"No, my son, he must not be dead. He couldn't have died for no reason. I don't believe it."
At this moment, Zheng Dong's mother suddenly seemed mentally unstable, clutching her son, trying to leave.
Zhang Yufei was taken aback and quickly blocked the doorway, promptly stopping Mrs. Zheng.
Mr. Zheng was already crying like a river. They had only one child, and losing him like this, for no reason, was unbearably painful.
Seeing this, Zhang Yufei could only say, "Doctor, in that case, let's first take the deceased to the morgue. Without my order, don't send him to the crematorium. I feel there's something suspicious here."
"That's no problem."
The doctor nodded and then instructed the medical staff to take the body to the morgue.
As for Zheng Dong's parents, they were escorted back home by the police.
"By the way, Mr. Zheng, you said that Zheng Dong came home over the weekend. Did he go out, or was he at home the whole time?"
