My Little Mom is the Richest

But he kept Wang Fuqu, the only child his daughter could not let go of. In Yang Zhen's eyes, this man was also a factor that led to his daughter's death. If his daughter had not fought for him, she would not have fallen ill on the operating table at such a young age.

Yang Zhen's feelings towards Wang Fuqu are mixed. On the one hand, Wang Fuqu is the person whom his daughter loves the most. On the other hand, this child is also a member of the Wang family. He will definitely know that his grandfather was killed by his grandfather in the future.

But Yang Zhen still decided to keep Wang Fuqu. He wanted to see how the last member of the Wang family lived this puppet-like life! He wanted his daughter's spirit in heaven to see the fate of the Wang family!

The operation was about to begin. The room where Wang Fuqu was located was deep inside the Potala Palace. It was surrounded by dark murals, which gave off an uncomfortable feeling. The entire room was decorated like a modern surgery. room appearance.

In addition to the murals on the wall, teams of soldiers were guarding the inside and outside of the room, not allowing anyone to enter. Doctors and nurses had already been guarding the operating table. This time they directly saw Yang Zhen transporting a living person.

In the past, several soldiers obtained an organ from nowhere and brought it to the doctor. But this time it was special. They had to use fresh bone marrow. They took out the entire bone marrow from Mu Xue and transplanted it into Yang Zhen's body.

The whole process cannot be waited for a moment, otherwise if all the cells in the bone marrow die, the bone marrow will have no medical value. A soldier walked up to Wang Fuqu and took Mu Xue from Wang Fuqu's arms.

Wang Fuqu's indifferent eyes were always staring at Yang Zhen on the hospital bed. He no longer had too many emotions to express. The old man lying on the hospital bed may be his only relative in the world.

But he didn't feel any sadness in his heart. Perhaps after his grandfather left, the remaining sadness he had was completely lost. Although he felt remorse, there was no sympathy or sadness at all.

He didn't know if what he was doing was right. Seeing Yang Zhen looking like he was dying, Wang Fuqu suddenly felt that maybe he should put this girl down. She was still so young and shouldn't give her life for an old man who was about to die!

But there were Yang Zhen's people all around. A dozen armed soldiers looked around with vigilance. If there was any movement, they would shoot immediately. This place had become Yang Zhen's private castle.

The only way is to kill all the soldiers here before anyone can react, and then lock the door before people from outside rush in. This door is completely made according to military defense.

Ordinary artillery shells cannot open here at all. Even ground-penetrating missiles have to flatten the Potala Palace above before they can get in. This thought in Wang Fuqu's mind infected his brain like a virus.

Seeing Mu Xue being carried step by step to the operating table next to Yang Zhen, Mu Xue, who was still sleeping, looked a little pale because she had been relying on saline water for several days. Such a childish and youthful face seems to see him back then.

The Wang Fuqu back then was dead, and all that was left was an empty shell, a walking corpse. Wang Fuqu often thought that if she really died in a car accident, maybe she wouldn't have to live such a tiring life. This girl had a lot of youth to squander. . ,,.