Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 232: Rotten Wood Cannot Be Carved

After making his decision, Murong Qi took out his phone. There was no way he could keep such an exhilarating matter to himself.

He directly dialed his father’s number. "Dad, our Murong Family is going to make a killing this time, hahaha!"

On the other end of the line, Murong Tian was taken aback and snorted, "You brat, have you lost your mind? Our Murong Family is already wealthy enough. As long as you don’t cause trouble, we’ll be prosperous for a lifetime. Stop bothering me with this nonsense!"

"Dad, I’m serious!" Murong Qi said excitedly. Without a second thought, he spilled his and Zhong Mingxuan’s entire plan to his father.

"You brat, what did you just say?" Murong Tian was nearly scared to death, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The Luyang Qin Family is one of the absolute titans of the Lower Three Continents. How dare you use such a scheme on Miss Qin? Once it’s exposed, our Murong Family will be annihilated! Are you insane?"

"Dad, as the saying goes, opportunity and risk always coexist," Murong Qi boasted. "Besides, what I’m doing this time is flawless. No one would dare to expose it. So, just tell me, do you support me or not? Even if you don’t, I’ll do it anyway. But if I make it big because of this, don’t you dare come crawling to me later."

"Because by then, I’ll be the Qin Family’s son-in-law. After that, we’ll be strangers."

"You scoundrel!" Murong Tian ground his teeth and said in a low voice, "Are you certain there are no flaws?"

"Of course not! It’s guaranteed to be foolproof!"

"In that case, I support you. You know our Murong Family’s pharmaceutical business has been declining year after year, and we still haven’t found a breakthrough. The Luyang Qin Family is worth hundreds of billions. Even if you can’t marry Qin Shihua, just establishing a connection with them will bring our Murong Family nothing but benefits."

"However, I think it would be better if I introduce Jiao Linghe," Murong Tian analyzed. "First, you’re too young, which could arouse suspicion. Second, as the acting Family Head, my introduction adds legitimacy and shows the Qin Family how seriously we’re taking this!"

Murong Qi frowned. "Dad, I can give you the opportunity to make the introduction, but you aren’t in Songshan right now, are you? Time waits for no one!"

But Murong Tian just laughed. "Who says I’m not here? Look behind you."

Murong Qi turned around and saw his father standing not far away, watching him coldly with a phone in his hand.

"Damn! Dad, when did you get to Songshan?" Murong Qi asked, curiously walking up to him.

Murong Tian said, "News of the Qin Family’s young miss being gravely ill has spread throughout Qingyang. Every family with the slightest ambition is rushing to Songshan. I came by private helicopter, so I got a head start on them!"

"Enough talk, let’s go. Didn’t you say Zhong Mingxuan hasn’t arrived yet? That’s even better. The credit will be all ours!"

"Dad! You really have great foresight. Let’s go in."

With that, the father and son led Jiao Linghe into the elevator.

They had barely left when a car with a Qingyang Political and Legal Affairs Office license plate stopped at the entrance of the inpatient building. The car door opened, and sixty-year-old Zhong Wannian stepped out briskly.

"Secretary Wang, have you reached Mingxuan yet?" he demanded. "What is that brat up to? Does he have no regard for my words at all? Miss Qin is in critical condition! We need to be waiting outside her room at all times. That is how we show the Qin Family that we, the Zhong Family, are taking this seriously! He’s a hopeless case, nothing like his older brother Haoxuan."

Secretary Wang replied, "Director, the Second Young Master’s phone was suddenly switched off half an hour ago, and I haven’t been able to contact him since. But don’t worry, sir. I’ve already notified the Political and Legal Affairs Office to track him using big data. We should have results soon!"

"Useless, utterly useless!" Zhong Wannian was so angry he could have coughed up blood. "Forget it. Who knows who that kid is carousing with. Since he’s not coming, I’ll go ahead. Notify me the moment you have news."

"Also, He Yongkun told me that a Divine Doctor named Chen Xiaobei has appeared in Songshan. He was the one who cured He Zixuan of that Seven Extremes Cold Yin Powder poison. Find a way to contact him for me. If he agrees to treat Miss Qin, he can name any price!"

"Understood, Director," Secretary Wang said with a nod.

Qin Shihua’s room was on the top floor of the inpatient building. By the time Zhong Wannian went up, the area outside the room was already crowded.

He Yongkun, Luo Qingcheng, and others stood at the front, staring at Qin Shihua through the glass window, grave expressions on their faces.

Ordinarily, Qin Shihua was considered one of the top beauties in the Lower Three Continents. At this moment, however, her once-stunning body was covered in pustules the size of thumbnails. There was barely a patch of clear skin. A yellow fluid continuously oozed from the pustules, filling the entire corridor with a nauseating stench.

On the hospital bed, Qin Shihua had fallen into a deep coma. Yet even while unconscious, her hands never stopped clawing at her body, covering herself in bloody scratches. It was a ghastly sight.

Murong Xiaoyi covered her nose and whispered, "Cousin, what kind of disease does she have? She hasn’t been cursed with some evil technique, has she?"

"How would I know? Don’t spout nonsense!" Luo Qingcheng glared at her cousin. Right now, she just wanted to be an invisible bystander, hoping no one would notice her.

Unfortunately, Li Qing overheard Murong Xiaoyi’s words.

"You wretched girl! Our miss is pure and innocent. How could she possibly be afflicted by such an evil technique? Say one more word, and I’ll have someone cut out your tongue!"

Furious, Li Qing grabbed a member of the medical staff and yelled, "Can you people do anything or not? Let me tell you, if anything happens to our miss, all of you here will be buried with her!"

"Secretary Li, you’re blaming the wrong person!" the terrified doctor stammered. "Miss Qin’s illness resembles a type of herpes, but our team of experts has scoured every medical forum, both domestic and international, and we can’t identify the specific strain. We’re truly at a loss for how to proceed!"

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Li Qing snarled, kicking him away.

She was beside herself with worry. She couldn’t understand how her young miss, who had been perfectly fine just moments ago, could suddenly contract such a bizarre illness. Seeing that the matter could no longer be contained, Li Qing decided she had to notify the Qin Family. The Luyang Qin Family had dozens of retained Divine Doctors; she refused to believe not one of them could cure her miss.

But just then, a voice called out, "Sister Li, calm down! Our family’s retained Divine Doctor has a way to treat Miss Qin’s condition!"

Murong Tian and his son came hurrying up the corridor.