Ji Lin turned the car around in panic: "Let's go to the hospital. Master Wang, let's go to the hospital right away."
The man took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his mouth, and said with all his strength: "I'm fine."
"Swish—" Ji Lin braked and stopped at the side of the road. He turned his head to stare at him. His temples bulged and he was enduring it with great difficulty.
“…But you vomited blood!”
Ye Wangchuan wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his lips, then lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the blood off his hands, his expression indifferent: "I know what happened to me, there is no need to go to the hospital."
"You fool!" Ji Lin disagreed and couldn't help but raise his voice.
Ye Wangchuan glanced at him lightly and said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened just now. Just pretend that you didn't see anything. Got it?"
Ji Lin's expression suddenly changed: "Master Wang, are you going to hide this from Miss Qiao?"
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Ye Wangchuan didn't answer, but it seemed like he had answered.
He gritted his teeth and advised: "Miss Qiao is the miracle doctor of the city, she must have a way, Master Wang..."
Ye Wangchuan said solemnly: "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
The veins on Ji Lin's forehead bulged and then retreated, he clenched his teeth, lowered his head with stiff cheeks, and said, "Yes, Master Wang."
Ye Wangchuan held his forehead with a headache, and saw Ji Lin with his head down. He sighed silently and explained, "I have reasons for not telling her for the time being. But I didn't joke with my body. I sent someone to pick up Zhong Lao from the Pharmacy Association. We will go see him first."
"Mr. Wang went to see Elder Zhong?!" Ji Lin raised his head abruptly, his gloomy face eased and looked a little better.
But he grasped the point and looked at the man in the back row in surprise.
"Master Wang, did you know that you would vomit blood?"
Ji Lin's thoughts raced and his mind was in a mess.
Wang Ye knew that he would vomit blood, or in other words, Wang Ye knew that there was something wrong with his body? Otherwise, Wang Ye would not have asked someone to pick up Zhong Lao in advance.
All the clues pointed to one answer—he knew why he was vomiting blood.
Ye Wangchuan did not answer him this time. He found a lighter to light the blood-stained handkerchief, held it between his fingers, watched it burn to ashes, and then opened the window and threw it out.
After doing all this, he raised the side window, looked up without any emotion and told Ji Lin: "Let's go, remember what you promised me."
Don't tell Qiao Nian.
Ji Lin restarted the car. As the car started, the tires made a slight sound when they rubbed against the ground. The black Phaeton merged into the traffic flow and quickly disappeared in the bustling crowd and vehicles...
*
at the same time.
The girl in the baseball cap swaggered into the FBI building.
There are tall buildings all around, and the glass curtain walls reflect colorful lights. As the most prosperous central area of Country M, this place exudes an atmosphere of economic prosperity everywhere.
As soon as she stepped in, someone blocked her way.
"Sorry, ma'am, this is the FBI. You are not from here and you cannot come in." The uniformed police officer blocked her outside.
But soon someone came to the door in a group and greeted the young police officer loudly: "She is my friend."
When the young police officer saw the person coming, he quickly withdrew his hand that was blocking Qiao Nian, stepped back two steps, and greeted him respectfully: "Archbishop."
"Um."
Quentin did not wear the red cassock when he went outside. Instead, he put on a modern, straight suit, which made him look tall and straight.
His sharp blue eyes swept over Qiao Nian, and he raised his leg to lead the way.
"Come with me!"