C192 Duan Xiangmei Was Stabbed to Death

At dusk, Fan Wenbin returned to his parents' house. He saw that his son was drunk again. Wang Fang could not help but complain as she nagged, "He's already so old, yet he doesn't know that he takes care of himself. He even drinks all day long. " At the same time, she helped her son to the bed to rest. At this moment, Fan Youmin had gone to the riverbank and hadn't returned yet.

Just as he lay on the bed, his phone rang. Fan Wenbin closed his eyes and answered the call in a daze. "Hello," Duan Xiangmei's reproachful voice sounded from the phone. "Where are you now? It's been a day since I went out. Why aren't you back yet?"

"In my hometown. " Fan Wenbin chuckled and said vaguely, "I drank with a few people and got drunk. He was about to sleep. " Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still drank quite a bit. Especially when Old Bighead promised to go to Shenzhen the day after tomorrow, it made him feel relaxed. It was as if he had taken off a heavy object that he had been carrying for a long time, and he could not help but drink to his heart's content.

"Alright. Go to sleep. " Duan Xiangmei said helplessly. Before she hung up the phone, she reminded him again, "Drink some wine and don't drive. Be careful if something happens. "

She had always been worried about her husband's habit of gathering and drinking as soon as he returned to his hometown. She was afraid that something bad would happen, but she had tried to persuade him many times, but it was to no avail. She could only feel anxious in her heart. Sometimes, when she was angry, she would secretly scold him, "One day, I will be drowned by alcohol. "

When she said this, she would never have expected that the one who would cause trouble was not her husband who loved drinking, but her cautious self. Furthermore, the calamity had suddenly descended without any warning. Of course, Fan Wenbin also did not expect that this would be the last time he would make a phone call with his wife, who had been in love for many years.

After the phone call with his wife, Fan Wenbin casually threw his phone away, and very quickly, he entered the Heavy Dream Village. After that, he even made a very heavy and comfortable snoring sound. After an unknown amount of time, a sharp and ear-piercing ringtone sounded very quickly, and only then did he wake up.

He rubbed his eyes and hurriedly grabbed his phone to take a closer look. It was a very unfamiliar fixed phone number. Looking at the district number, it was a local number in Daan. He muttered, "It's midnight. Who called?" Initially, he didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but answer the call.

The other party was a woman. He first asked if it was Fan Wenbin. After receiving a very positive answer, he said, "Something happened to your wife. Quickly come to the county hospital's emergency room. " After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone very straightforwardly.

Seeing the other party speak in such a manner, Fan Wenbin sneered. Dissatisfied, he called back the phone again, and prepared to scold the other party. Unexpectedly, When he asked, "Where is this phone from?" He heard the man coldly and directly say, "It's from the emergency room of the county hospital. Your wife was stabbed. She's in the emergency room. Hurry up.

Immediately, Fan Wenbin felt a buzzing sound in his head. He did not bother to say anything else, and hurriedly put on his clothes. He quickly ran to the courtyard and was blown by the cold wind. His mind was much clearer. He said in a tight voice, "Mom. I have to go back to the city. " Then he drove the Land Rover. He ran all the way to the county hospital. At this time, it was about one o'clock in the morning.

The emergency room of the county hospital was brightly lit. A few doctors and nurses in white coats walked in and out from time to time. They looked very busy and nervous, but they were very orderly. Fan Wenbin stopped a woman who looked like a nurse and asked urgently, "Excuse me, where is Duan Xiangmei?"

The woman glanced at him strangely, then said coldly, "You are Duan Xiangmei's man? Why are you only here now? Your wife was stabbed with a knife and is currently being rescued. " After saying that, he gave her a strange and hateful glance. Then, he carried a plate filled with a lot of medicine and walked into the emergency room.

At this time, a few men and women heard their voices and surrounded them. One of them was a very tall and strong woman. Fan Wenbin recognized her. She was a very good high school classmate of Duan Xiangmei's. Her name was Yan Guifang, and she was also a sports teacher in Second Senior High School. She was Duan Xiangmei's best friend.

"What happened to Duan Xiangmei? What happened? What happened? " Seeing Yan Guifang's face full of tears, Fan Wenbin only felt his heart suddenly sink. He stared at the other party, and a terrifying cold light shot out from his eyes as he repeatedly asked.

Yan Guifang only cared about crying, how could she say a word. After a while, she stopped crying and said, "I'm sorry, Director Fan, it was us who harmed Duan Xiangmei. " Then, she sighed deeply and quietly told him the reason.

This year, the news of Duan Xiangmei being promoted to a senior high school post quickly spread in his WeChat Moments. Some classmates and friends who had a good relationship called to congratulate him. They even encouraged him to take some time to celebrate. After all, being able to be promoted to a high position was a very good thing.

Seeing Duan Xiangmei happily agree, Yan Guifang volunteered to organize this student gathering. Because the people attending the reunion were either high school classmates or university classmates, they knew each other and had a good relationship.

After some discussion, the time of the gathering was set to be last night. The location was finally chosen to be the famous Wulan Hotel in Daan County. After dinner, when they saw that it was still early, everyone was still unsatisfied. They chatted and laughed as they went to the card room on the fourth floor to sing. They were very happy.

Around eleven o'clock, the student gathering finally ended. When they walked out of the Wulan Hotel, it was already very late at night. It was also very cold, and the cold wind kept blowing. The street lights were hazy and dim. There were very few pedestrians. All of them rushed home in the cold wind.

After Duan Chao bade farewell to Mei Yan and Gui Fang, he walked along the street and talked as he walked towards his home. The two of them used to be classmates who had a very good relationship with each other. Now, they were also friends. They were very good colleagues. Moreover, the two families were not far from each other, and they often met in the vicinity of the People's Square.

Because they drank a little wine, the two of them felt very hot. In this very cold winter night, they did not have a trace of sleepiness. They endured the chilly wind as they walked and gurgled some women's insightful words as well as different evaluations of the school's leaders and teachers.

As they walked, they unknowingly arrived at the People's Square. Yi Yuan District was to the south of the square, and Yan Guifang's home was not far from the square. At this time, there was no longer a single person in the square, only the two of them. After walking for a while, they felt a bit cold. It was already late at night, so they broke up and went home.

Yan Guifang had just walked a short distance when she heard Duan Xiangmei screaming. She hurriedly turned around and saw a black shadow pressing down on Duan Xiangmei and beating him up fiercely. Duan Xiangmei let out a blood-curdling scream. In this spacious and empty night square, the sound was extremely sharp and miserable.

Yan Guifang was a sportswoman and had a strong body. She was usually braver than most girls. Seeing this scene, she forgot her fear and hurriedly rushed over. She even shouted a few times. "What are you doing? How are you going to hit people?"

When she ran to the front, under the dim light, she saw clearly that the black shadow was a man. His face was covered in a black veil and he held a sharp knife in his hand. The tip of the knife was still dripping liquid. She knew clearly that it was the blood on Duan Xiangmei's body.

Seeing that someone had come, the black shadow carried the sharp knife and hurriedly ran into the dark underbrush. When Yan Guifang helped Duan Xiangmei up, the black shadow had already disappeared. At this time, Duan Xiangmei's entire body was covered in blood and his breathing was weak as he screamed continuously.

Seeing this scene, Yan Guifang hurriedly called the emergency number 120 and called a few male students who were attending the gathering, asking them to hurry over. Not long after, the ambulance came whistling over. Duan Xiangmei also fainted.

After telling her what had happened, Yan Guifang was very sad as she swallowed her saliva. She kept saying, "It's all my fault. It was I who harmed Duan Xiangmei. It was me who harmed Duan Xiangmei. "Then, she ran to the front of the hospital garden and started vomiting.

"How could it be like this? How did a fine person become like this?" Fan Wenbin quietly stood at the door of the emergency room, staring at the big red words written on the glass window, "Help save the wounded and save the dying. " He felt that it was written with his wife's blood, and it was still dripping with his wife's blood.

He just stood there silently, forgetting everything. He also forgot himself, until the door of the emergency room suddenly opened. A male doctor in a white coat walked out and shouted in a very cold voice. "Who is the patient's family?" Only then did he wake up. He quickly asked, "How is the patient?"

"Dead. His injuries were too serious, so he couldn't be saved. " The male doctor shot a cold glance at Fan Wenbin. His tone was very cold as he said this sentence, as if he was talking about a pig or a dog that had died. It was very simple and casual. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the emergency room. He never came out again.

Fan Wenbin turned around and walked into the emergency room. His eyes were fixed on the four big red words on the glass door of the emergency room. Vaguely, he saw his wife, who was covered in blood, lying on the operating table. After a moment, he felt a loud explosion in his chest, as if a heavy bomb had suddenly exploded. With this huge explosion, he immediately lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, under the light, he saw Yan Guifang and a few men and women who seemed to be familiar with each other standing by the bed with solemn expressions. Only then did he understand that he was lying in the ward, with liquid still hanging on his arm, dripping into his body one drop at a time.

"How is Duan Xiangmei? Saved?" After a moment, he stared at Yan Guifang and asked in a low voice. He only remembered that his wife had been stabbed by a bad person with a knife and was currently being rescued in the emergency room. He did not know if she had been saved or not.

Yan Guifang did not answer. She only cared about silently crying. After Fan Wenbin fainted, she and her classmates hurriedly called for the doctor to carry out the rescue. As for the other students, they sent Duan Xiangmei's corpse into the morgue, and waited for Fan Wenbin to wake up before dealing with it.

After a while, Fan Wenbin seemed to understand. Two lines of silent tears flowed down along his cheeks. And then. . . He let out a long sigh and turned his face away with hatred. He no longer paid attention to Yan Guifang and the others. Duan Xiangmei's death and these few people in front of him. . . It's got a lot to do with it. He could only use this method to express the hatred in his heart.

After a short while, Fan Wenbin took out his phone and called his eldest son, Fan Xuehua, to ask him to quickly make a trip to the county hospital. Then, after thinking for a while, he called his younger sister, Fan Wenchun's brother-in-law, Zhang Qun, and asked them to come over. Fan Wenchun was an obstetrician in the county hospital, and he lived upstairs in the hospital.

When Fan Xuehua rushed to the county hospital in a hurry, it was already dawn. In the morgue, he saw his father, whose face was filled with sadness, standing quietly with his hands down, and his aunt, Fan Wenchun's uncle, Zhang Qun. At the same time, he saw his mother's body, which was covered in a white cloth. He shouted loudly and threw himself on it, crying out loud.

"Big brother, the matter has already happened. You have to take care of yourself. " Fan Wenchun also shed tears and softly advised his big brother. Among the two sister-in-law and sister-in-law, she had a very good relationship with Duan Xiangmei. As for her younger brother Fan Wenlin's wife, Liu Aijuan, she was just like her mother, Wang Fang. They did not meet and did not interact with each other.

After receiving her brother's call, although her brother didn't say anything on the phone, she and her husband, Zhang Qun, immediately sensed that something had happened. At first, they thought that something had happened to Fan Xuehua. Young people like to provoke. However, he never expected that his sister-in-law, Duan Xiangmei, would be stabbed to death.

Zhang Qun stood beside Fan Wenbin and did not speak. In such an occasion, what else could he say? After a long period of time, he said, "Big brother, quickly do the funeral for sister-in-law. If this continues, there's no other way. "

The couple were doctors and had long been accustomed to seeing people's lives and deaths. However, when they faced the bloody corpses of their loved ones, their numb hearts still felt a trace of fear and pain. After that, Zhang Qun told his wife the truth, "Your loved ones are different from others. "

Next, Fan Wenbin set up a memorial hall at home for his wife, Duan Xiangmei, to hold a funeral. His youngest son, Fan Xueli, was secretly sent back to his hometown before his mother's body was sent home, and was taken care of by his grandmother, Wang Fang. The reason was that his mother was sent to study abroad by the school, and his father was busy with the company's matters. No one had the time nor the time to take care of him.

The scale of this funeral was not big, just like other families. However, in a big safe county, it caused a big and big sensation. Because the deceased was a very famous English teacher in the county's Second Senior High School, and had just been promoted to a senior position, he had been killed with a knife. As a result, it attracted a lot of people's attention and discussion.

Among these people, the one who felt the most pain was the students in the college entrance exam's remedial class. Duan Xiangmei was their form teacher, and also one of their respected teachers. Her sudden death had cast a shadow over the hearts of every student for a short period of time. It was a shadow that they could not get rid of for a short period of time.

Under the arrangement of the class cadres, the entire class was divided into several groups. They took turns to wait in front of Duan Xiangmei's spirit to receive their family and friends who came to offer their condolences. The students' actions, which were filled with sincerity, gave Fan Wenbin, who was deeply immersed in pain, a great boost to his spirit.

Looking at his wife's portrait, which was very young, he could not help but say something from the bottom of his heart. "In this world, there are still many good people. Xiangmei, you can leave without worry. There are many people crying for you, feeling sad for you, and also suffering for you. "

Among these students, the one who suffered the most was Zhou Boyi's son, Wu Yang. At that time, under the efforts of Duan Xiangmei, he was sent to the County Second Senior High School by his mother for supplementary studies. Under the efforts of Duan Xiangmei, he entered her tutoring class as the form teacher.

During this period of time, Wu Yang's academic results had made great progress. Every time he took a diagnostic exam, he would enter the top ten. He was so happy that his mother, Zhou Boyi, could not close her mouth. In her words, her son had turned over a new leaf and was a prodigal son who would never change. Only when he truly knew what to do would he have the ability and future.

Duan Xiangmei's accidental death caused her to be the class teacher for the college entrance examination. After being depressed for many days, she finally got rid of the trauma in her heart. She pulled herself together again and wholeheartedly devoted herself to her studies. As for Wu Yang, he was still immersed in a state of grief. From day to night, he could not muster up any energy, much less study.

Seeing Duan Xiangmei's death give his son such a serious mental blow, Zhou Boyi was anxious. He patiently and meticulously persuaded him many times, but it did not have any effect. His son was still in a trance. In the end, after much consideration, for the sake of her son's future, she decided to transfer her son to another school.