The helpless discussions in the ward became more intense.
When Shen Ji heard the word "defibrillator", the throbbing in his temple intensified, and his entire brain felt a pain.
Shen Ji walked towards the bed: "Get out of the way."
A pile of white coats were still gathered in front of him. The white coats were connected together, and against the heavy atmosphere, they looked like a shroud in a morgue.
"Get out!" Shen Ji hammered the bedside table hard, and the items on it fell to the ground.
The ward was instantly silent. The medical staff looked at each other in bewilderment. This patient had a special identity, implicating the two major families of Nan Shen and Xi Qi. His electrocardiogram was now so disordered, and the cause of the disease could not be found. Could they leave? If the person died, it would be their fault.
Qi Yiliao, who was sitting at the table, waved his hand.
The medical staff understood and stepped back, standing by the wall, making room in front of the bed.
"Don't want to live?" Shen Ji leaned over, supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, and approached the pale-faced young man, "Little dog, where is your rebellious nature?"
Shen Ji looked at the pitted wound on his lip and said in a hoarse voice: "When you dealt with me, your thorns were very sharp, and you dared to disobey me, act wild in front of me, and challenge my bottom line again and again. Your unwillingness to admit defeat and accept fate was not strong enough, why don't you want to live?"
As he spoke, Shen Ji's voice became lower and lower, and the words stuck in his throat, like the whispers of a lover.
Shen Ji remembered something and bent his back even lower. His nose almost touched the tip of the young man's. His expression seemed to be mocking and helpless: "Just because I asked you to kneel in the ancestral hall last night?"
Most likely.
The way the puppy looked at him at that time made the little thorn in his heart suddenly grow into a thorn.
Months passed, and I couldn't remove even a thorn, let alone a bramble.
"I don't know what tricks you are playing. Even the doctors can't find out. When you wake up, I won't let you kneel anymore. You can do whatever you want." Shen Ji stroked the young man's chin, traced the lines of his thin cheeks with his fingertips, and sneered as he admitted defeat. "You have mastered the art of playing hard to get. You win, Mrs. Shen."
Qi Yiliao raised his half-closed eyelashes slightly, and the next second,
The monitor sounded an alarm.
The electrocardiogram turned into a straight line.
The ward became chaotic again. When Shen Ji came to his senses, his arm was being pulled by his old friend, and he was no longer beside the bed.
"The heart is not beating... the electrical activity..."
"Perform chest compressions immediately!"
Medical staff immediately initiated emergency measures.
Shen Ji looked at the young body whose chest wall was constantly being pressed, and his heart once again felt the feeling of being repeatedly crushed by multiple emotions. The last time was after he slapped his puppy.
The feeling this time was several times deeper than last time, and my heart even sent out warnings that it could not bear the burden.
No one noticed that his heart was aching.
There was a tear somewhere and the wind blew in, one gust after another.
Shen Ji subconsciously moved closer to the bed.
The hand on his arm gained strength and grabbed him.
Qi Yiliao met his blank gaze and advised, "Old Shen, you go out first."
Shen Ji came back to his senses and shook off his old friend's hand with force. Deep and brutal marks appeared between his brows, and every line was filled with hostility, as if someone had stepped on his reverse scale and was angry.
Qi Yiliao put his hands in his coat pockets and nodded: "I'll go out too." He said calmly, "We are here, except for hindering the medical team, we can't play any role."
Finally, he said: "The child is already standing on the verge of death."
Shen Ji's breathing stagnated, and he left the ward in one step as if escaping.
Qi Yilao did not follow immediately. He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air mixed with the smell of tobacco, and looked at the thin body that was still being pressed down.
Kid, be strong.
As soon as the patient's heart activity was restored, the medical staff immediately used a flashlight to defibrillate the patient. They didn't know that there was a soul standing next to them, watching them perform the rescue work numbly.
"I'm out, but this body can still show signs of life."
Jiaobai taunted, "Assistant, it's hard for you."
The system did not respond.
Jiaobai lowered his head and looked at himself. He didn't know why he didn't turn into the same person he was in his previous life. He was still the same person. His feet were touching the ground, just like a real person.
The difference is that no one else can see him.
Also, he couldn't leave the ward.
Jiaobai walked to the corner and squatted, his hands puffed up as he watched the ongoing rescue.
The body was stripped of its upper body clothes, its skin was pale, its ribs were clearly visible, and it was dry and fragile, like a dead leaf in the snow.
"Two hundred joules for the first time, electric shock!"
"Is there?"
"… "
"Two hundred joules for the second time, electric shock!"
"Is there?"
"… "
"… "
"It's so hard to live." Jiaobai curled the corners of his mouth. When he was sent to the hospital, he was conscious and could hear all the sounds that passed by his ears.
Originally, he had a strong desire to survive. He hoped that the doctor could find out the cause of his illness, and he also expected that Qi Yilao, who believed in ghosts and gods, could smell the abnormality.
However, when Shen Ji came in with a superior attitude, he was stimulated, and both physically and psychologically he felt strong disgust and rejection, and wanted to stay away. At that moment, his soul left the body, and even he was caught off guard.
System warnings kept beeping.
Jiaobai just refused to go in. He had also guessed that once the player's soul was separated from the body due to some factors, it had to return voluntarily and could not be forced.
The electronic sound is still playing.
The seventy-eighth warning, player Jiaobai, please return to your body as soon as possible!
The茭白 doesn't care about it.
Tools also have tempers.
In the early hours of the morning, when he was in so much pain that he wanted to die, there was a moment when he really wanted to give up, but he tried his best to hold on.
Because he was unwilling.
He has been subjected to all kinds of physical abuse over the past six months. If he just leaves like this, doesn't that mean that he has endured all that suffering in vain and has been disgusted for so long in vain
but,
He still had to leave, so he thought of a different approach. After all his friends had joined the group.
When Jiao Bai thought of the tone of voice when Shen Ji and Qi Yilao were talking, as if it said, "I'm the dog owner. I'm here and I can take care of my dog myself," he wanted to leave.
The Shen family’s genes are really strong.
Shen Ji inherited the old lady's character perfectly.
It is also in Shen Er'an's blood, and was later stimulated by Li Jue.
The characters in the old melodramatic comics are remarkable in the second dimension, and they get extra points because of their good-looking painting style, which looks quite cool. But when the second dimension becomes the third dimension and everything has to do with themselves, then there are two words - goodbye.
"Little assistant, let's talk." Jiaobai's mouth corners raised.
The electronic warning sound stopped, giving people the illusion of holding their breath.
"If you want me to go back and continue the mission, it's not impossible." Jiaobai said slowly, "My body parts are broken and loose. After I complete the mission and gain control of my body, how many years can I live? This deal is too uneconomical."
When the player completes the mission, his body will be restored to its optimal state.
Jiaobai blinked: "Is that so?" He laughed, as if he was really happy, but the curve of his mouth was exaggerated. After being tortured for a long time, his mentality changed consciously and unconsciously, and his happiness threshold reached a very strange level, not too high or too low, but only when he touched that point accurately, he could feel happy.
"Not bad... not bad, not bad." Jiaobai laughed so hard that he bent forward and backward, and the hand that was supporting his cheek couldn't hold it and slid down.
Players are requested to return to their bound bodies!
"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished yet." Jiaobai stopped smiling. He thought for a while and put forward a condition.
The assistant didn't respond.
"I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' misfortune. It's just a request, please consider it." Jiaobai was patient. Since the situation was in his favor, he would take advantage of it.
Opportunity is fleeting.
When the rescue work in the ward was completed, the electronic sound rang.
Jiaobai smiled: "Deal."
This time he was really happy, that feeling came out of his eyes and overflowed all over his face.
Players are requested to return to their bound bodies!
Jiaobai didn't buy it: "Wait a minute, I haven't felt enough of the soul state yet."
The body's vital functions are a superposition of data and can only be maintained for twenty-four hours without a soul carrier. Players please be aware of this!
"I know, I know."
The electronic tone turned into a busy tone.
Jiaobai sighed in relief, he must be so angry. He just complained a few words, but he took it too far, saying that he was provocative and questioned the rules, and gave him 30 lashes of caning. What a jerk with a fragile heart!
Jiaobai's emotions fluctuated greatly, and he couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground. His soul was in a very bad mood, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to vomit.
I was able to hold on a little while ago by distracting myself, but now I can’t.
You will suffer whether you go back or not.
But being in the body now would be more painful than being in the soul state, so he should just wait.
Jiaobai sat paralyzed for a while before lying down, curling up his arms and legs in a corner. He wanted to see how his friends would react when he was unconscious, and whether they could give him some liveliness.
Regarding the patient's condition, the hospital's conclusion is that the patient's will to survive is still very weak, and it is hard to say when he will wake up or whether he can wake up.
Shen Ji smashed everything in the dean's office, then slammed the door and left with blood on his hands and a terrifying aura.
Chen Yiming followed closely, covering his face which was scratched by broken wood.
Not only Chen Yiming, but the dean was also injured in this pure venting of violence. There was a bloodstain on his gray hair, and he didn't know when and what had splashed on his head.
The doctor-patient relationship is prone to tension.
This time it involved the one from the Shen family, and it turned out like this.
The dean didn't know where to start in the messy office. Just as he was about to call someone to help him clean up, he saw that there was still someone in the office who hadn't left.
The dean has lived to a ripe old age and has seen many people and things. To him, the man from the Shen family is a typical example of a big family leader, ruthless, arrogant, and cold-blooded. He can see through it.
But he had seen the Qi family several times before, and they always had smiling faces and looked friendly, which was very strange and it was difficult to guess what was behind that.
Qi Yiliao handed over the handkerchief.
"Thank you." The dean reached out to take it. He responded politely to others who were polite to him, "President Qi, the patient belongs to President Shen..."
Qi Yilao answered the question irrelevantly: "How to improve his will to survive?"
Before the dean could answer, he heard him ask again: "If it's improved, it will wake up?"
"The will to survive varies from person to person. It depends on the care and encouragement of family and friends, the loyalty of loved ones, and one's own willpower." The dean pressed a handkerchief to the wound on his head and answered the second question. "I can only say that if the will to survive is raised, the chance of waking up will be greater."
The dean hesitated and said, "President Qi, I have a suggestion. Why not send the patient to the research institute?"
Qi Yiliao's brows twitched. "Send it to the research institute?" His expression became very strange for a moment, so fast that it was hard to catch. "Little white mice?"
"You misunderstood." The dean hurriedly clarified, "The research institute's research on difficult and complicated diseases is more mature than ours." How dare the guy in the ward be a guinea pig? It would be strange if the Shen family could let him go.
The dean's mind flashed with the old lady's face, and he hesitated again. He heard that the old lady was very superstitious, so maybe she would agree.
It’s better not to think about it. Every step in medicine is not so easy to reach.
"Difficult and complicated disease?"
When the dean heard the voice of the head of the Qi family, he nodded and said, "The symptoms of that little patient are really incredible."
Qi Yiliao was silent for a while, then laughed and said, "Forget about the Research Institute."
The dean somehow sensed a hint of sinister disdain from that smile. He wanted to say a few words on behalf of the research institute, but the person had already left.
Qi Yiliao was on the phone at the window in the corridor: "Old Shen, last time at Lan Yi Zhai, I reminded you to take the child for a checkup. Did you do it?"
Shen Ji was on his way to the group. He had just hung up the phone with foreign experts. He was furious and spoke in a bad tone, with a sharp sense of indiscriminate attack: "He stayed with you for half a month, and was kidnapped on the way back to South City. He just came back yesterday and is in the hospital today. Do I have the time to take him for a checkup?"
Shen Ji thought it was a physical examination and said impatiently, "Besides, before going to Xicheng, he went to the hospital for a follow-up examination accompanied by my son. Although he didn't have a full body examination, he did do several tests. If there was a problem, it would have been discovered at that time."
"I don't mean the physical examination." The window glass in front of Qi Yiliao looked spotless. He raised his hand and wiped it, and there was a thin layer of dust on it.
Shen Ji paused in stroking the hair on his forehead.
Qi Yilao said, "Old Shen, on the night of 'Di Ye', the child behaved abnormally on the bed in my room. I sent you the surveillance video at that time, and then at the old lady's birthday party, I reminded you again..."
A few words in his old friend's words were particularly harsh. Shen Ji's face sank. He interrupted directly, his words revealing contempt: "So you mean that kind of dirty, A Liao, he is my dog, I know better than anyone that your Qi family's tricks will not work with me."
I don't know whether he looks down on the Qi family or just ignores everything else.
Qi Yiliao smiled and sighed: "Well, since you have made up your mind, there is no point in saying more."
Before the last word fell, the other end hung up.
Qi Yilao stood in front of the window for a moment, rubbed the dust and sand on his fingertips, then turned and went to the ward.
When Jiaobai heard the reminder that his friend was online, he didn't immediately look at whose avatar lit up, but several possibilities flashed through his mind.
The most likely person was Zhang Zhen. After all, the man who took him to the hospital was like an old father who was about to lose his child. His hands were shaking as he held him, and he looked stunned.
The second is Li Jue.
The protagonist is likely to appear in unexpected places. There is nothing he cannot reach, except what you can't imagine.
The last one was Shen Ji. When he first arrived, his body showed signs of heavy relaxation. It was obvious that he had slept comfortably somewhere last night. Now he must be furious and use the domineering boxing skills that Zhajianwen usually uses.
Why do I have to endure this pain that I shouldn't have to endure? The whole world is wrong, but I am not wrong.
Jiaobai's back suddenly stiffened. The person who came was actually... an old pervert.
The various senses of the soul state are particularly sensitive. He did not open his eyes or turn his head to look at the door, but determined it through the damp and cold smell of agarwood.
Jiaobai pried open his eyelids, then climbed up the next moment and stared at Qi Yilao's portrait.
Oh my god.
The white cat is really going to die this time!
The thin wire had been deeply embedded in its neck, breaking its skin, flesh and bones.
Its neck was tilted to one side, with only a little flesh hanging.
Jiaobai stared blankly, what was going on
The white cat's hair was all red except for the slightly white fur on its head, and blood was dripping down.
Jiaobai seemed to hear the sound of dripping water. He covered his ears with his hands and said, "I said earlier that I would save you if you cried out. That was a lie. Whether you cry out or not, I can't save you."
As he said this, he curled up back on the ground. Ten seconds later, he stood up again and walked towards the bed.
At that time in Lan Yi Zhai, it was the first time that Jiao Bai discovered that the white cat was an inch closer to him. He thought it was moving forward because it was bored and didn't want to stay there.
At that time, he was still thinking that the thin iron wire on its neck was still there, and even the slightest movement would be terribly painful, so why not just stay still instead of moving around
Now…
Jiaobai looked at the white cat that seemed to be dead again. It was not because it was tired of it.
It is too painful and it wants to give up. Taking a step forward is an act of suicide.
The scream for help in front of the Lan Mo Mansion cemetery was a struggle hidden deep in its heart that it itself was not even aware of.
Still want to live.
Just like me. Jiaobai stared at the small plate on Qi Yiliao's head. Was it the long vertical thing inside that was holding the white cat captive
What could it be
Jiaobai's curiosity was completely aroused, but his current situation was rather troublesome and he could not devote himself to dealing with Qi Yilao.
"Hey, old pervert, your cat is dead."
Jiaobai sat on the bed, supported himself with his hands, and half-leaned up to look at Qi Yiliao, who did not show any sign of abnormality.
This is probably the highest level of acting.
Jiaobai felt that the cat was easier to control than the sick old man.
"White cat, how can I save you?" Jiaobai tried to re-establish communication with the white cat.
The white cat's golden eyes were tightly closed, and its tail hung limply, without any response.
Its master did speak.
What I mean is - you, child, are suffering by yourself and you don't tell anyone. Who will feel sorry for you
Jiaobai was stunned for a moment, and then he expressed his disapproval with a loud snort as if he had heard something very funny.
The crying child gets candy.
But there has to be someone to give out candies, right
Jiaobai sat there, looking up with a look of disdain on his face.
Qi Yiliao stood up and looked down.
As if her eyes had really made contact with his, her pale lips opened and closed: "I don't know how many words you have memorized, so I wanted to come over and check."
"It's okay now, you can sleep." Qi Yiliao smiled helplessly and tolerantly, but there was a completely different darkness and gloom in his eyes.
"..." Jiaobai smelled the rotten smell on the white cat. He rubbed his nose and looked at Qi Yiliao's activity level. He didn't stop, nor did he fall back.
Instead, it rose to 19.
"Hold on, little cat. While I'm dealing with your master, I might be able to save you by accident."
Zizania latifolia is not very serious, but it is not completely indifferent either.
Each friend's avatar is a personification of their inner world. Judging from the white cat's situation, it means that Qi Yiliao's hope is gone.
So why did Qi Yiliao lose hope
Jiaobai stood up suddenly. Could it be because he had become a vegetable
It's not impossible.
Jiaobai thought about the changes that the white cat had undergone along the way and became more certain of his thoughts.
What he remembers most vividly is that night at Lan Mo's Mansion, when Qi Yilao asked him for a favor and he refused, and the white cat vomited blood in front of him.
When he helped, it snored.
How easy to understand.
He is its last and only hope.
No one but him could untie the thin wire and free it from its imprisonment.
Although for it, it is only possible for him to do it, the probability is not high.
Jiaobai curled his lips. He was frightened by the eeriness of Lan Mo Mansion and only now did he understand what was going on here.
It seems that if I want to send Qi Yilao to join the group, I can only...
Eat less spicy food and stay up late less to protect your voice, and memorize more words and scriptures.
Jiaobai complained a few words with a sour face, and suddenly found himself face to face with Qi Yiliao, only half an inch apart.
One is in the world of the living and the other is in the world of the dead, and I can only feel nothingness.
Therefore, Jiao Bai did not need to retreat or avoid, he could stare at Qi Yilao so closely without fear of embarrassment.
Jiaobai stared for a long time, always looking at the small cinnabar mole on the left side of Qi Yilao's nose.
They are all cross-eyed.
Jiaobai covered his eyes and rolled his eyeballs to ease the tension. He suddenly noticed a gaze falling on his face.
Qi Yiliao can see me
Jiao Bai gave some psychological comfort and adjusted his mood. He slowly took away the hand covering his eyes and looked into Qi Yiliao's gray eyes.
Those eyes stayed in his direction, but were filled with scrutiny and uncertainty.
Jiaobai let out a long sigh. He had thought too much. This person couldn't see him. He was just too sensitive.
"Kid." Qi Yiliao bent down, pressing Jiaobai's soul, passing through and approaching his body, "If you want to overthrow capitalism, don't sleep too long."
Jiaobai snorted. I don't want to be a great man of the times, to overthrow capitalism and make the serfs sing. He just wants to make a living.
Seeing that Qi Yiliao still had something to say, Jiaobai couldn't help but say in disgust: "Have you finished your education class? Go away, go away, you are so annoying."
"Okay." Qi Yiliao smiled, "I won't disturb your sleep. I'll come to see you next time when I have time."
Having said this, Qi Yiliao did not move to leave.
He discovered something and suddenly opened the young man's collar.
Jiaobai couldn't stop him. He watched helplessly as Qi Yiliao stretched out two fingers, reached in along the edge of his collar, and hooked out a necklace.
"The most sophisticated version of the military." There was no surprise in Qi Yiliao's eyes, only a smile of amusement, "You are lucky, kid."
"If you've made friends outside of South City, you don't have to be trapped here. Let's fly." Qi Yiliao stroked the necklace for a while, put it back, straightened his collar, and said kindly, "Wake up early and don't sleep in."
Jiao Bai's eyes moved back and forth between the bloodstained corpse of the white cat and the back of Qi Yiliao, who had an excellent temperament and steady and elegant steps. The difference between the two of them was life and death, which made his scalp tingle a little, and the horror value was off the charts.
Not long after Qi Yilao left, Yu Xiang came to the hospital.
Jiaobai thought Yu Xiang would burst into the ward crying and screaming like crazy, but he didn't cry or make a fuss and looked listless.
My eyes are so swollen that I can't open them.
Zhang Zhen came with Yu Xiang. He was not in a good condition either. His eyes were red and his throat was dry.
"We are not doctors and can't help much. Let's just say a few words to encourage him." Zhang Zhen put the flower basket on the table.
"Guagua's situation is so miserable, what words can encourage him?" Yu Xiang tilted his head and thought, "It's better to talk less and do more, and just bring Mr. Shen's dog head over here."
Wild rice: “…”
He looked at the calm Zhang Zhen, expecting him to give him a serious lecture, but he only heard one sentence: "Then when you chop it off, your head will fly away too."
Jiaobai twitched his lips and looked at Zhang Zhen and Yu Xiang, "Are you two okay?"
Especially you, Zhang Zhen, don’t you like to not joke
"Encouragement still needs to be given," Yu Xiang turned his back, bit his hand and cried silently for a long time. When he turned around again, all the tears on his face had disappeared.
I thought I had controlled myself well and didn't disturb the sleeping Guagua.
But he didn't know that the other person was right in front of him and could see everything clearly.
"Guagua, I wanted to go to the old house with you last night, it's all Zhang Zhen's fault." Yu Xiang walked to the bedside, "I was still waiting for you to wake up so I could complain to you. You don't know how hard he hit me. The back of my head is still swollen. If he had hit me harder, I would have died."
Zhang Zhen's face turned black: "I'm not the kind of person who would resort to violence to cause trouble."
"I'm talking to Guagua, wait till I'm done, then you can talk!" Yu Xiang shouted in a shrill voice. He didn't dare to make trouble with the unconscious Guagua, so he took out his anger on Zhang Zhen who attacked him last night. If it wasn't for him, he would have slept with Guagua last night, maybe...
Maybe nothing would happen to Guagua.
Yu Xiang's tears fell down, he felt that he had failed to live up to his brother's trust.
Guagua was admitted to the hospital just after arriving in Nancheng. His condition was so serious that he fell into a coma and the cause could not be found.
"Guagua, please wake up soon," Yu Xiang really didn't know how to encourage him. As long as he imagined himself standing in Guagua's position, he would feel suffocated. If he couldn't escape, he might as well die.
But Yu Xiang couldn't say this. He started to talk nonsense when he was anxious: "Don't you want to see me find the dog? I'll find it tonight and bring it to you to see, okay?"
Jiaobai thought to himself, silly child, every dog is raised by its owner with his body and heart.
Often by that time, everything has changed and the dog owner is left with only half his life.
As for the dogs, most will continue to feed on their owners' bodies and minds, living life to the fullest and with a clear conscience.
Only a very few would tear off their own flesh to fill their stomachs.
"Guagua, the hospital is guarded by the Shen family. I can't come to see you casually. This time, I can only come in with Zhang Zhen." Yu Xiang lay beside the person on the bed, blocking Zhang Zhen's view with his body, and his hands made gestures, "I will take the necklace away temporarily and keep it for you. I will give it to you when you wake up."
Yu Xiang whispered in his ear, "Otherwise I'm afraid the Shen family will take it away."
Jiaobai nodded and said, "Indeed, take it."
If such a precious and special thing fell into Shen Ji's hands, who knows how much jealousy he would get and how many times he would kick Yu Xiang.
What’s more serious is that Shen Ji traced the matter to Yu Ling.
That involves a lot more.
"I won't give it to them!" Yu Xiang muttered with chattering teeth, "You annoying bastards, go to hell!"
Zhang Zhen felt Yu Xiang's pure malice and murderous intent. He frowned and wanted to say something but stopped. He was not the other party's family member, so what would it mean if he said more
Yu Xiang wanted to rub Jiaobai's cheek, but his clothes from behind were suddenly grabbed and he was pulled aside by the force.
"It's my turn." Zhang Zhen said before Yu Xiang jumped up.
Yu Xiang didn't argue. He knew that Gua Gua needed encouragement, and he didn't have it, so he decided to change someone.
Someone will always say.
However, Zhang Zhen is not that person. He can box all day long, but he cannot make a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.
"Jiaobai, life is not easy for people." Zhang Zhen said after a long pause, "You are only nineteen, you still have a long life to live."
Zhang Zhen's thoughts were not quite gathered, but a little scattered, not knowing where they were going. He was still saying, "When you are alive, there is hope. When you die, there is nothing. Everything, everything, is the same as when you die. There will be no second possibility."
"Think more positively and take things lightly." Zhang Zhen rubbed the knuckles on the back of his hand. The bruises there were caused by him hitting the tree trunk. He pressed hard twice, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Live on. If you have any difficulties in the future, tell me. I will try my best to help you."
This is the promise Zhang Zhen only made to his brothers who have shared life and death with him.
He gave this to the young man, who had not had much contact with him but whose memory was loosened.
Jiaobai couldn't hear Zhang Zhen's voice clearly, he only saw that the color blocks on his portrait had dimmed.
It's like someone used bleach to bleach away a layer of color.
Old and worn.
Zhang Zhen's long eyelashes covered her peach-shaped eyes, and she said something incoherently: "I plan to continue investigating one thing, from a different angle. I hope it's what I guessed, but I also don't want it to be what I guessed. It's very contradictory."
This time Jiao Bai, who was close to him, listened to every word. He glanced at the tangled and distressed look in Zhang Zhen's eyes and muttered calmly, "Then let's check it out first."
“Maybe after checking, you’ll find that your idea is not one of the two choices you originally had, but a third one.”
"I've decided. I'll check today!" Zhang Zhen's eyes were firm. He glanced at the sickly young man and said, "Jiaobai, do you want to see your adoptive parents?"
Jiaobai's face changed, Don't do that!
"You're crazy." Yu Xiang exploded, "Guagua doesn't have any family, they're all leeches, sucking his blood. If they come, they'll show their true colors. In order to get more money, they'd like to force Guagua into the Shen family!"
Zhang Zhen touched the tip of his nose apologetically: "I didn't think it through."
Jiaobai didn't think Zhang Zhen was acting so recklessly. He suspected that Zhang Zhen was trying to fight poison with poison
That's not necessary. He was afraid that he would be sick to death.
The most disgusting scene of茭白 happened at noon.
Shen Ji's people brought Li Jue from No. 3 Middle School. Li Jue did not come by himself, but brought a message.
The naive protagonist, who had deceived others without any compensation, sobbed and said that he had called his aunt and they would come over in the afternoon.
The old aunt is the adoptive mother of Jiaobai's original body, the blood-sucking king.
Zizania latifolia is about to vomit blood.
What the hell is this human suffering
"Brother Xiaoqiu, what happened to you?" Li Jue cried, "Last night at about midnight, you called me and you were fine, why are you so…"
"Mr. Shen wants me to accompany you, and I want to accompany you too. I have asked for leave from school, but he won't let me stay by your bedside." There was a hint of resentment and confusion in Li Jue's tone.
"Why are there so many bodyguards from the Shen family in the corridor? Brother Xiaoqiu, what is your relationship with Mr. Shen? Are you lovers?"
Li Jue asked himself and answered: "Not really."
"When I came here, I saw news about Mr. Shen, saying that he has several luxury homes and keeps people. If he is dating you, shouldn't he send everyone away and treat you well?"
Jiaobai didn’t really listen to Li Jue’s innocent words. He found that his and the other party’s activity levels had broken zero, and kept rising, passing 10, 20, and stopped at 27.
This is Li Jue's curiosity about him.
It stems from his involvement with the Shen family and Shen Ji's attitude towards him.
The activity is not all due to direct contact with him, just like the part about Cen Jingmo.
Jiaobai looked at Li Jue's profile picture again, and the marriage certificate still showed a photo of him and Shen Er'an.
Salutes exploded from time to time.
Shen Er'an's life and death are unknown, but the seeds of first love and the flower of yearning for marriage in Li Jue's heart are still alive and well.
Li Jue chatted with Jiao Bai for a while.
The door of the ward was suddenly opened from the outside, and Shen Ji, who had just finished his official business, appeared at the door: "Get out."
Li Jue quickly stopped crying and walked out tremblingly. He bit his lower lip, clenched his hands and said intermittently: "Mr. Shen, my brother... I'm asking you..."
Before he could finish, his shoulder was violently pushed, and then the door closed behind him. He staggered and stood up against the wall, his face full of stupidity.
Li Jue wiped his eyes and took out his cell phone to contact his aunt and others in a daze.
When Xiaoqiu's family arrived, they must have been so sad to see him like that.
There was a scent of flowers in the air of the ward.
Zhang Zhen sent it this morning.
Shen Ji's anger affected his reason and fatigue. He grabbed all the brightly colored branches and threw them into the trash can. He then asked Chen Yiming to buy another bunch and send them to Xiyuan instead of the hospital.
Jiao Bai had no expression after hearing the whole process. He was going to be moved to Xiyuan. That place where his little lovers couldn't live was a place he should be grateful for.
He also didn't understand, do people have to be compared with each other? Those lovers looked at him eagerly, and if he didn't look at them eagerly, he would be playing hard to get, acting like a spoiled child.
"The foreign expert team will arrive tomorrow."
Shen Ji's voice brought Jiao Bai back to his senses, and he saw Pikachu at a glance.
I don't know when it took off its pink coat and put it on its hand.
My sexual interest has dropped, but my activity level has not dropped, it's almost 90.
Before Jiaobai could figure out what Pikachu's change meant, he heard an electronic voice reminding him that Shen Ji's activity level reached 100.
His eyes suddenly opened wide.
Shen Ji, who was second on the list, disappeared.
The last one in the group,
The unforgettable group 0/0 became 1/1.
At the same time, a small black note appeared next to the group name: The most familiar stranger.
Wild rice: “…”
What does this note mean? Isn't the most familiar stranger usually another name for the ex? Why is it pressed on Shen Ji
Wild rice has a very disgusting omen.
At this moment, Shen Ji took out a small, red notebook from his pocket.
Is this the book he was thinking of
Jiaobai looked at the group notes again, and his heart was about to burn. So that's what happened, fuck the most familiar stranger!!!
It's unforgettable. He must be crazy.
"Did you see it?" Shen Ji opened the book and pointed the inner page to the unconscious person, "Mrs. Shen."
Wild rice retching.
He was still unconscious, but he became a married man. In this bloody world, registration doesn't require the presence of a living person, right?!
Shen Ji turned the notebook over, and for some reason, his expression suddenly darkened.
Jiaobai walked closer and took a glance, his expression suddenly becoming colorful.
The couple are Shen Ji and... Wang Chuqiu.
This is not the funniest thing. The funniest thing is that Shen Ji just discovered it.
This means that he did not take the notebook, but it was given to him by the old lady. He took it and put it in his pocket without even opening it to look at it.
Jiaobai was tired of laughing, so he curled up to one side with his eyelids drooping listlessly.
One eighth of the work has been completed, but I am not as happy as I thought I was, as there is still another seven points of work to be done.
He didn't know if he would follow his body when it was moved away, so he would rather stay in this ward and wait until the last second of the 24 hours before returning to his body.
"Mom, why is the name of the registrant on the booklet Wang Chuqiu and not Jiaobai?" Shen Ji stood in front of the hospital bed and dialed the old house's number, and the first question he asked was dissatisfied.
The old lady on the other end gave some explanation that seemed very reasonable to her. Shen Ji looked disdainful but did not waste any words on it.
We are all alone anyway.
It should be so, but Shen Ji felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the three characters Wang Chuqiu next to him. This name has a depressing taste, and he just doesn't like it no matter how he looks at it.
Shen Ji came here just to show the notebook to the puppy, even though he was still asleep.
The smell of disinfectant and the pile of equipment in the ward made Shen Ji feel annoyed, so he left without staying long.
Chen Yiming in the corridor said respectfully: "Chairman, are we going to dismiss those boys who have been raised for a long time?"
Shen Ji kept walking: "Leave two close ones."
Chen Yiming was not surprised at all.
So what if the chairman is attracted to someone? Even if he falls in love with someone, he will not be the kind of person who goes home to be with his wife after get off work every day and never socializes or has any entertainment.
The upper class has a perception that love and sex are separate.
That night, Jiaobai, who followed his body to Xiyuan, lay on the carpet, fantasizing about the future while passing time. He didn't know that a wedding banquet was held in the old house.
There was only one party involved.
There were not many guests invited, all of them were business friends with whom the Shen family had frequent dealings.
Qi Yilao was the first person invited by Shen Ji. He arrived the earliest and after three rounds of drinks, he had a smile on his face.
He seemed very happy for his old friend.
Shen sent Qi Yiliao to see the marriage certificate.
Qi Yiliao put down his wine glass and reached out to take it. He looked at it for a long time and said, "The Xiaobai in the photo was from a few years ago, right?"
"Yeah." Shen Ji drank half a glass of wine in one gulp. The composite wedding photo was half of him in the first half of this year, and half of茭白 a few years ago.
It's not what it is now.
"How can the new person look like the old one? How unlucky. Even the name is old, as if it has nothing to do with him." Qi Yiliao returned the marriage certificate to Shen Ji and smiled, "But you don't believe this either."
Shen Ji threw the marriage certificate to Chen Yiming, and heard his old friend ask: "He's still unconscious, why don't you wait until he wakes up before doing it?"
"You know the doctor's examination results." Shen Ji had a blank expression. "I don't know how long we have to wait for him. The old lady was anxious and didn't ask me. She just did it directly."
Qi Yiliao asked with a smile: "If he never wakes up, will he also be in the column of your spouse?"
Shen Ji snorted coldly: "It's just a decoration."
Qi Yiliao rested his arm on the railing on the second floor, looking down at the hall filled with golden lights, red wine, and hypocritical greetings: "A cage."
"Old Shen, maybe that kid isn't playing hard to get." Qi Yilao said neither lightly nor seriously.
"If this isn't playing hard to get, what is it?" Shen Ji's face turned cold.
Qi Yilao unbuttoned a button of his shirt, revealing his dry Adam's apple, which was caused by alcohol or something else. "During the day, as soon as you entered the ward, his desire to survive decreased. I think he was quite..."
Shen Ji felt as if his lungs were stabbed, and the wine glass between his fingers almost smashed over: "A Liao, aren't you getting too involved in the matter between me and my wife?"
Qi Yilao frowned.
Shen Ji stared at his old friend who was as tall as him, and thinking of everything that happened in the morning, he suddenly asked: "Did you use him while he was in Lan Mo Mansion?"
"Is that so?" Without waiting for Qi Yilao to speak, Shen Ji threw the wine glass on the table next to him. He exuded a powerful aura as the wine splashed everywhere.
Qi Yilao still had that gentle and elegant demeanor, with a nonchalant look between his eyebrows, but his pressure spread silently.
The old lady at the elevator entrance sent the servant away. She looked at her youngest son in front of the guardrail with a puzzled look on her face. She had been his best friend for many years.
What's going on between the two of them
The old lady turned her wheelchair closer and vaguely heard a name from her youngest son. A look of disgust and surprise appeared on her sagging face.
Why is it all about that young man in the hospital again
The whereabouts of their grandson are still unknown, and these two old friends are in conflict for the first time.
The evil spirit was so fierce, was it really the lucky star that the master said? Could it be that something went wrong and it was going to bring disaster to her Shen family
The old lady pinched her Buddhist beads, not knowing what she was thinking about.