Can’t Take My Eyes Off You Chapter 947 - Murderer

Chapter 947: Murderer

Jiang Yao suspected that Zhou Xiaocheng had died more than 20 minutes ago. She had jumped off a building in her pajamas to commit suicide. Some parts of her body were exposed—there were many fatal wounds in those areas. However, Jiang Yao could not see any signs of resuscitation.
After those doctors sent Zhou Xiaocheng to the operating theater, they did not even try to revive her. They only pretended to do that. Zhou Xiaocheng’s injuries were so severe that she would probably have died within half an hour after they went into the operating theater, especially without timely resuscitation attempts. However, the doctors must have stayed in the operating theater for an hour and a half before they informed Zhou Xiaocheng’s family that she had died!
“Nonsense! Nonsense!” The doctor was so angry that he stomped his feet. “You’re deliberately stirring the emotions of the deceased’s family members. You’re going to be held legally responsible for your words! You’re so young, and you haven’t done anything yet—you’re full of nonsense! Are you even worthy of your parents?”
“Whether I’m worthy or not is my business. Why don’t you ask yourself—are you worthy of your conscience? Her name is Zhou Xiaocheng. The pain she experienced before she died was enough to make anyone pity her, yet you’re still so heartless to deprive her of her life. How much has the Chai family given you? How much is a human life worth? If it were me, I would never do anything to harm a human life—not even for a mountain of gold! That is the basic principle of being human, and it is also one’s basic moral. If you can’t even behave like a human being, how are you different from an animal?”
Jiang Yao’s rhetorical question was profound and forceful; her gaze was clear and full of conviction. It was a sharp blade that went straight through one with a guilty conscience.
“There were no signs of resuscitation attempts on Xiaocheng’s body, nor were there any trace of treatment. You didn’t treat the patient promptly, and you delayed the golden time for a rescue so badly that your patient died. And, that is murder!” Jiang Yao pointed at Zhou Xiaocheng’s exposed arms and neck. “Take these two places as an example—there are large wounds here. Based on the location and condition of these wounds, they would have caused massive blood loss if not treated in time. Xiaocheng’s clothes are almost dyed red with her blood, and there is only so much blood in the human body. How much blood had stained her clothes? How dare you even say that you’ve tried to save a patient who had been sent to the operating room?”
As soon as Jiang Yao finished speaking, Zhou Xiaoguang stood up and punched the doctor in his face. The young man had channeled her anger into that punch; the doctor lost one of his teeth to that attack—he screamed as he covered his face in pain.
However, how could the doctor’s scream compare to the pain in Zhou Xiaoguang’s heart?
“Murderers! Murderers! Give my sister back to me! Give her back to me!” Zhou Xiaoguang roared as tears fell from his eyes.
It was a difficult moment for that teenager. He had been locked up in the police station for several days, but he did not shed any tears. However, when he heard how his sister was killed while he stared at her body, he could not hold back his anger and tears.