Fang Shuwen ignored the clamor outside.
He pushed open the door and entered the room on the left.
The room was small, with just a table and a couch. A woman was lying on the couch.
She was the Young Chief of the Lu'an Escort Agency, Lu Guiyan.
Lu Guiyan was fair-featured, but her face had a bluish tint.
'She's definitely been poisoned.'
Fang Shuwen walked over, reached out, and lifted the quilt for a look. The wound was on her arm and had already been bandaged.
A foul, fishy stench emanated from beneath the fine cloth, and the blood was dark and clotted.
He checked her pulse. It was faint, almost nonexistent.
Fang Shuwen shook his head gently:
'She's on the verge of death, and they're still worried about taking responsibility.'
'They're either stupid or malicious.'
He first reached out and unwrapped the bandage on her wound. It was a mess of poisoned blood; leaving it to flow freely was better than keeping it covered.
