Xie Guoqiang interrupted him and asked coldly: "Do you know how Yingying died?"

"I know!" Zhang Yan replied: "We all know this very well. That day Yingying suddenly became ill, you were on duty at the unit, and there was only Sister Wang at home. She asked me for help, and I came over to take a look. Yingying

It was difficult to breathe at the time, so I quickly called an ambulance, and my neighbors upstairs and downstairs helped. But by the time the ambulance came and took Yingying to the hospital, it was already too late."

Xie Guoqiang stared at him: "Do you know how the medical certificate is written?"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "I just heard from the nurse who was present at the time: edema and difficulty breathing. It seems that Yingying died of... suffocation?"

Xie Guoqiang's voice was hoarse: "Then do you know why Yingying suffered from edema and respiratory failure?"

Zhang Yan continued to shake his head: "I don't know about that."

Xie Guoqiang took a deep breath, transferred his daughter's portrait to his left hand, turned around suddenly, pointed his right hand at Wang Fang, and roared extremely fiercely: "It's you... you are the vicious woman who killed me.

My daughter killed Yingying!"

Wang Fang was used to being arrogant at home. Even though she was under control, she still had an angry look on her face. Not to be outdone, she cursed at Xie Guoqiang: "I'm afraid you've eaten too much shit to make yourself happy. Yingying is my biological daughter. I can

Do that kind of thing?"

Xie Guoqiang asked with hatred from deep in his throat: "Did you add soybean flour to Yingying's rice?"

Wang Fang opened her mouth and answered without thinking: "So what? That thing is not poison, it can kill people?"

Xie Guoqiang turned around and faced Hu Pingtao with a sad expression: "My daughter Yingying is allergic to soybeans."

He then turned to Zhang Yan: "Lao Zhang, you also have children. You should know what it means to be allergic to a certain food, right?"

Zhang Yan was shocked and nodded quickly: "I know, I know."

Xie Guoqiang turned to the others, his voice full of infinite sorrow: "We are all neighbors and colleagues in the same work unit. Everyone knows that I am not the kind of person who makes trouble unreasonably. Let me ask you a question: If your children are interested in soybeans,

If you are allergic, will you feed your child soybeans?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar.

"You must not eat foods that are allergic to food! This is common sense."

"Listen to Lao Xie, Wang Fang gave Yingying some soybeans?"

"No way! This kind of approach will kill people."

"I still know about the old Xie family. When Yingying was born that year, I drank alcohol when she was one month old. At that time, I heard that Yingying had allergies."

Xie Guoqiang turned to Hu Pingtao, reached into his pocket and took out a folded medical record.

"Comrade police, look at this." The dozens-year-old man burst into tears in front of everyone: "This...this is my daughter's medical record...she...died unjustly!"

Hu Pingtao opened the medical records.

The earliest records started in February of the previous year.

All symptoms are the same: swelling and difficulty breathing.

There are a total of six diagnosis and treatment records. The most recent one was in mid-March this year.

Xie Guoqiang could no longer hold on. He collapsed on the ground, holding his head in his hands and crying.
Chapter completed!