In his memory, his young uncle had always been sickly. Yet, his pitch-black eyes sparkled astonishingly, filled with an intense vitality. His face always carried a relaxed expression, as if he weren't the one who was seriously ill. Ever since he could remember, his young uncle had been ill. He had always thought it was congenital and never entertained any other possibilities.
Fu Bing's words made his hair stand on end.
Were his young uncle's illness and Fu Ya's illness both deliberately caused? If it was poisoning, who could so cleverly keep them bedridden for so long without them dying immediately? Anyone capable of such a thing was certainly no ordinary person.
A name flashed through Su Junxian's mind.
The deceased Lu Ji!
During his young uncle's lifetime, Lu Ji had been the Su Family's doctor.
Su Junxian's expression turned cold instantly.
These matters were like a colossal, tangled web; no sooner was one knot untied than another appeared.
Su Junxian called Lu Yuan.
