The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 743 - 603 Death of Meng Qingxue, Evil Doctor Takes Command [1 Update]_2

Chapter 743: 603 Death of Meng Qingxue, Evil Doctor Takes Command [1 Update]_2

No longer was there the power to stand side-by-side with the Foo Family and the An Family.

Meng Xiong had someone send Meng Qingxue into the old ancestral hall of the Meng Family before he left.

In the evening, Meng Qingxue woke from her pain.

She didn’t even have the strength to eat.

That was when the sound of footsteps rang out.

Meng Qingxue struggled to lift her head and saw a person.

"Senior?" she asked, somewhat astonished, her voice as thin as a wisp, "Are you here to save me?"

From a young age, she knew how to behave to win the favor of elders.

Just be sensible, well-behaved, and able to cry.

That’s why the elders in the Ancient Medicine fields all liked her.

The person didn’t speak, simply walked over, and then broke the shackles on her body.

"Thank you, Senior." Meng Qingxue freed herself from the chains and relaxed her body.

She knew she had blessings upon her and wouldn’t die so easily.

Meng Qingxue tugged at the person’s clothes, weakly speaking, "Could you please help me get out? I need a few herbs. Once I’ve recovered, I’ll definitely repay you."

Hearing this, the person slowly squatted down and raised their hand.

Meng Qingxue hadn’t yet revealed a smile.

In the next second, the hand moved with the speed of lightning and fiercely grasped her throat.

Tightly clutching it, then lifting her up.

Meng Qingxue’s eyes instantly widened, and she uttered a cry of extreme pain, but soon her vocal cords were sealed.

Blood dripped drop by drop from the corner of her mouth, a shocking sight,

The killer deliberately eased their strength, then slowly let go bit by bit.

Such a way to die was pure torture.

Just before dying, Meng Qingxue realized that she had encountered an evil doctor.

Given this person’s standing, even if they were not the leader of the evil doctors, they were certainly a high-ranking official within the dark practice.

Too bad she couldn’t say anything anymore.

Meng Qingxue lay on the ground, eyes still open, but without any sound.

The door was opened and then closed again.

The old ancestral hall was silent, where even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.

But the outside guards were entirely oblivious to the surroundings, still on strict defense.

**

The next day.

Imperial Capital University.

Ying Zijin, after taking her medicine, went to the laboratory.

Her body had just recovered and indeed was not very agile yet.

Ordinary Combat was no problem, but when it came to a confrontation with ancient martial artists, she was still slightly lacking.

Fu Yunshen had sent her out of the Ancient Medical field to recuperate in the capital for a few days.

Then Ying Zijin received a series of alarming calls from Zuo Li.

Indeed, she hadn’t attended school for over a month.

Fighting people was tiring. She’d do a few experiments for fun.

"Classmate Ying, you’ve finally come," Zuo Li said as if seeing a family member, pointing at his head, "Look, I’m going bald waiting for you."

Ying Zijin: "..."

She calmly took out her phone and showed the payment QR code on WeChat.

Zuo Li choked, "No, no, no, I mean, it’s been tough waiting for you, looking out until my eyes sore."

His family still had over a dozen boxes of hair growth shampoo, which would take an age to use up.

"What’s up?" Ying Zijin put on the lab gloves and sat down at the table, "Is there another money-making competition?"

"Classmate Ying, that’s not right, how can life be just about money?" Zuo Li’s mouth twitched, "Didn’t I tell you at the end of last semester that I submitted your paper to an organization in O continent that specializes in celestial research?"

"They replied to me in mid-March, saying that your paper is very innovative and they are planning to reserve a cover spot for you in the May issue of the science journal, and give you a feature column!"

Getting on the cover with her first paper indeed was amazing.

Ying Zijin said "Oh" and nodded.

So, no money then.

What does this have to do with her.

So boring.

Ying Zijin lowered her head, opened the experimental equipment, and entered the password.

Zuo Li, frustrated by the girl’s attitude that "only money could move her," could only continue, "Honor! This is about honor! Classmate Ying, after the journal publishes, you’ll be able to get an honorary title."

"Do you know how old the last person who got an honor of this level was? Twenty-five, and you’re only nineteen. You can apply for the world record now. Once this honorary title is conferred, the president said he’ll grant you a professorship out of sequence."

Ying Zijin stopped and finally showed some interest, "Is there a prize for setting a world record?"

Zuo Li: "..."

It was impossible to continue the conversation.

He completely stopped talking and walked out.

Outside the laboratory, Zuo Li made another call to Chen Junxian, the president of Imperial Capital University: "Yes, that’s right, President. When the May issue of the journal comes out, we must hold a big inauguration ceremony for Classmate Ying."

"Yes, the Celestial Body Institution Center also said that, based on Classmate Ying’s paper, they have a new understanding of parallel universe research."

Zuo Li couldn’t help but sigh.

If the universe could continue to be expanded and developed, this would be a major advancement for human technological society.

**

Meanwhile, at another location.

The Meng Family.

At noon, the butler went to deliver food to Meng Qingxue.

After he handed Meng Xiong’s Hand Command to the guard, he pushed the door open and entered.

As he walked in, the butler began, "Miss Qingxue, here is your meal today, you—"

His words suddenly stopped.

The butler looked at the stiff, ice-cold body on the floor, his expression filled with horror.

His throat tightened as he cautiously stepped forward, testing Meng Qingxue’s breath.

It was no more.

Meng Qingxue was dead!

The butler could hardly believe his own eyes; an uncontrollable fear gripped his heart: "Someone! Quick, someone!"

That’s when the guards rushed in, and they too were stunned by the scene before them.

In the front hall, Meng Xiong was still preparing the funeral arrangements for other members of the Meng Family.

Suddenly, he saw the butler rush in flustered.

Meng Xiong frowned, "What’s the matter? Didn’t I tell you to deliver the food? Don’t go soft on her; how many schemes has she pulled off?"

"No, it’s not that! Ancestor, you said, you wondered if Miss Qingxue might have connections with the evil doctor, but since she wouldn’t talk, we locked her up." The butler knelt down with a thud, "And you instructed us to guard her strictly."

"Yes, that’s true." Meng Xiong immediately stood up, "Was she rescued by the evil doctor?"

"No," the butler bitterly smiled, "Just as you predicted, the evil doctor indeed came, but not to rescue anyone. They killed Miss Qingxue!"

Meng Xiong’s expression drastically changed, "The evil doctor—was anyone seen? Any clues to who it might have been?"

"I am incompetent; I did not notice any disturbances." The butler’s head bowed even lower, his voice trembling, "The next day when I went in to deliver the food as you instructed, I found Miss Qingxue’s body already stiff. The guards did not notice anyone entering."

"Preliminary calculations suggest she had been dead for over twelve hours!"

That meant shortly after Meng Qingxue was confined to the old ancestral hall, the evil doctor had silently entered and killed her.

The butler continued, "Her neck had a fatal wound, and she had been drained of blood. It’s possible that her blood was taken for medicinal purposes!"

Meng Xiong couldn’t help but take a few steps back, collapsing into a chair.

It was still his own kin who had been brutally murdered; he simply couldn’t accept it.

Again, the evil doctor!

The root of all these calamities was the evil doctor.

Meng Xiong took a deep breath, "Are you certain you saw nothing? Not even a trace?"

"There is a trace." The butler’s hands trembled as he took out a Token, "This was something Miss Qingxue was clutching tightly in her hand. We deduced it was grabbed from the evil doctor’s clothing during the murder."

"Her grip was so tight, we had to forcefully pry open her hand to retrieve it."

Meng Xiong took a look at it.

The Token was specially made, with less than ten people in the Ancient medical field possessing such a token.

It served as a pass for the younger generation among the major powers, a symbol of both strength and status.

There was a single character engraved on it.

Ying.