Hilson, who was suppressed by Yan Liheng, felt strong dissatisfaction and jealousy in his heart.

He looked at Yan Liheng's back and narrowed his eyes.

The other party's attitude made his original thoughts more firm.

We must take this opportunity to make a real fake act, so that everyone thinks that Xu Anning is dead, erase this name from everyone's heart, and let her belong to her forever!

Thinking of this, Hilson left straight away.

He found his subordinates and ordered: "Release the news of Xu Anning's death, organize some important people to come over and attend her memorial service. The memorial service will be held tomorrow."

The subordinates who received the instructions went to do it immediately.

The news that Xu Anning was "murdered" by the rebels spread in the main city of South Han.

The most shocking thing was the temporary hospital.

Those medical staff who have been trained, guided or helped by Xu Anning are unwilling to believe this fact, especially Dean Sawyer. In everyone's impression, they all think that they have not received news from Xu Anning during this period because she has returned to China.

But the news was sent by their commander, which made people believe it.

When I heard that there was a memorial service, a group of people represented by Dean Sawyer immediately decided to attend.

But the person who came to inform the message told them that it is okay to participate, and there is a condition for it.

——

Yan Liheng, who had been sleeping all night, was alarmed by the sound outside the house and found that the sky was already bright.

He looked at his watch and it was already the next day.

His eyes moved to the slightly raised white cloth in front of him, his eyes filled with sadness, his face calm and extremely cold.

The last thing he regretted throughout the night was his wrong decision. If Luo Jingming and his wife had not been sent here for impulse, there would have been no such thing as the rest.

But under the clear sky light, everything in front of you is still full of unreality. The inexplicable feeling of thinking that Xu Anning is still alive is even stronger.

The sound outside became louder and louder.

Yan Liheng frowned and stood up.

After several nights of sleeplessness and emotional collapse, coupled with the fact that the rice has not yet entered since yesterday, Yan Liheng, who had stood up, felt dizzy and shook unconsciously.

Just then, a knock came from the door.

"Knock--"

Before he could reply, the door was opened and Hilson walked in.

The deep space-like pupils looked Yan Liheng up and down. Seeing his tired face, a hint of undetectable excitement flashed in his eyes.

"You haven't found it everywhere, it turns out you've been here."

Hilson stood there, glancing at his eyes.

"What's up."

Yan Liheng spoke coldly.

"The accident of the junior sister is a pity. She is an excellent doctor and the adopted daughter of my master and my wife. So, I held a chase for her and the person who came to mourn her has arrived."

Hilson said, turning sideways, showing Yan Liheng the crowd outside.

Not far outside the house, it was indeed arranged as a memorial service according to Han Nan's standard. Huge black and white photos were placed in front of the house, with flowers arranged in front, and many people gathered there. Compared to Hilson, the expressions on those people's faces were very sad.

But Yan Liheng originally didn't want anyone to disturb him.

"My little junior sister is kind-hearted and has helped many people. You won't be so ruthless. Don't let them mourn the little junior sister, right? Of course, you have to participate. You represent the China where my little junior sister is. It is said that China is a country of etiquette. Don't let my little junior sister down."

Hilson curled his lips and showed a smiley expression.

Yan Liheng's cold eyes almost disdained to look at him, and walked out of the room without saying anything.

Hilson immediately followed out and said to everyone: "This is Mr. Yan, who is helping to rescue Dr. Xu. Like my junior sister, they all come from China. Although the rescue measures have not been successful, Mr. Yan has tried his best and people will make mistakes. I hope everyone will not blame him."

It would be fine if he didn't introduce it like this. Once he said this, the people who were immersed in the sadness immediately gathered their eyes on Yan Liheng, and the voices of discussion vaguely sounded.

"Has this Chinese man really tried his best? Why did he look like he was not injured at all?!"

"Can you still make a mistake in saving someone? It's a mistake that caused Dr. Xu to die!"

"What does this person have to do with Dr. Xu? Why didn't he cry at all!"

Faced with the verbal discussion and speculation, Yan Liheng did not speak.

Hilson's eyes were glaring proudly, and he pretended to stop everyone and announced the commemoration service to begin.

Some people kept coming up and bid farewell to "Doctor Xu" with tears on their faces. Some people even recalled the little things they met and got along with Xu Anning.

The saddest one is Dean Sawyer.

He came to the front with flowers, with tears still drying on his old face. He stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, and whispered even more: "Doctor Xu, don't worry, when the new hospital is completed, I will lead well... and the medical school that trains doctors, I will continue... You have done too many things for the people of South Han, as excellent as your parents, you have fulfilled their wishes, and we will not let your expectations down..."

After Dean Sawyer finished speaking even more, he turned to Yan Liheng on the side and said sincerely: "Please mourn. But if you cannot be resurrected by death, please let Dr. Xu be buried in peace!"

After saying that, he left with tears in his eyes.

Except for Dean Sawyer, everyone who walked in front told Xu Anning's contribution to Han Nan and expressed his gratitude. Later, he persuaded Yan Liheng to bury the body in the house.

Yan Liheng listened, his emotions kept fluctuating.

Everyone in front of him seemed to have the same purpose and let him bury the people in the house.

At the end of the memorial service, Hilson even aroused everyone's emotions and forced him to make a decision. Yan Liheng wanted to say something, but a phone ringing interrupted his thoughts.

"Lingling--"

He took out his cell phone and the name on the caller ID was Lu Bao.

Yan Liheng's heart trembled suddenly, and he suddenly felt that the small answer button weighed a thousand pounds and could not be pressed at all.

How should I tell a child this kind of thing?

——

The memorial service ends.

Hilson looked at Yan Liheng's sad look, and after confirming that everyone else had left, he left the scene with pride. After returning to the main urban area, he walked directly to the room where the real Xu Anning was detained.

In order to ensure that Xu Anning will not show up, the guards here are becoming more and more strict.
Chapter completed!