Chapter 932: Poisoned by Someone

Chen Yu rushed to the bed, only to see Lu Ruxue's face turning blue and her throat tightening; she was deeply poisoned.

He hurriedly took out a Silver Needle, blocked the spread of the toxin, and then quickly performed Acupuncture to drain a portion of the poison from her.

After quite a bit of effort and feeding her medicine, Chen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The blue tint on Lu Ruxue's face faded away and returned to normal, though her face was now pale and her spirit somewhat poor.

At this moment, the hotel manager also learned of the news; he rushed over with a face as blue as hers, apologizing incessantly and stating that he would definitely find the cause.

Soon, the waiter who delivered the meal was also brought up; the young girl had only just finished her internship, and she was so scared that her face turned white and she trembled incessantly.

"Mr. Chen, this is the waiter who delivered the meal. We have sent people to find everyone who came into contact with the food, and they will be here soon." The hotel manager barked, "Xiaoli, speak, what is going on here?"

"Manager, I don't know. I just received it from the restaurant and brought it over. I really don't know what is going on." Xiaoli was on the verge of tears from fright.

She truly did not know what was going on; this was also her first day of work after training.

"You're still quibbling? The restaurant chef, Lao He, has been working here for over a dozen years; it is impossible for him to have a problem. You have only been working officially for one day; the problem must have originated with you." The manager roared, "If you don't tell the truth, I will send you to the police station immediately."

"Manager, I really don't know what is going on. I just delivered the meal as usual," Xiaoli cried.

"Someone, take her to the police station," the manager ordered.

"That's enough, she is not the one who poisoned it," Chen Yu stopped the manager.

"Mr. Chen, let the police handle this matter. President Zhou already knows the news and will be here soon. We..."

"I will handle this matter; stop making things difficult for this young girl," Chen Yu said.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen," the waiter wiped away her tears and said gratefully to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu walked to the meal; Yu Sichen's portion had not been touched yet. He stirred the soup with a spoon, and a long, thin centipede poked its head out from the soup.

This centipede was pitch black all over, had countless legs, and its head was incredibly vibrant; one look told him it was a highly poisonous creature.

Everyone in the room was stunned. This soup was steamed; it had been stewed in a high-temperature steamer for an hour before being served. What kind of thing could still be alive after an hour of high heat?

Following that, an even more shocking scene occurred: the centipede suddenly sank into the soup, turned into a transparent liquid, and mixed into the soup, leaving not even a residue behind.

"This, what on earth is..." The hotel manager was stunned; even he was frightened by this scene.

Just at this moment, the hotel's head chef, Lao He, arrived. He was over fifty years old and still holding a spoon in his hand.

Many head chefs are conceited, with foul and stubborn tempers, and Lao He was no exception. He simply felt that in such a large hotel, the restaurant relied on him to operate, so even if the boss came, he had to give him face.

"Manager Zhao, what are you doing? I'm busy over there; do you have any urgent business calling me over at this time?" Lao He said with dissatisfaction.

"Lao He, this guest's meal had a problem and they are now poisoned. Calling you over has no other meaning; it's just to understand the situation," the hotel manager said with an apologetic smile.

Although this Lao He was just a cook, he had a big temper and was also a member of the Catering Association, so he was very high-profile; the manager could not afford to offend him.

"What do you mean? Did they get poisoned after eating my food? Manager Zhao, do you know you are making false accusations?" Unexpectedly, Lao He's mood instantly became agitated.

He shouted, "I've been cooking for decades, and no one has ever had a problem eating it. Maybe the guest ate too much yesterday; can you blame that on me too?"

"Lao He, don't get excited. We only called you over to check the situation; there is no other meaning," the hotel manager explained diligently.

"Check my ass. You just don't trust me. I'm telling you, if you don't give me an explanation for today's events, I'm quitting." Lao He threw his chef's hat heavily onto the ground, looking as if he didn't care who they found.

"Lao He... I really didn't mean that. These guests have extraordinary status; if something happens, we all have responsibility," the hotel manager hinted.

Indeed, the status of the guests staying in this hotel was not simple, and their old employer, the Zhou Family, had even personally escorted them.

What kind of status did the Zhou Family have in Xianyang? How could people who could make them wait so cautiously be ordinary?

But this Lao He was just stubborn and thick-headed. He flew into a rage and said, "How is their status not simple? Can people with extraordinary status just frame others?"

"I've been cooking my whole life and have never met such people. Who suspects me? Stand out."

"What, does it mean we have to apologize to you?" Chen Yu's brow locked.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, he just has this kind of temper, I will talk to him..." The hotel manager was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize with a smile.

"You have to apologize to me! What are you doing here wasting my time?" Lao He jumped high and pointed at Chen Yu, roaring, "What, being rich is amazing? Why don't you go to heaven? Why didn't you die from eating it?"

Suddenly, Chen Yu swung a slap, and with one strike, he sent him flying.

*Slap! * Lao He's arrogant shouting stopped abruptly. He was slapped to the ground. Chen Yu walked up, twisted his arm behind his back, and hauled him up.

"Ah, murder! Call the police, call the police for me immediately!" Lao He shrieked, "I'm old and you hit me? Young people don't know how to respect the elderly."

"Your mouth is full of filth; is it worth me hitting you?" Chen Yu grabbed his hand, and sure enough, at his fingertips, a trace of black was coiled there.

"Your hands are dark, exactly the same as the centipede poison. You were the one who poisoned it, right? Who are you working for?" Chen Yu said coldly.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You are insulting my character; I'm not finished with you." Lao He was startled, but immediately pretended to be calm and roared, "Let go of me, now."

"Oh, insulting your character? Didn't the person who told you to poison them tell you? This kind of highly poisonous natural object requires gloves to touch. You touched it directly with your hands; the poison will enter your body through your skin."

Chen Yu sneered, "Now the black energy has already appeared. If another half hour passes, the poison will spread further, and by then, your arm will fester and rot."

"You, you are talking nonsense, I didn't poison anything." A look of terror appeared on Lao He's face, but he still refused to admit that he had poisoned it.