly, he was proficient in using his identity.

He had always wanted to rely on his family background to do something, but he had never had the opportunity before.

Zhong Wuwen did not refuse, and agreed completely.

However, he could still do such a small thing.

He had already inquired about it from the police, this matter did not have much to do with Zhong Wentao, it was just that someone died in the Ciji Hall, so they were temporarily sealed up, and since the murder case on Zhong Wentao's body was solved, the Ciji Hall would reopen for business, and it would be even more lively this time.

With Zhong Wuwen's guarantee, Zhong Wentao was also relieved. He contacted Cheng Yang and had the two of them go back and spend a lot of money to find someone to clean the Ciji Hall before starting a new business.

After all, there was a river of blood inside. It would take a few days just to clean up the blood. Moreover, there might not be anyone willing to do it. After all, this was a murder scene.

Fortunately, under the heavy reward, there would be brave men. As long as the money was in place, there was no need to worry about no one coming to do it.

Zhong Wuwen was still grieving and did not see his actions. He was simply too excited, to the point where he forgot that he was still holding onto the things in his hand.

Zhong He also came out of Zhong Pingtian's room at this time. He saw the grandfather and grandson duo chatting on the side, and he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could feel that the atmosphere was pretty good, causing him to unconsciously clench his fists, and resist the urge to rush over.

When he came out, Zhong Wentao had already felt it. Changing the topic to make Zhong Wuwen happy, it was for the sake of stimulating Zhong He even more, so that Zhong He would regret today's decision.

Cooperating with Kang Hui was undoubtedly like looking for a tiger. For a family with such a chaotic situation, he had to travel for an entire night and he already carried a human life on his shoulders. Since Zhong He was so close to him, he definitely would not meet a good end.

After Zhong He left, Zhong Wentao found an excuse to return to his room. The diary that Zhong Pingshan left behind was very important, he was very interested, and planned to restore all of the written records there and find any clues to Zhong Pingshan's death. He could sense that the kidnapping case was not that simple!

He looked deeply at Zhong Wuwen, thinking that it would be better to tell Zhong Wentao about this when he had an idea.

The next day at 2 PM, the same time as before the start of the second match.

At one o'clock, he got on Zhong Wuwen's private car, and was escorted to the scene by Zhong Wuwen's driver, who accompanied him to the side.

Feng Chen also returned and waited for him at the competition grounds.

With Zhong Wuwen accompanying him, he could even enter the stage through the special tunnel. There was a separate resting room, and Ximen Nuan had made people prepare it especially for him. It was to let him feel like he was superior to others, this was the feeling of a family taking care of him.

The next room was Wilson's resting room. He told Zhong Wuwen to wait for him here, and then he went to the next room by himself.

Sure enough, Wilson was also alone.

Seeing him enter, Wilson cautiously looked at him.

"How does it feel to kill someone?"

As he casually sat on the chair, Zhong Wentao asked with a smile.

"What did you say?"

Wilson was shocked, he did not understand what he meant.

"You killed that person, I know it."

Zhong Wentao smiled slightly: "After the dead person was knocked out by me, they kept lying on the ground in front of your door. It was you who released the poison from the gap of the door and killed them with the poison.

"Wishful thinking!"

Wilson shouted loudly. He was not familiar with the language of China and could only describe his feelings with one word.

"Let me think, you must have turned the poison into gas or powder and blown it out from under the door. It was directly breathed in by someone. I didn't expect that the western doctor had such a deep understanding of poisons."

Zhong Wentao said nonchalantly, with the intention of provoking Wilson.

He suspected Wilson the most, but he didn't have any evidence. He could only use this method to blow out the truth about Wilson.

Unfortunately, just as Wilson was about to speak, Ximen Nuan came over.

Knocking on the door outside, Wilson calmed himself down.

He knew there was a problem as his eyes flickered.

Ximen Nuan's relationship with Wilson was also not as simple as it seemed.

The second match was a bit more difficult than the first. The sick people this time were a lot more serious than the first time. They couldn't even get to the scene and could only watch the patient's condition via video.

This greatly increased the difficulty of the treatment because the angle at which the video was shot would create illusions and would greatly disturb the doctors. Furthermore, this time the observation time was only 30 minutes. It was almost as if the video had ended before they could clearly see anything.

However, Jiang Yuanyuan had nothing to do with these two matches, many people had long forgotten about Jiang Yuanyuan's stunt and only remembered the 30 million prize money.

The video was broadcasted on a huge screen. Everyone could see that Zhong Wentao was the only one who was walking around non-stop while the video was being played. He was walking at the very back, wanting to see everything from every angle, not wanting to be confused by the camera.