In the middle of the night, the nurse came to take his temperature and said that his high fever had not subsided. Soon after, several bottles of intravenous medicine were delivered. He couldn't eat or drink yet, so Kevin used a cotton swab to moisten his dry lips from time to time.
On the morning of the second day, He Chusan was still half asleep. Suddenly I heard the bodyguard outside shouting respectfully, "Master Qiao! You are here!" Then the door of the ward was suddenly opened from the outside, making a "bang"!
Mr. Qiao took the master into the ward carelessly. Before anyone arrived, he coughed first. After a while, he greeted like a broken gong, "Brother He, are you awake yet?"
After a while, He Chusan managed to open his eyes, showed him a friendly smile, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qiao."
Master Qiao gave Kevin a look, and he wisely retreated to the wall. The leading boss had an amiable face, and he personally stepped forward to adjust the height of the hospital bed in the third year of the junior high school, helped him to get up slightly, and then sat next to the three-year-old He's bed with his master, and greeted him for a while.
He Chusan didn't have the strength to speak too much, just nodded weakly, and showed a grateful smile. The cheeks that were abnormally flushed due to the fever, and the dark and moist eyebrows lining the eyes, became more and more handsome and sultry, and I felt pity. Master Qiao is also a gluttonous glutton in the wind and moon field. As he spoke with gongs and drums in his mouth, he groaned in his heart: It's really a shit that Xia Liu saw, I don't care about men, otherwise I have to get it back. Been playing for a while.
Master Qiao took care of the sick beauty, and then cursed Xia Liuyi and everyone in the Xiaoqitang as the boss, and then pretended to ask He Chusan to go to Heyi Club to be the deputy head of the hall. He Chusan was flattered and rejected, saying that he was low in seniority and junior, and it was a great blessing to be a consultant. The two pushed back and forth, and He Chusan was lured by him to say a few more words. He was short of breath for a while, and the wound was painful again.
He fell back on the pillow weakly, and after a while, he was sweating all over his forehead, waved his hand apologetically to Master Qiao, and closed his eyes for breath.
Seeing his pained expression, Master Qiao was quite heartbroken and cared: "Brother He! How are you, Brother He?" Then he glanced at Master, "Looking at your memory, I forgot all about it! Quickly bring it to Brother He. Take out the 'special pain reliever'!"
The master quickly took out a tool box from his briefcase, took out the needle and medicine, and was about to absorb the medicine when his hand was suddenly grabbed. He raised his head suspiciously and looked at Kevin who was standing in front of He Chusan at some point.
Kevin looked sincere and said respectfully, "Master, Consultant He is still infusion with a fever, and the medicinal properties may conflict."
"Conflict is a fart!" The master struggled for a while but did not break free, and sprayed him with spit beads, "You are not a fucking doctor, you know a fart!"
Kevin still doesn't move. On the side, Master Qiao's sharp eyes glanced at his pale face, as if he saw something, and frowned sullenly.
At the moment of stalemate, He Chusan gathered all his strength and made a low call, "Brother Qiao."
Master Qiao's face changed instantly, and he replied gently and kindly, "Hey, Brother He."
He Chusan raised his head in a cold sweat and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry Brother Qiao, I can't touch things like painkillers... It will paralyze my brain and interfere with my thinking and data processing ability... In financial matters, as long as I get one decimal point wrong, there may be millions, tens of millions of mistakes and losses..."
He took a deep breath and said slowly again, "I broke with Xiaoqitang, and I have nothing... I think there is still some use for this head... If this head is useless, how can I help my big brother? What else can I help? Do you deserve 'that'?"
Master Qiao's two eyeballs caught in the slits turned, revealing a smile full of chrysanthemums blooming on his face, "Brother He, this is a painkiller imported from the United States, it really has no side effects."
"No, it's just a little pain, I can hold it back... Thank you, big brother."
Master Qiao smiled again, raised his chin towards Master, "Didn't you hear? He doesn't need advisors, put it away, put it away!"
He glanced at Kevin sullenly again, and Kevin lowered his eyes and stood back to the side with interest.
Master Qiao said some pretentious polite words to He Chusan again, and told him to take a good rest and recover quickly, so he took the master to say goodbye.
…
Kevin sent Master Qiao and Master to the door. Just as he stepped into the corridor, Master Qiao slammed the cane into the wall with his backhand! The hard stick hit Kevin's brow bone. He raised his head in embarrassment, covering his eyes, and was pinned to the spot by Master Qiao's hawk-like gaze.
Kevin glanced at the ward and explained in a low voice, "Master Qiao, he has no objection to you. You don't need to use these means."
"He didn't treat me? What about you?"
Kevin looked straight at him and said sincerely, "I definitely don't."
Master Qiao sneered and tilted his head to signal to Master. Master took out the injection just now and handed it to Kevin.
"Show me the proof, do you have it?" Master Qiao sneered.
Kevin's face was pale, he was silent for a few seconds, his heart slammed, and he took the injection and was about to pierce his arm - the needle was knocked out by the cane of Qiao Ye.
"I know you don't dare to have it, give Lao Tzu a good look at him, and don't play this shit! Don't forget that you also have an old mother!"
…
He Chusan, who was separated by a wall, closed his eyes tightly and didn't notice what happened in the corridor. After seeing Mr. Qiao leave the ward, he relaxed his mind and quickly fell into a coma.
It was dark and dark for a long time, and he felt someone's warm palm caressing his cold face. The familiar breath in his palm almost made him cry. As if a drop of water poured into a calm lake, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a sigh-like breathing sounded from his nostrils.
The room was dark, with only a faint moonlight. Kevin snored softly on the bed next to him.
He Chusan slowly rolled his eyes dully, he saw Xia Liuyi's hazy shadow in the moonlight, Xia Liuyi stroked his face, leaned down towards him, and placed a light kiss on his forehead. side.
"Silly boy," Xia Liuyi sighed in a voice like crying, "I don't want anything, I don't care about anything, let's go abroad to live together, okay?"
His voice was low and hoarse, "What about Abba?"
Xia Liuyi lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, and said softly, "Bring your father, mother, Xinxin, and buy a big house, we will all live together. On weekends, we drive to the lake to play, in Build a big wooden house in the woods and keep a big dog..."
The scenery of the wooden house by the lake spread out in front of He Chusan like a picture scroll: the breeze lifted the clear lake water, the rustling white-shirted woods, the smiling faces of Dad and Mom by the bonfire, Xinxin laughed and laughed. While playing with the big dog, Xia Liuyi frowned and clumsily grilled meat skewers...
He Chusan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled weakly.
"Silly Liuyi brother."
It would be great if that were the case.
He smiled like this, smiling, tears blurred his vision, Xia Liuyi's shadow suddenly disappeared, only the curtains swayed slightly as the night wind blew gently.
It's a dream.
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When I woke up again, the sky was bright. Kevin was still sitting beside the bed, and said happily, "Mr. He, are you feeling okay now? Your fever has finally subsided."
After a while, He Chusan raised his eyes as if he had regained his senses. On the pale and thin face, the eyes that had been chaotic for several days rekindled. He smiled and said, "It's better. You've worked hard these days."
"It's all I should do. Mr. He, in the past two days you slept, no one has moved. What should we do next?"
He Chusan smiled again, motioned Kevin to bend down, and whispered in his ear, "Look for a chance, contact Wuji, and let him help you find Brother Xiaoma..."
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That afternoon, Kevin brought a group of bodyguards back to He Chusan's own computer in the general manager's office of the data company. The pony and a group of thugs from the cavalry hall were ambushed and guarded here.
The white-collar elites in the office screamed and shivered under the table with their heads covered. The elevator was filled with debris and stinking blood, the narrow corridor was crowded with people, and there were violent shoving and fighting sounds everywhere. Xiaoma and Wuji each carried a machete and chased after Kevin with a bang, smashing the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.
"Take it easy, don't cut my man, cut the man in red, that's Joe's man!" Kevin gasped as he rang the fire bell, holding a computer case in his arms, exhausted from exhaustion Take your breath.
"Don't worry, huh! I've said hello, and I'll cut it! Huh!" The little horse accompanies him in acting, chasing him down the eighth floor with his claws and claws. Panting. Wuji wiped off his sweat, stretched his head and looked out the window, "It's almost there, Ma, the fire truck and the police are coming soon, shall we withdraw?"
"Shu, withdraw..." The pony was relieved.
"Wait a minute," Kevin quickly showed his back, "Chop me here, please be gentle."
"Light ass! Can Qiao Er be trusted? My name Ma Rulong was blown out?!"
"I'm going to take care of Mr. He when I go back at night. Who will take care of him if you cut me off?" Kevin plausibly said.
Xiaoma's legs go soft as soon as she hears the name of the eldest sister-in-law, and she is completely afraid of this mad master who even stabs herself! He resentfully closed his mouth and fangs, "Then... Jizi, you are weak, come here!" He slapped the black chicken out.
Five minutes later, Kevin bathed in blood, hugged a computer case, and staggered into a car on the street. Another bodyguard in red was slashed and covered in blood, groaning and being stuffed into the car by his companions. The car ran away quickly, and the pony led the villains in the Xiaoqitang, brandishing the machete, swearing and swearing in a pretentious way. Alarm bells roared in the distance, and the villains dispersed as they ran, jumped into a few unremarkable vans, and disappeared into the dense urban forest in an instant.