Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

There was a creaking sound, and the door was opened from the inside, revealing Chen Ziqian's half-smiling face.

"You came."

Lin Shuyang looked over following the voice. The sun was very bright today, but Chen Ziqian's whole body seemed to be immersed in shadows. His whole body exuded a gloomy aura, and his face was horribly pale.

"Yes, I'm here."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, then walked straight over and walked around behind Chen Ziqian's wheelchair. Before Chen Ziqian could turn the wheelchair, he pushed the wheelchair directly into the yard.

"What are you doing!" Chen Ziqian wanted to hold down the wheels of the wheelchair, but found that his strength was not strong enough to fight against the opponent, and it had no effect at all.

Lin Shuyang said very professionally: "If you don't bask in the sun for a long time, you will be deficient in calcium. You are young, so you don't want to suffer from osteoporosis!"

When the whole person was bathed in the sun, Chen Ziqian subconsciously closed his eyes, but quietly stretched his hands behind him.

Only this time, as soon as Chen Ziqian touched the dagger, Lin Shuyang pinched his wrist, and the dagger in his hand was easily pulled away.

"What on earth do you mean!" Chen Ziqian was obviously unhappy after losing the dagger.

Lin Shuyang stopped pushing the wheelchair and walked up to Chen Ziqian. He weighed the dagger casually in his hand and raised his eyes slightly: "I was unprepared last time and almost let you succeed. Do you want to repeat the same trick this time?"

He thought to himself, "Son, I, as a doctor, can't cure you as a patient?"

Chen Ziqian reluctantly opened his eyes and looked up at the smiling man in front of him, his heart suddenly trembled.

He once had such a smile.

Once upon a time, he also basked in the sunshine without fear.

Lin Shuyang didn't know what Chen Ziqian was thinking, but his expression seemed a little stunned: "I see there are no other living things in your yard except the two of us. How about we continue the topic from last time here."

"Not interested!" Chen Ziqian suddenly stretched out his hand to take back the dagger.

Lin Shuyang stood there without moving, but he raised his wrist slightly and threw the dagger directly to the stone slab aside.

The dagger made contact with the ground and made several "clang" noises before it stopped.

"you do this delibrately!"

Probably having adapted to the brightness of the sun, Chen Ziqian's glazed eyes no longer narrowed, but stared at Lin Shuyang gloomily.

Seeing this, Lin Shuyang spread his hands innocently, with a bit of a sneer on his lips: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

He did it on purpose. Chen Ziqian had been alone in this courtyard for seven years and often read psychological books. His psychological defense was too heavy.

If you talk to him carefully, you will never get any useful information from him.

Therefore, he planned to anger Chen Ziqian first.

Pushing the wheelchair was to inhibit Chen Ziqian's mobility; putting him in the sun was to break Chen Ziqian's accustomed living environment; he even deliberately threw away the dagger to mock his disabled legs.

These are all designed to piss him off.

However, Chen Ziqian was just as he imagined, and these were not enough to really anger him.

Lin Shuyang suddenly changed the topic: "Let's make a bet. If I can walk out of Chen's house alive, I win, right?"

Chen Ziqian didn't speak, and just continued to stare at him, waiting for his next words.

"Actually, there are too many loopholes in this bet. Last night, I walked out of the Chen Mansion alive, went to the Pingle Song and Dance Hall and then came back. Do you think this counts as my victory?"

After saying that, he didn't expect Chen Ziqian to answer. Instead, he bent down slightly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes curled up, and he stared carefully at the glazed eyes in front of him, and said slowly: "By the way, I'm going with your biological sister Chen Zixin." of."

Sure enough, the gloom in Chen Ziqian's eyes turned into anger when he heard Chen Zixin's name.

Lin Shuyang's smile deepened, and facing those increasingly angry eyes, he added: "Your sister is different from you, she is really simple."

Chen Ziqian's clenched fist hit the wheelchair hard, and his tone was full of anger: "You! Don't try to trick her! I'm warning you, if you dare to touch her, I will never let you go!"

Sure enough, Chen Ziqian still cares about Chen Zixin, but for some unknown reason, he deliberately alienates Chen Zixin.

Facing the threat, Lin Shuyang straightened up and smiled nonchalantly, "Anyway, I'm very likely to become the fifteenth person. Your threat is very cheap to me."

Chen Ziqian took a deep breath and relaxed his clenched fingers slightly, "As long as you don't involve her, I promise you won't become the fifteenth person."

"Oh? What guarantee do you have?"

"I can cooperate with you and pretend that you cured my disease, so that you won't become the fifteenth person."

Lin Shuyang raised his eyebrows: "You mean, those fourteen doctors died because they failed to cure your disease? Why? Your Chen Mansion is not a royal palace, so if you can't cure the disease, you will be sentenced to death? This is ridiculous ”

What he meant was that he didn't believe it.

But Chen Ziqian said: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. If you don't believe what I say, then there is no need for us to continue talking."

Lin Shuyang chuckled. Chen Ziqian was more difficult to deal with than he thought: "Okay, let's not mention this question for now. I have other questions that I need you to answer."

Chen Ziqian closed his eyes and sighed, "Just ask, I will answer you whatever I know."

"Why do you hate your grandfather, Chen Zhihong, so much?"

Chen Ziqian answered quickly, "My legs were disabled because of him."

And when he said this, although there was hatred in his tone, it gave Lin Shuyang a very strange feeling.

It's like the rehearsed lines are well-performed, but the emotion is not even interesting.

"You mean, your fall from the mountain was not an accident, but was caused by Chen Zhihong?"

Chen Ziqian nodded: "You can say that."

"Directly or indirectly?"

This time Chen Ziqian did not answer so quickly, but thought for a second before saying: "Indirectly."

Lin Shuyang roughly figured out Chen Ziqian's approach. They had been talking for so long, and I am afraid that only the answer to this question is 100% true.

Because any question that is answered quickly may be the answer that Chen Ziqian has thought of in advance, and the authenticity needs to be tested.

"I have another question. Is Chen Zhihong really the grandfather of your two brothers and sisters?"

As soon as the question was asked, he saw Chen Ziqian open his eyes and look at him with a very subtle look: "Why do you ask that?"

"You just need to answer my question. As for why, I don't want to tell you yet." Judging from Chen Ziqian's reaction, this question should be very important, and he got to the point.

But Chen Ziqian's answer was ambiguous, "Yes and no."

Lin Shuyang frowned, what kind of answer is this?