A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 397 Satan

Chapter 397: Chapter 397 Satan

Shen Yanhe’s words startled everyone in the hospital room.

The originally dazed Yan Wan suddenly looked up at her, his expression fierce and twisted, and he got up to pounce toward her, "It’s you! You bitch! Slut! Whore! It’s all your fault I ended up like this!"

"Brother! Give me the gun! I’m going to kill her!"

However, Yan Wan’s body was already nearly ruined by his own doings, and he collapsed back onto the bed as soon as he stood up, only able to glare hatefully at Shen Yanhe, cursing filthily.

He even lifted his hands to pinch his eyelids and pull them aside, making a discriminatory gesture of squinting his eyes.

Ba Fang’s expression darkened.

Shen Yanhe’s eyes turned cold, and she casually picked up an empty medicine bottle from the cart nearby and threw it at him.

Her actions were sudden and fierce, the bodyguards present couldn’t react in time.

The empty medicine bottle struck Yan Wan on the mouth and shattered with a bang.

Yan Wan screamed in agony, his mouth instantly oozed blood, continuously dripping onto the quilt, staining it red, "Ah! My mouth! My mouth!"

"!!!!"

Shen Yanhe slowly withdrew her hand and smiled at Yan Wan, the smile not reaching her eyes, "Such a dirty mouth shouldn’t be kept."

The bodyguards in the room were all shocked, and without waiting for Leroy’s command, they rushed towards Shen Yanhe, roaring, "You’re courting death!"

Leroy’s face was ashen, he didn’t make a sound to stop them.

On their own turf, Shen Yanhe dared to make a move, it was clear she was not placing them in her eyes.

The first bodyguard to charge at her threw a punch at her face.

However, the next second, before Ba Fang could act, Shen Yanhe raised her hand and easily caught the bodyguard’s arm, causing him to feel a severe pain.

"Bang—!"

The charging bodyguard was blasted by a strong force directly into the wall, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The surrounding bodyguards were startled and quickly grabbed their weapons to join the fray, turning the hospital room into a chaotic battleground.

Ba Fang originally wanted to stand in front of Shen Yanhe and take on the bodyguards himself, but to his surprise, Shen Yanhe didn’t need his protection.

Her movements were quick, her punches fast and sharp, almost every strike hitting the bodyguards’ weak spots.

Without much effort, the charging bodyguards all ended up lying on the floor.

Shen Yanhe stood amidst the collapsed bodyguards, with Ba Fang behind her, maintaining his fighting stance, looking confused.

Just like that...

It was over?

Apart from Yan Wan who was still wailing, everyone else in the room fell silent.

Fear flashed in Leroy’s eyes.

This woman’s skills had not only not declined but had improved significantly.

It was good that he hadn’t rashly made a move against her before.

Shen Yanhe’s gaze drifted toward Leroy and she said, "Your bodyguards are pretty weak."

A cold glint flashed in Leroy’s eyes, and a smile tinged with a touch of apology appeared on his face as he apologized, "I’m sorry, Dr. YM. These bodyguards were just overzealous in their duties. Rest assured, I will severely reprimand them later."

As he spoke, Leroy’s face hardened and he rebuked, "What are you lying there for? Hurry up and get the doctor! Help Mister Yan Wan treat his wounds!"

The bodyguards scrambled up from the floor and ran out of the room to summon the doctor.

After the doctor had come to bandage Yan Wan and left.

Leroy then turned to Shen Yanhe and asked, "Dr. YM, what did you mean by what you said earlier?"

"I meant it literally," Shen Yanhe replied, taking a wet wipe handed to her by Ba Fang and wiping her hands, her voice indifferent. "The poison I gave him wasn’t lethal, just a bit torturous, he only needed to endure it for three days to recover."

"Unfortunately," Shen Yanhe’s gaze landed on Yan Wan, who was glaring at her with a venomous look, the corners of her mouth slightly raised with a hint of regret, "he couldn’t withstand the loneliness during these three days and injected something else, which caused the toxins in his body to react. He now has only a month to live."

So it goes to show, you can’t stop a man from dying when his time comes.

Yanhe’s face changed drastically, and he panicked instantly, but his mouth was injured, so he couldn’t speak; he could only look at Leroy, sobbing with eyes full of fear.

He didn’t want to die!

He didn’t want to die!

Leroy’s expression changed too.

Although he didn’t like his reckless younger brother Yanhe, he couldn’t just watch him die.

Especially since he was the favorite of their father— if Yanhe died, the blame would surely fall on him, and his position as the heir would definitely be affected.

"Dr. YM," Leroy said, his expression slightly stern as he stared intently at Shen Yanhe with his aqua-colored eyes, "you have a way to save him, right?"

"Yes," Shen Yanhe responded casually, his face still smiling but his eyes extremely cold, "but I don’t want to save him."

At that moment when he squinted his eyes in a disdainful gesture, Yanhe was already a dead man in Shen Yanhe’s eyes.

Leroy smiled lightly, his tone cooling, "I’m afraid that’s not up to Dr. YM."

No sooner had his words fallen than the mercenaries instantly raised their guns, targeting Shen Yanhe and Ba Fang, and the atmosphere became tense instantly.

Just then, people in the hospital suddenly heard a roaring sound from above, as several off-road vehicles drove toward the hospital and surrounded it from all directions.

The nurse who accidentally saw so many vehicles outside was full of confusion.

"Why are there so many cars? Is some important person arriving?"

"Hey, look over there, there are several planes too."

"My God, what’s happening?"

The men guarding the hospital entrance saw the emblems on those vehicles, their faces turned pale, and they quickly ran towards the ward.

"Young master! It’s bad! Snare’s people have arrived!"

The shout from the subordinate broke the tense and heavy atmosphere in the ward.

Ba Fang breathed a sigh of relief, hardly noticeable.

Leroy’s expression shifted, "How could Snare’s people have arrived so quickly?"

Even if Shen Yanhe was one of Snare’s people, they couldn’t have sent someone so rapidly to find her.

Suddenly, Leroy recalled what his men had reported earlier about the investigation into the woman who was the chief’s wife; he abruptly lifted his head, looking incredulously at Shen Yanhe, "Are you really Snare’s chief’s wife?"

Shen Yanhe uttered a sound of acknowledgment, nodding openly, "Yes."

Leroy’s forehead broke out in dense cold sweat.

But that wasn’t all; a bodyguard rushed in frantically, his face filled with panic, "Young master, people from 094 have arrived too!"

"What?" Leroy’s eyes widened, "How have people from 094 arrived as well?"

Were Net and 094 not always enemies?

How come both these major forces have TM arrived today?

While Leroy was endlessly puzzled, footsteps approached the hallway unhurriedly.

A tall and upright figure appeared at the ward entrance.

Everyone in the ward turned to look as one, the mercenaries gripping their guns nervously.

The man standing at the door of the ward wore a tailor-fit haute couture suit, his figure tall and proud, his features handsome and extraordinary, his demeanor noble and elegant.

Leroy’s face turned grave, his expression solemn.

This man was Snare’s chief.

Satan.