City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 298 - 298 299 Relic

298: Chapter 299: Relic 298: Chapter 299: Relic Zhu Guifang increasingly felt the house’s odor was nauseating, making her want to vomit.

She was preparing to tell Zhang Yi to pay the rent quickly and clean up the house, or move out so she could bring in a new tenant.

Just as Zhu Guifang finished speaking, her short, thick neck was suddenly grabbed by Zhang Yi.

Zhu Guifang was not tall, short and fat, with a very short neck.

When Zhang Yi grabbed her neck, she thought Zhang Yi had gone mad.

As she struggled desperately to break free from Zhang Yi’s grip, at some point, Zhang Yi had already taken out a sharp awl and thrust it into her neck.

The awl stabbed her three times consecutively, and blood spurted out.

As Zhu Guifang’s large body and head twisted non-stop, she quickly lost all signs of life.

When her body went limp, Zhang Yi’s mouth moved close to Zhu Guifang’s mouth, and insects from his mouth entered Zhu Guifang’s mouth, traveled down her throat, and into her stomach.

Those insects quickly began devouring her internal organs, leaving her with nothing but a thin layer of dead skin, her hair, and her empty clothes, just like Ma Wenjuan in the morgue.

After consuming Zhu Guifang’s body, the insects grew larger and then returned to Zhang Yi’s body.

“That fat woman hasn’t come out for a long time.

Did she hook up with that Zhang Yi?”

“Keep your voice down.

If Miss Zhu hears you, you’re done for.”

The two security guards in the guard pavilion saw Zhu Guifang’s car go in and stay for a long time without coming out.

They found it odd.

However, since the house was hers, the two guards didn’t think much of it.

…

When Li Molian announced in class that Zhang Wei had passed away from late-stage lung cancer, the girls who had been close to him burst into tears on their desks.

Instantly, the atmosphere in Class Three turned heavy and oppressive.

Zhang Wei was dead.

This was within Ye Qiu’s expectations.

He had hoped Zhang Wei would live a few more days, but Zhang Wei, unaware of his fate, had gone to see King Yanluo first.

Of course, now that Zhang Wei was dead, Ye Qiu felt nothing about it.

Su Luoluo, upon hearing Li Molian mention Zhang Wei’s death, was somewhat surprised.

She hadn’t expected him to disappear so suddenly.

However, she had no feelings for Zhang Wei and only saw him as a classmate.

Looking at Ye Qiu, she noticed his unchanged expression and quietly asked, “He’s dead.

Are you happy?”

“What’s there to be happy about?”

Ye Qiu asked strangely.

“Then why do you seem different from everyone else?”

Su Luoluo indeed felt that while others in the class were either sad, surprised, or shocked about Zhang Wei’s death, Ye Qiu seemed indifferent.

“Because before he died, his parents kept calling people to ask me to treat him,”

Ye Qiu explained.

That explanation seemed to make sense to Su Luoluo.

But would this disease really have been curable?

Su Luoluo only knew that Ye Qiu had cured Zhou Bao from Zhou Dabao Jewelry Group, who had a similar illness.

So Su Luoluo believed that Ye Qiu could have cured Zhang Wei but chose not to.

“Classmates, don’t be too sad.

Study well and hope that Zhang Wei’s spirit in heaven will bless you with outstanding results in the upcoming college entrance exams,”

Li Molian said.

If anything, her words only made the class atmosphere worse.

Except for Ye Qiu, Su Luoluo, Liu Lingxiu, Li Shen, and Zhu Zhiming, most of the other students were visibly affected emotionally.

Some even dared not look at Zhang Wei’s empty seat.

“Pack up Zhang Wei’s belongings.

I’ll have his parents come to take them back,”

Li Molian instructed.

Besides textbooks and study materials, Zhang Wei’s desk also contained other items.

But his deskmate was too scared to touch them.

After Li Molian finished calling Zhang Dongliang, Zhang Dongliang instructed Li Qiang and the others to pack up all of Zhang Wei’s things from the classroom.

He would come by to collect them as keepsakes.

Ye Qiu didn’t stay in the classroom but left with Li Shen and Zhu Zhiming.

Outside the classroom, Li Shen and Zhu Zhiming still looked shocked.

They hadn’t believed Zhang Wei was really gone.

Even though they didn’t like Zhang Wei, now that he was dead, their only response was to marvel at how sudden his death was.

They went to an internet café to continue gaming together.

…

Li Qiang and three others packed Zhang Wei’s books, study materials, and other items from his desk into two large boxes.

The four of them carried the boxes out of the classroom and to the school gate.

When Zhang Dongliang arrived in his car, it was evident he had not yet stabilized emotionally, his face looking pale.

“Xiaowei had good friends in you four.

Before he died, he asked me to look after you.

After your college exams, if you don’t plan to continue school, you’re welcome to work at my company,”

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang,”

Li Qiang and the others said in turn.

“These are all Xiaowei’s belongings.

Take a book as a keepsake if you’d like, and I’ll take the rest back to keep in his room.”

Li Qiang and the others each took an NBA basketball magazine.

These were the magazines Zhang Wei had bought from freshman to senior year.

Although they had read them many times, they each took one more as a keepsake.

After loading the two large boxes into Zhang Dongliang’s car trunk, he drove away.

Earlier, from excessive grief, Liu Ying had fainted and only woke up about two hours later in a Jinling Hospital room.

Zhang Dongliang had already notified Liu Ying’s close friend, Xiaofeng, to come take care of her.

Xiaofeng hadn’t expected Zhang Wei’s condition to deteriorate so quickly.

Initially, she and the fortune teller had planned to scam money from Zhang Dongliang and his wife.

But now that Zhang Wei was truly gone, Xiaofeng felt guilty facing the couple.

Even so, she came to help when Zhang Dongliang asked her.

Zhang Dongliang drove back to his neighborhood.

The guards and residents didn’t know about Zhang Wei’s death yet.

Seeing Zhang Dongliang’s distressed look, the guards didn’t offer to help carry the boxes, as they usually did for a tip.

Zhang Dongliang carried the boxes himself up the elevator and into the apartment, placing them in Zhang Wei’s room.