In order to build a reputation for being an intern, my wife preemptively sold the medicine I had been researching for three years. I went to my wife to reason with me, but I didn't expect that my wife and the intern had already been secretly communicating. I didn't have time to think, so I forced my way in and told my wife that the potion was a semi-finished product and could not be taken by patients, as it would kill them. The intern put his arm around his wife's shoulders and smiled sarcastically. My wife immediately challenged me and told me to get out of the company. Sure enough, six patients died on the spot at the press conference. My wife and intern panicked and immediately identified me as the murderer. I was beaten to death by my angry family members. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when I was arguing with my wife. This time, I decided to divorce. Leave the potion to the intern and get rid of this mess. If you like to grab it, I'll give it to you.
