Transmigration: Lady Chi Woos The Ice cold Professor Jun
Chapter 638: Murder-Suicide

Chapter 638: Murder-Suicide

Thousands of miles away from the sea, in the capital, inside of a private ward of a hospital. Five adults with anxious looks on their faces were gathered around an old doctor with white hair. The doctor was examining a female patient who was laying on the bed unconscious. The doctor checked the eyes, the throat and the ears of the patient. He also examined the scarred skin from the face to the back and the limp arms which were being supported by a metal protrusion.

When the doctor was finished, he shook his head and sighed. It was obvious that he felt hopeless as he approached the time to deliver the verdict on the condition of the patient.

"I am afraid that the damage is irreversible and the condition of the patient is permanent." he said in a tone that was as gentle as could be when delivering bad news to the family of a patient.

"No, no, I refuse to believe this. You are simply incompetent, we will find another doctor." one of the two women said arrogantly.

"Daya’s mother, we have invited more than ten doctors that are experts in their respectable fields and all of them are saying the same thing. Yan Daya’s case has become hopeless, it is time to end this ruckus and put her in a hospice."

This was said by Yan Moon who was smoking, even though smoking was strictly forbidden in the hospital because it was harmful to the patients.

Yan Daya’s mother stared at Yan Moon with disbelief and anger. "You want to send your niece to a hospice, you want to send her there to die. Yan Moon have you lost your mind? You could suggest that she be sent abroad for treatment, the family can afford_"

"The family is under my control right now and I will be the first to tell you that we do not have the money to waste on a dead chess piece."

"Uncle!!" Yan Feng gasped and shouted.

"Yan Moon." Yan Daya’s mother screamed. "You are not the patriarch, how dare you make decisions for the family_"

"And who will make them?" Yan Moon mocked Yan Daya’s mother with his gaze and he blew smoke in her direction. "Let me tell you this clearly, it’s either your daughter is sent to the hospice or the morgue. The choice is up to you, and the funding for her continued stay in this hospital will no longer be coming out of the family’s pockets. If you want her here, pay for it out of your own pocket. And one more thing, her modeling agency was started with funds from the family so now that she is out of commission, I will be selling it off to raise cash to renovate our hotels and rebuild there image."

The old doctor was dumbfounded at the level of selfishness he was witnessing. How could a large a family like the Yan’s be willing to throw one of their own out like yesterday’s trash? And why was she being called a chess piece? Was this one of those families that trotted their female children out like prize pieces to farm connections? And on top of all this, this Yan Moon character was smoking like a chimney from the moment he stepped foot in the ward with no regard to the patient or anyone else. He was so disgusted that he could not be in the room any longer.

"If you will excuse me, I will be taking my leave now." he grabbed his small brown bag and his two assistants helped him to a wheel chair and rolled him out of the room.

The woman was still screaming as he left, and even though he noticed that one of the nurses was recording the happenings in the ward secretly, which was very unprofessional he did not warn the family.

Inside the ward, Yan Feng looked at Yan Moon and he said, ’Uncle, why don’t we get her prosthetics from the science park? Every hospital in the empire has a collaboration with them and they can purchase prosthetics with proof of patient injury. We can request for sister to get such prosthetics and fix at least one thing for now. We can also look into hearing aids, and labs outside the empire have made progress in bionic eyes. In fact I have been doing research and even bionic ear surgery is possible outside the empire."

Yan Moon looked at Yan Feng lazily and asked him, "And how much will all those surgeries cost?"

"Around two hundred million_"

Yan Moon cackled before Yan Feng could even finish his words. "My good nephew, if you expect me to take such a huge amount of money out of the company for this purpose then you are more foolish than I thought. Yan Feng, I thought you were capable enough to be my right hand man but I think I misjudged you."

He put his cigarette out on the window sill and added it to the two butts he left there from earlier.

"I did not tell Yan Daya to go gallivanting off in an attempt to seduce Jun Muyang. You lot are responsible for that, especially you." Yan Moon pointed at Yan Daya’s mother who was sobbing loudly, holding on to her daughter’s unconscious body tightly as if she was about to be moved out of the hospital this very moment.

"He rejected her ever since they were teenagers but she was too obsessed to give up. He got married and she would not let him go, for all we know, the plane crushed because she snapped from another rejection and decided to commit murder suicide. What did she say one time, that if she could not have him she would not let Chi Lian have him either." Yan Moon laughed, broken whispery laughs. "Well, it looks like she was successful, Jun Muyang is apparently dead. The sharks are circling around his company in attempt to poach his clients. She got what she wanted and now, she should follow him to the grave obediently. You have just one day to decide to pay for her hospitalization yourselves or I will move her to a hospice which the family trust will pay for."

Yan Moon left after making that declaration and the crying in the room continued. Along with the wailing, accusations were made.

"What are you doing? Our daughter is being given a death sentence while you sit in that corner cowardly. Yan En Le, say something." Yan Daya’s mother grabbed her father by his shirt and shook him while the other stayed in the chair, speechless and unmoving.

"We will send sister abroad," Yan Feng insisted, "Calm down."

The two nurses who had been forgotten by the door stepped out of the room quietly and the one who had been recording immediately contacted the peep star.

[I have something to sell, it’s a video vindicating CEO Jun from all the claims that Yan Daya was his mistress.]

The nurse edited a small portion of the video and sent it along with that message.

One hour later, the peep star posted, again, for the fifth time.

The mighty little peep star: [Cause of air Juan’s crash might be a murder suicide by an obsessed stalker.]