Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 897

Chapter 897: 222: Peeling off the truth layer by layer, brutally torturing Dr. Zheng Lingling’s family!

Dead?

Ni Yang is dead?

Mrs. Zheng’s face turned deathly pale, "Ms. Fu, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

It was eerily quiet around.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the atmosphere became ominously terrifying.

Ni Cuihua looked at Ms. Fu, her mouth twitching into a stiff arc, "Ms. Fu, please stop joking."

Zheng Lingling frowned, "Ms. Fu! It’s early in the morning, what are you babbling about? It’s bad luck!"

A look of triumph flashed in Zheng Xianjing’s downcast eyes.

She knew Ms. Fu wasn’t joking.

At last, she was dead.

That bitch Ni Yang was finally dead!

If it weren’t for the setting, she would have laughed out loud.

Ms. Fu was trembling all over, knowing how important Ni Yang was in this family, "It’s true, Miss Yangyang is really gone..."

"Bang!" The cup in Ni Cuihua’s hand fell to the floor as she ran upstairs.

Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng immediately followed Ni Cuihua.

"Mom and Dad, slow down, maybe Ms. Fu got it wrong! Yangyang is just asleep." Zheng Lingling supported Mrs. Zheng’s arm, secretly signaling Zheng Xianjing.

Zheng Xianjing immediately stood up and ran to Mr. Zheng’s side, "Grandpa, please slow down."

Shangguan Dehui came from the other side and upon seeing the situation, he asked, "What happened here?"

"Miss Yangyang had an accident," Ms. Fu said.

Hearing this, Shangguan Dehui’s expression changed, and he followed everyone else upstairs, "What happened to Yangyang?"

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They didn’t know how to respond.

"It’s okay, Yangyang must be fine," Ni Cuihua muttered to herself as if reciting a mantra.

Ni Yang’s room was on the third floor, the door was open.

Ni Cuihua rushed in, "Yangyang! Yangyang!"

Then came a burst of mournful crying, "Yangyang! What happened to you? Yangyang, please open your eyes and look at mom!"

"Yangyang!" Mr. Zheng and Mrs. Zheng were also in a panic.

Ni Yang lay on the bed, her face deathly pale.

Shangguan Dehui reached out his index finger to her nose and suddenly, his pupils shrank.

No breath!

She wasn’t breathing!

The servant’s expression was grim, "You’ll know if you go to Miss Yangyang’s room."

A bad premonition rose in Zheng Suyu’s heart, and she walked upstairs.

Doctor Jiang had already arrived; she sat by the bed, pressed her stethoscope to Ni Yang’s body, sighed, and said, "Tingting, Dehui, mourn her loss."

Hearing Doctor Jiang’s words, Zheng Lingling’s hanging heart finally relaxed.

Zheng Suyu walked in just in time to hear this.

Immediately, her mind went blank.

Mourn her loss?

Why mourn?

Zheng Suyu’s eyes followed to the bedside, and saw the pale, silent Ni Yang.

Ni Yang...

Dead?

Horror struck Zheng Suyu, her blood running cold, she staggered several steps, and finally fell to the ground.

It was her fault that Ni Yang was dead!

It was her fault that Ni Yang was dead!

Zheng Suyu opened her mouth, a hard lump formed in her throat, and she could not make a sound.

She had never intended to kill Ni Yang.