When the phone hung up, Mo Wenchu ​​even felt an extreme sense of unreality.

However, soon the person in charge of RK Group China took the initiative to visit and signed the renewal contract cooperatively.

Looking at the document in her hand, Mo Wenchu's heart finally fell.

The storm caused by his father's death gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the autopsy report on music was also completed.

Mo Wenchu ​​came to the hospital wearing black clothes. In the doctor's office that smelled of disinfectant, Mo Wenchu ​​sat on the chair with some embarrassment.

A few minutes later, Shen Yiran walked in.

"How about it?"

"Wenchu," Shen Yiran took a deep breath, put the documents in his hands on the table, looked at Mo Wenchu ​​and said slowly, "Uncle's death can indeed be avoided."

When Mo Wen first heard this, tears burst out of her eyes instantly.

Shen Yiran thoughtfully handed over the tissue.

"What on earth is going on?" Mo Wenchu ​​raised her head and looked at Shen Yiran and asked.

"There were obvious mistakes in the operation. Professor Ross could have made corrections, but he didn't do it. He didn't even explain the situation to you."

Mo Wenchu ​​frowned, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes, "How could Professor Ross do this? He clearly..."

Mo Wenchu ​​remembered Professor Ross's amiable demeanor when they were discussing the surgical plan.

But why would such a kind old professor deliberately kill his father?

Mo Wenchu ​​was puzzled, "What about the other people in the operating room? Didn't they find the problem?"

Shen Yiran shook his head, "I looked at the list of people who entered the operating room that day. If Professor Ross deliberately concealed it, it would be difficult for them to find out."

Mo Wenchu ​​covered her mouth tightly with her hands, "So it was me who killed my father. If I had not agreed to the operation, I would not have given Professor Ross a chance, and the subsequent series of tragedies would not have happened..."

Mo Wenchu ​​burst into tears and her emotions collapsed.

Shen Yiran half-crouched in front of her, "Wenchu, how can I blame you for this? You are also a victim. The top priority now is to find out who killed my uncle and who was behind it. "Professor Ross, after all, your father and Professor Ross have no grudges, and Professor Ross himself has no motive for killing."

Mo Wenchu ​​wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her fingers, "You are right, Professor Ross has no motive, but I really can't figure out who has such great ability to make this person do it. He has already retired. How about a respected old doctor risking his life to work for him?"

"I don't understand either, but I know one thing," Shen Yiran raised his hand and patted Mo Wenchu's shoulder gently, saying softly, "This person can never be Gu Jue."

Mo Wenchu ​​knew what Shen Yiran meant by saying that, and nodded at the same time, "Of course I know that. I believe Gu Jue. He is not such a crazy person, and he has no motive to do anything."

"Um."

Seeing Mo Wenchu ​​say this, Shen Yiran was relieved.

The reason why Dr. Ross returned to China in the first place was because Gu Jue was the mediator. Now that the incident has occurred, it seems that Gu Jue is the most suspect. However, the reason why Professor Ross came to China was not Gu Jue, but someone else.

This person's methods were vicious and clever. He killed two people quietly and secretly instigated the relationship between Mo Wenchu ​​and Gu Jue. He should be a ruthless character who is extremely difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Shen Yiran looked at Mo Wenchu ​​with a little worry.

"Wenchu, have you ever thought about what to do next?"

"No," Mo Wenchu ​​looked dazed, "but my dad's funeral can't be delayed any longer. I want to take care of my dad's funeral affairs as soon as possible. After the funeral, I will work hard to sort out the clues and find out who hurt my dad. The real murderer behind the scenes wants to avenge his old man."

"If you need any help, just let me know."

"Yeah, definitely."

Before Mo Wenchu ​​left the hospital, she made a special trip to Zhao Yi's ward.

But this time she didn't say anything, she just sat in front of the window alone, looking at the lush trees downstairs.

Zhao Yi knew that she had something on her mind, but he didn't bother her.

Before leaving, Mo Wenchu ​​stood by the bed, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Zhao Yi, I hope you will think carefully about whether to continue to work with me during your stay in the hospital. If you want to change places, If you work, I can introduce you to my friends."

"Miss..." Zhao Yi frowned and looked at Mo Wenchu, wondering why she mentioned this.

Mo Wenchu ​​looked indifferent, "My dad's autopsy results have come out. His death was not an accident, but someone did it deliberately. Someone wanted to kill me. If you continue to work by my side, it will definitely happen in the future." There are many dangers, so I hope you can think about it carefully."

"I don't need to think about it." Zhao Yi stood up and stood in front of Mo Wenchu, "Since I entered the bodyguard industry, I have been destined to be in danger. If I retreat and leave because you are in danger, then who am I? bodyguard."

"Zhao Yi, look at yourself now, do you really not regret it?"

"No regrets." Zhao Yi said without thinking.

There was a little emotion in Mo Wenchu's eyes. She pursed her lips and nodded slightly, "Okay, then you have a good rest. If you change your mind, just call me and tell me."

"Miss, how will your safety be ensured during this period?"

"Gu Jue has sent people to protect my safety, don't worry." Mo Wenchu ​​glanced at the time and said with a gloomy expression, "Then I'll go back first, you can have a good rest."

"Miss," Zhao Yi suddenly called Mo Wenchu, with a somewhat complicated emotion between his eyebrows, "Wait until I get back."

"Okay." Mo Wenchu ​​nodded in agreement and slowly left the ward.

In the room, Zhao Yi stared at the door, frowning.

After leaving the hospital, Mo Wenchu ​​began to prepare for her father's funeral.

At the same time, she received news from Gu Jue.

The police have determined that the floating body recovered from the sea that day was Professor Ross.

The result was already expected, and Mo Wenchu ​​was not surprised.

In just two days, Mo Wenchu ​​prepared everything needed for the funeral. On a rainy morning, Mo Changshan's funeral was held at the famous Sheshan Cemetery in Haicheng.

Mo Wenchu, dressed in black with a fragrant gardenia pinned to her chest, stood at the door of the church and bowed to express her thanks to the guests who came to express their condolences.

Repeating the same movements for an hour, Mo Wenchu's already fragile waist almost broke.

Lin Shu saw her frequently supporting her waist, so he thoughtfully asked someone to prepare flat shoes.
Chapter completed!