Nan Xian Yu didn't follow up this matter anymore.
He thought that everything would be fine.
But he received a news from Nan Hai Lan in the evening that made him come to the hospital right away.
"How did they let it happen?" Nan Xian Yu asked. He looked at the messy scene and then at Nan Hai Lan, who was sitting on the chair.
"We thought the effect of the medicine had passed and she had calmed down." Nan Hai Lan didn't look at his nephew. "The medicine had crippled her legs and will make her breathing short. However, her hand strength hadn't disappeared and she couldn't accept this change."
Nan Xian Yu looked at the person lying on the bed with the knife stabbed in her heart. Blood was dripping and her face looked ghostly, but it was strangely peaceful.
For a person who had never met with the scene of death or anything like this before, it was strange that Ruan Xian Xie would think of committing suicide in the first place.
