novelraw Chapter 909: Close Combat (Part 4)
Chapter 909: Close Combat (Part 4)
Chapter 909: Chapter 909: Close Combat (Part 4)
Dr. Lu’s eyes were almost popping out, furious, and said, "Who says I didn’t check? I did check!"
"Have you personally tried it?" Tang Sili narrowed his eyes, his tone even more leisurely, "As the family doctor of the boss, since we were hired for a high price, we definitely must, and have to protect the boss’s health and safety with our own lives."
It’s said that in ancient times, when emperors dined, those dishes were not only tasted by the eunuchs, but if necessary, the imperial physicians would also take turns to try them.
Given Xiao Jianming’s status, saying Xiao Jianming is equivalent to an emperor and deserving of such treatment is not wrong. Moreover, it seems Dr. Lu can only do it in front of the others to render them speechless.
Then, before the cook could react, Dr. Lu suddenly reached out, took a spoon from the tray she was holding, scooped a spoonful of the black chicken soup from the bowl, and poured it directly into his mouth.
After drinking this mouthful of soup, Dr. Lu smugly raised his eyebrows at Tang Sili, as if to say "see what you have to say now."
Zhao Mengjin watched this scene from the side, and couldn’t help but think: thinking of her grandfather, Xiao Jianming’s doctor, with such demeanor, how could he behave so improperly. There’s no need to say, it’s definitely that scheming Tang Sili, wherever he goes, attracting enemies from his peers.
It’s just that if someone is a genius, they’re bound to be envied sooner or later anywhere they go.
Zhao Mengjin, who is also called a genius in the music world, can relate to this point.
At this moment, Dr. Lu, who provoked Tang Sili, suddenly saw a meaningful expression on Tang Sili’s face. He paused, followed Tang Sili’s gaze, and saw the cook glaring at him with bulging eyes.
This expression from the cook was undoubtedly a cold splash of water on Dr. Lu’s heart. Immediately, he clutched his chest, his open lips unable to utter a sound, trembled, pointed a finger in the cook’s direction, and collapsed.
The meaning of that finger needs no further explanation, it meant: you got me killed!
Steward Xiao, who had been quietly observing the situation, hurriedly ran over with others, restrained the cook on the spot, while preserving the evidence of the black chicken soup.
The cook, caught red-handed in the act, could no longer pretend, and shouted repeatedly, "It wasn’t me, it was Uncle Tang who told me to do it!"
"Uncle Tang?" Steward Xiao certainly didn’t believe it and questioned her carefully, "You’re saying Uncle Tang instructed you to poison the chairman."
"Yes—" The cook bit her teeth tightly, firmly insisting.
Steward Xiao stared, thinking that once the police arrived and the cook said this, wouldn’t it be grim for Uncle Tang? Uncle Tang had been a trusted confidant by Xiao Jianming’s side for so many years, how could he do such a thing to Xiao Jianming? If Uncle Tang wanted to do it, he would have done it long ago, why wait until now and hire a killer?
At this point, Zhao Mengjin stepped forward and suddenly slapped the cook’s face with an outstretched hand.
The cook was stunned by the sudden slap.
The others were even more dumbfounded, looking at Zhao Mengjin. In their impression, this Zhao family lady was gentle and elegant, seemingly powerless to truss a chicken. Such a thing as hitting someone happening to Zhao Mengjin seemed unimaginable.
Probably only Tang Sili thought it was normal. He slightly curled his lips, as if recalling the scene when he first met her.