1285: C1285 Something Happened to Xing Qinghao

C1285 Something Happened to Xing Qinghao

1285 - Xiang Qinghao's accident.

At the international airport in D Nation, Xiang Qinghao's private jet landed steadily. Not long after the plane landed, three black cars drove into the airport's reception channel.

Under the protection of six bodyguards, Xiang Qinghao's slender body quickly walked in the direction of the car.

When he got into the car, the person who came to welcome him was a man in his forties. He was so anxious that he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Young Master, we have been protecting the entire scene. We will wait for you to come and check it out."

"Go to the laboratory." Xiang Qinghao coldly stared at the front. At this moment, a wave of hostility erupted from his body, like an enraged wolf.

The black car sped towards the airport highway, heading towards the medical laboratory set up by Xiang Qinghao's family in this country.

After an hour of rushing, they finally arrived at the door of the laboratory. The black car had just stopped, when the bodyguard in the front seat immediately got out and opened the door. Xiang Qinghao walked down with a gloomy face. He stared coldly at the group of people who had come to welcome them. His footsteps quickly moved towards the stolen cold room. He stood in the heavily invested safe.

The surrounding air was emitting cold air. It was not as cold as his eyes at the moment. He stared at the new drug that was supposed to be used to store his blood and sweat. It was a drug that he was about to announce, but now it was stolen.

"Everyone, get out. Without my order, don't come in. Ask the security chief to leave on his own." Xiang Qinghao pulled his tie as he spoke. The anger in his heart made him feel agitated.

The surrounding people quickly left, afraid to bear the anger of this young master.

Xiang Qinghao walked to the smashed password lock. He stared at the broken glass, and the control panel issued a red alarm. A flash of light shone into Xiang Qinghao's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Only three people knew the password here. One of them had gone to other places to work together last week. Now, apart from himself, there was only one person who could unlock the lock here.

The person in charge here was a cousin of his family, and he was called Third Uncle.

Xiang Qinghao's eyes wandered. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Help me check my Third Uncle's recent account flow. I want the most detailed information." After Xiang Qinghao gave the instructions, he continued to lock the broken password.

He had found someone to create this password lock. Therefore, he was very clear about its specific uses. Such a surface smashing would not be able to destroy its essence.

Xiang Qinghao was waiting for a phone call when a person approached him. This person was in his fifties and was wearing a white anti-bacterial suit. He hid his hand in his pocket and walked towards Xiang Qinghao.

Xiang Qinghao could hear the sound of footsteps. He turned his head and saw his third uncle standing behind him.

"Qinghao, how did you check? Is there anything suspicious? Do you know who stole it?"

Xiang Qinghao called out to him, "Third Uncle, I am still investigating. I will find out sooner or later."

Shou Yang nodded. Yes! Such an important matter, we must find out the truth."

Xiang Qinghao looked at a small piece of powder on the ground, as if the thief was panicking and accidentally broke a bottle. He walked over and squatted down to take a closer look. Behind him, Xing Shouyang also walked over. He bent down and asked, "Qinghao, how is it?"

Xiang Qinghao reached out and touched some of it. He took it out of his pocket and held it in his eyes. There was a needle hidden in his fist.

Suddenly, there was a flash of viciousness in his gentle eyes. While Xiang Qinghao was unprepared, he quickly plunged into the blood vessels around his neck and pushed the medicine inside.

Xiang Qinghao immediately grabbed the needle in shock and looked at the man in front of him in shock. "Third Uncle... what are you doing? What is this?"

"Qinghao, I'm sorry. Third Uncle has no choice but to forgive me." There was pain in Shou Yang's eyes. "I can't help it! They forced me to... use my son's life to force me. If you don't investigate, you'll be fine. But you just called to suspect me..."

After Xiang Qinghao heard this answer, he felt more and more dizzy. He panted as he held the machine beside him and asked, "What did you inject me with?"

"I won't kill you! You just need to sleep and wake up. You will forget about this."

"You..." Xiang Qinghao's eyes widened in anger. He knew what he had been injected with. The moment he lost consciousness in his mind, it was like a slide flash. Finally, it stopped on a girl's face.

He held his head as if he wanted to keep the girl, but he still could not control the effect of the medicine in his mind.

This was a medicine that could wash away the memory nerves. As for the product produced by Xiang Family's research, it would be the greatest guarantee of quality in the medical world.

Xiang Qinghao wanted to catch something. In the end, he was unable to grasp anything. He laid on the ground and muttered, "Xinwei..."

Xing Shouyang used another kind of medicine to wash the residue inside the syringe. He threw it into the trash medicine barrel beside him. At the same time, he picked up a blunt object and threw it at Xiang Qinghao's side of the head.

In an instant, blood flowed out of Xiang Qinghao's ink hair. At the same time, Xing Shouyang also smashed his forehead. He shouted, "Help! Help! Someone is trying to harm young master..."

Therefore, in an instant, a group of people rushed in. In the chaos, they carried the injured Xiang Qinghao away, and Xing Shouyang also came out. It was as if they had just been attacked in the laboratory.

"Third Uncle, what's going on? "Who attacked the young master? Who was it?"

"I didn't see it clearly! As soon as I came in, I saw the young master lying on the ground, and the back of my head was hit by a heavy blow. I also fainted for a while." Shou Yang described the entire process of the attack.

At that time, these people were all ordered out by Xiang Qinghao. No one dared to come in, so it seemed that they gave the criminals a chance to attack.

"I knew it was our mole this time. He came here to steal the experimental products."

Seeing that he had successfully created the fake mole, he immediately pretended to faint.

Xiang Qinghao was sent to the resuscitation room. The doctor checked him and found that he was only injured in the left side of his brain. The wound was not too big, and the blood stopped quickly.

"Young Master's injury is not too serious. He should just be temporarily unconscious. Did he inform Seventh Master?"

"He has been informed. He is on his way. He will inform the other side of the mansion."

"Who dares to fight against the Xiang Family and attack the young master? Let's wait for Seventh Master to come and deal with him!"

When the seventh master was mentioned, everyone's eyes revealed a trace of respect for no reason.

Seventh Master was Xiang Qinghao's youngest uncle, ranked seventh in the Xiang Family. At the same time, he was also the person in charge of the Xiang Family's medical business. With him alone, he was able to open up the global supply chain platform. He was also a guest of the presidents of various countries.

He was in charge of external affairs and Xiang Qinghao was in charge of internal affairs. His two uncles and nephew became the pillars of support for the Xiang Family.

In another lounge, the person who was still pretending to close his eyes and rest, Xianyang, was listening to the commotion. Suddenly, he heard someone beside him call him Seventh Master. His body immediately trembled slightly.

Three hours later, Xiang Qinghao did not wake up. The doctor was waiting patiently. Three black cars drove into the door of the laboratory. The bodyguard opened the door in the back seat of the black car in the middle.

A strong and slender leg quickly stepped down. A mature man dressed in formal attire adjusted the single button on his chest and strode towards the resuscitation room with his long legs.

"Seventh Master, the young master is currently resting in the ward." A doctor immediately rushed over to inform him.

"Take me to see him." A low, magnetic, oppressive voice rang out for no reason.

The man's black hair was combed to the back of his head. He had handsome facial features and an oppressive aura. Wherever his gaze passed, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"How did you protect the young master? Were you attacked in your own laboratory?" The man's voice was filled with anger.

"Yes... it was young master who wanted to stay alone for a while." There was a bold explanation.

"You still dare to find an excuse." The man's gaze was cold and his anger did not diminish.

At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open. The man walked in and stood in front of the bed. He leaned over and looked at his unconscious nephew. The doctor next to him immediately explained his injuries.

"The young master was attacked by the side of his head. The wound was four centimeters long and did not bleed much. When he woke up, he was already unconscious."

"Are there any other injuries on his body?"

"We've checked. Only his brain is injured."

Xiang Baohan narrowed his eyes and looked at his nephew, who seemed to be asleep. He said in a low voice, "You can't let anything happen to you. Hurry up and wake up."1

Xiang Qinghao had slept for a day and a night. Meanwhile, the other person, who had also been attacked, had woken up. When he woke up, he immediately came over and explained to Xiang Baohan what had happened.

By the time he arrived, Xiang Qinghao had already fallen to the ground and could not get up. He wanted to go over and check, but he was hit on the back of his head. He fainted for a few seconds and vaguely saw someone running away.

Using the cover of family love, he panicked. There was no flaw in his words, and even Xiang Baohan did not find it.

"What a pity, young master. What should we do if something happens to him?" Shou Yang pretended to have tears in his eyes.

"Nothing will happen to him." Xing Shouyang pursed his lips and looked at his nephew on the bed. He firmly believed that he would come in.

While he was speaking, Xiang Qinghao's eyelashes fluttered slightly. Xiang Baohan immediately bent over and called out to him, "Qinghao."

Xiang Qinghao naturally opened his eyes. The white light above his head was a little dazed. Immediately after, he saw the man sitting in front of the bed. He immediately sat up and stared at them with a guarded expression.

"Who are you?" Xiang Qinghao asked while covering the place where he was injured. His eyes became even more suspicious and vigilant.

Xiang Baohan's pupils shrank. He cursed in a low voice. "Stinking brat. You don't even remember me?

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