Reincarnated! My Parents and Brothers Beg for My Forgiveness

Chapter 1093: Pills
Editor: Atlas Studios

That day, Xu Qian and Zhuang Zhu were at the entrance of the kindergarten. When she heard that her youngest son was missing, she panicked. In the end, Xu Jin appeared. She was the one who took Zhuang Zhu away. Xu Qian remembered everything.

Panic flashed across Xu Jin’s face. “Madam, don’t just stand there. Sit down so that you can take your blood pressure.”

Xu Qian took a step forward and grabbed Xu Jin’s hand tightly. She shouted angrily, “It’s you! You took my child away! Where is Zhuang Zhu? Tell me!” Zhuang Zhu was stolen by Xu Jin!

Shocked, Xu Jin hurriedly took out a tranquilizer from her pocket and injected it into Xu Qian’s arm. “Madam, sit down first. I’ll help you take your blood pressure.” As the injection was injected, Xu Qian’s eyes slowly turned blurry. Her expression was relaxed and her hands drooped.

By the time she was done with the injection, Xu Qian was already sitting on the stool with lifeless eyes. Xu Jin skillfully took out two pills from the first aid kit and threw them into Xu Qian’s mouth. She only let go when she saw Xu Qian swallow them. It seemed like she had to increase the dosage again.

If this continued, Xu Qian would go completely crazy sooner or later. That was also what Xu Jin wanted. She threw the plastic wrapper into her bag, but the plastic slip accidentally rolled under the table and was covered by the tablecloth.

Xu Jin helped Xu Qian onto the bed before leaving with the first aid kit. She pushed open the door and saw Zhuang Yang walking over from the other side of the corridor.

Xu Jin greeted, “Zhuang Yang, you’re back?”

“Aunt Jin!” Zhuang Yang greeted her and asked, “How’s my mother now?”

Xu Jin sighed and said, “If we still can’t find Zhuang Zhu, I’m afraid your mother’s condition will get increasingly worse. It’s hard to treat her mental illness!”

“Then I’ll go in and see her.” Xu Jin nodded. Zhuang Yang pushed the door open and entered. When the two of them brushed past each other, he seemed to have seen the glint of metal in Xu Jin’s bag, like a needle.

Zhuang Yang did not think too much about it. He quickly walked in and saw Xu Qian lying quietly on the bed. Her eyes were open and lifeless.

“Mom!” Zhuang Yang sat by the bed and called out softly.

Xu Qian did not react.

Zhuang Yang was used to it. He continued, “This year, I held another 15 tours, 18 music festivals, released 37 songs, participated in 13 variety shows, and attended 31 galas.” Unfortunately, he still could not find his sister.

Zhuang Yang continued, “Do you think Zhuang Zhu will see her second brother on stage? She probably will, right?”

Tears flowed from the corners of Xu Qian’s eyes, and her eyes were lifeless.

Zhuang Yang stood up and started walking, but his shoelace came undone. As he bent down to tie it, he noticed a plastic blister pack from some pills under the table. He picked it up. The piece of plastic was about the size of a thumb, cut from a larger sheet of pills, with a bit of English showing.

After looking at the English letters on it, Zhuang Yang said with a puzzled expression, “How come it’s a memory-related medication?” He took a picture of the pills and sent it to a doctor friend, asking about the drug’s effects.

Zhuang Yang: [Help me check what this medicine is for and what side effects it has.] He suddenly thought of something and lifted his mother’s sleeve. Indeed, he saw a needle mark that had yet to fade! Dr. Xu had injected her again? He did not pay much attention to it. He turned around and went downstairs. There was an event tonight. He had to rush to the next city immediately.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At noon the next day, Zhuang Yang ended the event and returned to the airport in the city. He was wearing a hat and mask, but he was still recognized by his fans.

“Ahhh!”

“Yangyang is here!”

“Get over there.”

“Yangyang! Yangyang!”

Yangyang is a fan’s nickname for Zhuang Yang.

Under the escort of the bodyguards, Zhuang Yang greeted the fans, causing a series of screams. Even passersby could not help but look over. After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Zhuang Yang got into the car and took off his mask.

“Brother Yong, shake off the people behind us and go straight to the detective agency.”

“Alright!” Huang Yong sat in the driver’s seat. As the manager with the best driving skills, he liked such difficult things the most. Soon, he shook off the few cars behind him and drove towards South Street.

“We’re here.” Zhuang Yang changed his clothes in the car and got out. He walked into the president’s office and knocked on the door a few times. After hearing a response, he sat down.

“Any news?” In front of Zhuang Yang was a young man in his twenties. His name was He Jin. He was also Zhuang Yang’s childhood friend and the youngest son of the He family.

He Jin rubbed his head worriedly. “No.”

Zhuang Yang did not care at all. He walked to the tea table and poured himself a cup of tea.

He Jin asked tentatively, “Why don’t you give up? Your sister might have died long ago. Our detective agency can’t find any traces of a dead person.”

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