Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1671 Source Detection

At that moment, the emergency room door slowly opened, and a blinding light shone through the crack, illuminating the anxious crowd waiting outside.

The doctor came out, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but more so a serious and solemn expression.

Fu Yanchen seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing to the doctor in one stride. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with fear and anxiety, and his voice was hoarse with tension: "How is she? Is my wife... alright?"

He spoke with all his might, staring intently at the doctor's face, trying to find a trace of comfort in the doctor's expression.

The doctor sighed softly, frowned slightly, and said, "The person is fine, and the baby is fine too, but the situation is a bit complicated. We found a drug in the food she ate that can cause miscarriage. This drug is very strong. Fortunately, she didn't eat much, so the intake was limited. Otherwise, not only would the baby definitely not have survived, but her body would have been in great danger, and she might even have been in mortal danger."

The doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Fu Yanchen's ears. He felt his head buzz, and he almost lost his balance, his body swaying uncontrollably.

how come?

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Mrs. Hou, who was standing to the side, turned deathly pale, her face as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyes filled with fear and grievance.

She took a step forward with a thud, her voice trembling with tears, and said urgently, "Sir, this is impossible! I've seen all the raw materials for the pork knuckle; I personally went to the market to select them. They're fresh and safe."

"Moreover, I personally supervised the entire process of making the pork knuckle. I was careful with every step, so there would absolutely be no problem. I would never harm Xiaoxiao. Sir, you have to believe me. I have been in this family for so many years and have always treated Xiaoxiao like my own daughter. How could I do such a heinous thing?"

As Mrs. Hou spoke, her legs went weak and she almost knelt down. She quickly grabbed the wall next to her to steady herself.

Seeing Hou's mother like this, Fu Yanchen felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He quickly stepped forward, put his hands on Mrs. Hou's arms, his eyes full of trust, and said, "Mrs. Hou, I believe you. Don't worry or get agitated. Xiaoxiao didn't just eat pork knuckle tonight; she ate other food too. Let's figure out what's going on first."

He turned to the doctor and asked, "Doctor, can you identify what kind of food it is?"

The doctor nodded and said, "We will conduct further tests on their food samples to see if we can find the root cause of the problem. However, you should also carefully recall what Tian Tian ate tonight; this is very important for us."

Fu Yanchen looked intently at Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei was also anxious. She frowned and tried hard to remember: "Xiaoxiao ate pork knuckle tonight, drank a bowl of soup, ate some vegetables, and I think she also ate a small cake. She said you bought the cake, and..."

Nan Weiwei bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness. Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, and her voice trembled slightly: "And the fried chicken I ordered... but it shouldn't be the fried chicken's fault, it was takeout. I ordered it using Nan Yifeng's phone number, the restaurant couldn't possibly know who ordered it, right?"

"I just wanted to make it convenient when I ordered it, I didn't think too much about it..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and she began to feel uncertain. After all, things had become so complicated that any detail could become crucial.

Fu Yanchen's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, his eyes burned with the flames of anger, and his clenched fists were so tight that his knuckles turned white.

He suddenly slammed his fist into the wall, making a dull thud that startled Nan Weiwei, who trembled and stared at him in terror.

Fu Yanchen gritted his teeth and said in a low, cold voice, "The phone belongs to Nan Yifeng, and the address is my Fu family's. How is that impossible? If you want to harm someone, there are a hundred ways to achieve your goal."

Wasn't the Lu family like that back then?

Nan Weiwei was jolted awake by Fu Yanchen's words. She shuddered and hurriedly said, "Then... then we'll know if we have the housekeeper bring over the rest of the fried chicken. Maybe a test will find out if it contains any abortifacient drugs. If the fried chicken is fine, we can eliminate one suspect; if there is a problem, we can follow this lead."

Her voice rose slightly due to nervousness, and she waved her hands in the air as if to make her words more convincing and to prove her innocence.

Fu Yanchen nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. He quickly took out his phone, swiped his fingers across the screen, and dialed the butler's number.

The butler's respectful voice came quickly from the other end of the phone: "Sir, what are your orders?" Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm as he said, "Butler, is there any fried chicken left over from Miss Weiwei's order tonight? If so, send the remaining fried chicken to the hospital immediately, untouched, without touching anything, the sooner the better."

The butler quickly replied on the other end of the phone, "Sir, I'll go check right away. There should be some left. I'll send it over as soon as I find it."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanchen, Nan Weiwei, and Hou's mother stood quietly in the corridor outside the emergency room. The atmosphere around them was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, each second feeling like an unbearable year.

Finally, hurried footsteps came from afar, and the butler appeared at the end of the corridor, carefully holding a package in his hands, and walked quickly towards Fu Yanchen and the others.

The butler came running over, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat that rolled down his cheeks, his breathing rapid and heavy. He held the package containing fried chicken tightly in his hands, as if it were the key to unlocking all the mysteries.

“Sir… fried chicken.” The butler said breathlessly, his voice trembling from running. He carefully handed the package to Fu Yanchen, his eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, as if waiting for Fu Yanchen’s instructions.

"Slow down, I thought you were still young," Fu Yanchen said.

"It's alright, sir. I was just worried about your wife."

Fu Yanchen reached out and took the package. Before he could speak, the butler continued, "Sir, I thought that just having fried chicken might not be enough. I brought over all the food that Madam ate tonight. This way, the doctor's test will be more accurate, and maybe they can find the problem faster."

The butler's voice wasn't loud. As he spoke, he took out several more bags from behind him, filled with various foods, including leftover vegetables, unfinished soup, and the small cake.

Fu Yanchen looked at the housekeeper's hands full of food, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, and said, "You've thought of everything very carefully, thank you for your hard work." These simple words were full of recognition and gratitude for the housekeeper.

Standing to the side, Nan Weiwei's previously furrowed brows relaxed slightly as she said, "Uncle Butler, you're so thoughtful. If it weren't for your meticulousness, we might have missed some other food items. You've really been a great help."

Mrs. Hou nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of agreement and relief. She said, "Yes, Lao Ma, you've thought of everything. With you here, we all feel much more at ease."

Fu Yanchen didn't say anything more. He turned around and said to the doctor standing not far away with some urgency and expectation, "Doctor, take a look. These are all the foods that my wife ate tonight. What kind of food contained the abortion pill? Please test it as soon as possible. We are all very worried about my wife's condition."

Fu Yanchen's voice was low, and his eyes were fixed on the doctor, as if he wanted to convey his worry and anxiety to the doctor.

The doctor nodded slightly, a serious expression on his face. He said, "Don't worry, we will do the testing as soon as possible. However, the testing will take some time, so please be patient."

After saying that, the doctor took the food from Fu Yanchen and turned to walk towards the testing room.

Fu Yanchen, Nan Weiwei, and the housekeeper, Mama Hou, stood quietly in the corridor, their eyes fixed on the direction of the testing room. The surroundings were so quiet that only their breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

A few hours later...