Chapter 153: Lost in spirit

After hearing Jiang Chenfeng's plan, Yang Guofeng nodded with a gloomy expression and agreed.

Once they had finalized the plan, Jiang Chenfeng left the room and went outside.

After stepping out of the room, he saw many members of the Yang Family standing in the courtyard.

Yang Zirong was standing among the crowd. Seeing Jiang Chenfeng walk out, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Jiang, how is my father's condition? Didn't you get the magical medicine from Old Divine Doctor Kou?"

"I did indeed obtain the magical medicine and had Uncle Yang take it. However, Uncle Yang's condition is complex and requires a period of recuperation. I had Old Divine Doctor Kou write a prescription to regulate his body, so please arrange for someone to brew it!" Jiang Chenfeng said as he took out the prescription he had prepared beforehand.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Yang Zirong took the prescription voluntarily, glanced at it briefly, and warned, "Jiang, you had better make sure there's nothing wrong with this prescription! If anything happens to my father after he takes your medicine, I will definitely not let you off!"

Although he said this on the surface, he was secretly overjoyed inside.

He had already been planning to make a move, but was just struggling with how to do it without leaving any traces.

As it turned out, Jiang Chenfeng coming to the Yang Family had solved his worries!

Furthermore, Jiang Chenfeng producing a prescription gave him the perfect scapegoat!

As long as he tampered with the medicine while it was being brewed, he could send Yang Guofeng to his grave.

In this way, even if Yang Guofeng died, it would have nothing to do with him, and the real responsibility would lie with Jiang Chenfeng!

At that time, he could also blame Shuyue as well, since it was Shuyue who brought Jiang Chenfeng in.

Once Shuyue was burdened with the responsibility, he could logically take over the family power from her and become the next head of the Yang Family!

How could Jiang Chenfeng not know what Yang Zirong was thinking?

Everything was within his expectations, so he let Yang Zirong leave with the prescription.

About an hour later, the servant finished brewing the medicinal soup and prepared to take it to Yang Guofeng's bedroom.

"I'll take it!" Yang Zirong waved the servant away. Seeing that no one was around, he immediately took out a packet of medicinal powder, poured it into the soup, and stirred it with chopsticks.

The powder dissolved rapidly into the soup, leaving no trace at all.

After finishing all this, his heart beat faster, but he tried hard to calm his emotions before carrying the soup toward Yang Guofeng's bedroom.

"Dad, it's time to take your medicine!" Yang Zirong brought the soup to his father's bedside and forced a smile.

Yang Guofeng, lying on the hospital bed, had some color returning to his face, and his overall state had improved quite a bit.

After taking the magical medicine given by Jiang Chenfeng, Yang Guofeng could clearly feel his condition recovering rapidly.

Seeing the soup in Yang Zirong's hands, Yang Guofeng did not take it immediately, but stared intently at Yang Zirong.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Seeing that Yang Guofeng's gaze was off, Yang Zirong felt a little panicked.

But he didn't think Yang Guofeng knew there was a problem with the soup. After all, he had acted very covertly, and it was almost impossible for him to be exposed.

Yang Guofeng's eyes gradually became complex, and he sighed silently in his heart. This was him giving Yang Zirong one last chance!

If Yang Zirong would pull back from the brink, he would be willing to pretend that nothing had happened.

But Yang Zirong showed no intention of confessing, which disappointed Yang Guofeng.

In fact, Yang Guofeng had never completely given up hope for his only son. As long as Yang Zirong could turn over a new leaf, he would still be willing to hand the Yang Family over to him.

Unfortunately, Yang Zirong was always a dandy and had not made any changes!

Even though Yang Zirong idled away his time every day, Yang Guofeng still regarded him as the most important person and had never thought that Yang Zirong would plot against him!

Therefore, after hearing Jiang Chenfeng's words, Yang Guofeng found it hard to believe. Now, he had to accept this fact!

Yang Guofeng sighed heavily in his heart, snatched the soup from Yang Zirong's hands, and brought it to his lips.

He didn't intend to drink it yet, looking at Yang Zirong, hoping that Yang Zirong would stop him.

But Yang Zirong stared intently at Yang Guofeng, his hands clenched into fists, with no intention of stopping him at all.

"Dad, why aren't you drinking it? Although this prescription was brought out by that guy Jiang Chenfeng, I heard it was written for him by Old Divine Doctor Kou. Whether it's effective or not, you'll only know after you drink it!"

Seeing Yang Guofeng delaying, Yang Zirong was burning with anxiety and couldn't help but urge him.

"You seem very eager for me to drink this bowl of soup?" Yang Guofeng raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

Yang Zirong's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition, but he bit the bullet and said, "I just hope you recover soon so you can preside over the big picture at home, right? Without you here, the family is almost in chaos!"

"Then I'll drink it?" "Drink it quickly!" "I'm really drinking it?" "Dad, don't hesitate!"

Splash! Seeing Yang Zirong so eager for him to drink this soup, Yang Guofeng's expression grew increasingly ugly, and he splashed the boiling hot medicinal soup directly onto Yang Zirong's face.

"Ahhh—" Yang Zirong immediately let out a shrill scream of pain and turned to rush to wash his face and cool it down.

But he was grabbed tightly by two servants, who pinned him to the ground, leaving him completely unable to move!

"What are you doing?!" Yang Zirong was both shocked and angry, roaring furiously.

But the two servants didn't mean to respond, looking up at Yang Guofeng instead.

Yang Zirong suddenly realized something and looked at his father in a panic, shouting, "Dad! Did you order them? Did I do something to displease you? Why are you treating me like this?"

Yang Guofeng leaned against the headboard, watching Yang Zirong coldly, and said indifferently, "You know what? I have given you many chances, but you didn't know how to cherish them!"

"Dad... this... I don't understand what you mean?" Yang Zirong's heart skipped a beat, his face pale as paper, feeling a sense of panic and unease.

Yang Guofeng picked up a mobile phone on the bedside table, played a video, threw it in front of Yang Zirong, and said indifferently, "You don't understand? After watching this video, you will understand everything!"

Yang Zirong looked into the video and found that it was footage from a surveillance camera.

In the footage, it was exactly the scene of him putting the medicinal powder into the soup in the kitchen!

After watching the whole video, Yang Zirong's face was terrifyingly white, like a freshly painted wall.

So, his every move just now had been clearly seen by his father!