After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

After being "warned" by the bar manager, Lu Siming took the unopened bottle of whiskey and stood up. Before leaving, he glanced deeply at Yuan Hongwei, who was sitting in his seat like a pile of mud, and looked at the bar manager thoughtfully. Without further entanglement, he walked out of the bar door.

His mind was in a mess. He suddenly remembered the disgusting scene of the upside-down sex he saw in the morning. Then he remembered Shen Zhao, whom he accidentally ran into in the back garden that morning. Then Xu Yaoyao's arrogant face swayed in his mind. Then he imagined Shen Zhao's transformation into something like a demon. All this was like a whirlpool, leading him deeply into it and making it impossible for him to escape.

He didn't want to believe that Shen Zhao was that kind of person. In his heart, Shen Zhao was still pure and innocent, with the shyness and timidity of a girl, and would never do such a bad thing. But the words of Xu Yaoyao and Yuan Hongwei shook the image in his heart, and there were signs of it collapsing.

He didn't want to get drunk in a crowded place, nor did he want others to see him losing his composure, so he staggered to the hotel parking lot with the bottle, sat behind a stone pillar, opened the bottle, and took a big gulp.

He was not good at drinking, and he immediately started coughing violently, with tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes. Before he could wipe their tears, he heard a hoarse sound of tires rubbing against the ground at the entrance of the parking lot, like the howling of wolves in the wilderness, which made people tremble.

Lu Siming stood up from the ground. A black nanny car sped away in front of him. He could not see the people sitting inside. He only felt that the driver was driving very dangerously. He dared to drive at such a high speed in the parking lot. But when the nanny car turned and revealed the memorable license plate, Lu Siming felt a sense of enlightenment. Wasn't that the car he saw outside the school that day? The reason why he had such a deep impression was that he stood behind the car that drove away that day, and most of the time he was fixed on the conspicuous license plate. A, such a unique license plate, there is no other in H City, and the number is very special, and those who are not powerful can't afford it.

Lu Siming thought of his own luxury cars, which took up an entire parking space. Even though he hadn't gotten a driver's license yet, it didn't stop him from being interested in them. He just remembered that the cars that his father loved so much didn't have such a neat license plate number. His gaze narrowed, and a hint of disbelief flashed across his eyes. The person in that car was probably someone that even his family couldn't afford to offend.

Ha, he took another sip of liquor, coughed violently a few times, the corners of his eyes were bright red, and bloodshot burst out from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly figured things out. With such power, they could naturally do things without anyone knowing. He was afraid that even the manager of the bar just now was their man. It was terrible, quite terrible!

But he still couldn't control his inner feelings. He covered the bottle, held it tightly in his hand, and then ran in the direction of the nanny car. He couldn't catch up, but that didn't prevent him from seeing the person getting out of the nanny car from afar.

The girl who had been haunting him got out of the car first. She stood aside, looking into the car with a worried look on her face. Then a handsome man in black uniform got out of the driver's seat. Lu Siming recognized him as Shen Zhao's second "financial sponsor" on the Internet. The man quickly took out a wheelchair from the car and placed it in front of the door. Then he got into the car and carried out an "elderly man" who looked terminally ill. He carefully placed him in the wheelchair. Shen Zhao immediately leaned over and covered the man's legs with a blanket. Then he took the position behind the wheelchair and pushed the "old man" quickly into the hotel.

Lu Siming looked closely and found that it was not an "old man" at all, but just a young man in the twilight years. Why did Shen Zhao know such a person? When did he know him?

Questions hung in his mind one after another. He forced an ugly smile. This was probably the reason why Shen Zhao left him? That person seemed to be more powerful than him, and would even die soon. So how much assets could she get?

When we broke up, she said it so sincerely, as if everything was for his own good. It turned out that she already had someone to rely on. No wonder, no wonder...

Lu Siming was holding a bottle of wine and laughing in the parking lot. As he was holding it, his whole body went limp and he staggered and fell to the ground. His face was flushed. He was no longer as bright and youthful as usual. He was in a state of disarray. He laughed and then he burst into tears. It was not the kind of sobbing that sounded like tears, but loud howling, as if he wanted to pour out all his grievances.

His innocent first love no longer exists.

Mu Yanchen's condition was urgent, and Shen Zhao ran and pushed him forward, not daring to delay for a moment, and went straight to the 30th floor, for fear that in just a moment, he would be stuck at the gates of hell and could not be pulled back.

On the way back, Shen Zhao asked Situ Rui to start preparing everything in the hotel, including medicinal materials and medical equipment.

So when Shen Zhao pushed the unconscious Mu Yanchen into the room, he could see that everything seemed to have changed. From a high-end and elegant room, it suddenly turned into an operating room with all the necessary facilities. It was certainly not as good as the one in the hospital, but it was enough for emergency.

Shen Zhao only kept Situ Rui, and kicked everyone else out of the room.

"Carry him to the operating table." Shen Zhao touched the heating pad on the operating table and found that the temperature was OK. "Take off his clothes while you're at it."

While instructing Situ Rui to do things, she quickly prepared the medicine.

Situ Rui followed her orders. Although Shen Zhao was less than eighteen years old, Situ Rui felt that Shen Zhao was professional and efficient, which was different from ordinary children. She was even much better than many adults. She never made unnecessary movements and every step seemed to be racing against time. Her purpose, of course, was to stabilize Mu Yanchen's condition.

Mu Yanchen was stripped down to his underwear and was carried to the operating table by Situ Rui. Situ Rui did not dare to open his eyes to look at his boss, for fear of being held accountable by his boss later, so he only did odd jobs, and all actions that required contact with his body were performed by Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao neatly connected Mu Yanchen to the electrocardiogram and blood oximeter, then started giving him an IV. After looking at the irregular waves, he lowered his head and began to apply the medicine on his body. The medicine this time was stronger than before, and his skin immediately turned red and became hot after just a little contact.

Because Mu Yanchen had carelessly abused his body, causing his blood and qi to surge, the poison that had been suppressed with great difficulty spread and attacked his heart and spleen. Shen Zhao could only insert a needle directly into his heart to block the blood flow in that vein, temporarily buying her time. After coating his entire body with medicine, his entire body was also filled with silver needles, each of which flashed a sharp silver light under the light.

All this was completed in just a short time. Situ Rui on the side was amazed, his eyes full of admiration. The next moment, Shen Zhao pulled out the needle in the heart meridian, and then scraped it neatly on Mu Yanchen's fingertip with a knife. A blood mark was created, and under the effect of the silver needle, dark blood slowly dripped from there.

Shen Zhao narrowed his eyes, picked up the glass bottle beside him and caught the blood. The black blood slowly dripped to the bottom of the bottle, then gathered together, and soon filled half the bottle.

Blood was still dripping from the fingertips, but it had changed from inky color to scarlet. Shen Zhao glanced at the electrocardiogram again, and the waves gradually became stable and regular. She was relieved and wiped the anticoagulant on Mu Yanchen's fingertips. The wound on the fingertips gradually stopped bleeding. The infusion was still going on, but Shen Zhao had already started to withdraw the needle. She looked at his sick face and murmured, "It's okay, it's under control for the time being, but there really won't be a next time."

Although he was looking at Mu Yanchen, his words were intended for Situ Rui to hear.

Situ Rui lowered his head and answered dejectedly, "I know."

He carried the still unconscious Mu Yanchen to the bed, glanced at Shen Zhao who was standing on the edge of the bed watching his boss, and said respectfully, his tone softened a lot: "We'll leave our boss to you from now on."

"nature."

After this incident, he had a new understanding of Shen Zhao's abilities. Moreover, he turned his head and looked at the girl who was wiping the boss's body, with a little more respect in his eyes. Those were perhaps the only two people who had rushed ahead of him in all these years. The first one had passed away. When Situ Rui left, he closed the door for them, gave instructions to the other guards, and then went downstairs.

Shen Zhao held a warm towel in his hand and carefully wiped Mu Yanchen's exposed skin, staring at his lifeless face, "Hey, I wiped you clean. You feel refreshed. Shouldn't you wake up now?"

She also knew that he would not wake up so early, but she still wanted to talk to him. As she spoke, she picked up the silk pajamas beside her. They were slippery. She didn't know why Situ Rui prepared such pajamas. Seeing that his eyelashes didn't even move, it was really difficult for her to stand on the edge of the bed. Anyway, he didn't know what she did. Even if he really blamed her, she could put the blame on Situ Rui. Thinking of this, she calmed down a lot and went to the bed.

She picked up the silk pajamas, walked to Mu Yanchen's side and knelt down, put one hand around his neck to lift him up, then picked up the clothes and put one sleeve on him first, then around his back. Fortunately, the pajamas were open-collared, otherwise it would be really difficult to wear. After putting on the other sleeve, Shen Zhao was already tired and out of breath. She sat beside him to rest for a while, her eyes moved to his legs, which were still bare, so she picked up the pants and prepared to put them on him.

The pants were much easier to wear than the shirt. She put the pants on Mu Yanchen's legs first. She found that his bones were straight, but the muscles on them were still shrinking. Like a thousand-year-old rotten wood, the lines were vicissitudes, showing the suffering he had endured.

Before, she focused on the treatment and seldom looked at his body carefully. She always knew the situation and handled it neatly. He was the same. Except for the treatment period, he always wrapped himself tightly in front of her. So this was the first time that she sat quietly by the side and looked at his body. His bones were well-formed. If he could be well taken care of, his appearance would be unmatched. She had seen many people's bodies, but his was really perfect in every way.

Suddenly, her eyes turned red, as if she thought of his past. She immediately wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and continued to help him put on his pants, moving them under his buttocks. Then she crossed one leg over to the other side of Mu Yanchen's body, bent down, put one hand on his waist and pushed it up hard, and with the other hand quickly pulled up the bottom edge of the pants. After fixing one side, the other side was easy to deal with.

Seeing that all the clothes were put on, Shen Zhao sat aside, breathing heavily, with hot sweat on his forehead. The hot sweat slid down from his forehead, along her delicate skin, gathered at her chin, and then dripped down, leaving a shallow mark on the bed, and then dissipated.

She got out of bed, tucked the quilt for him, then turned off the lights and closed the door. Only then did she walk out. The man who had his eyes closed in the darkness opened his eyes. His gaze was as deep as a deep pool, and the thick darkness in it seemed to swallow people. He stared at the direction where Shen Zhao left, without moving his eyes away for a long time.

After Shen Zhao took care of Mu Yanchen, the only thing that was on her mind was the blood in the glass bottle. She quickly walked to the refrigerator. She had long ago asked Situ Rui to help her process it and refrigerate it. Now when she took it out of the refrigerator, the dark blood was still swaying in the glass bottle, and the smell was a little lighter. She smelled a bitter taste when it was freshly dripped just now, but time was urgent at that time, and she did not study it carefully. Now she didn't know if she could tell it apart.

She carefully poured the blood in the bottle into a glass dish, and then carefully put the bottle of blood back into the refrigerator. She stared at the shiny black liquid in the dish in a trance. If it weren't for Mu Yanchen's sudden surge of blood and qi, the concentration of the poison in the blood might not be so high. It would be like oil, but much thinner than oil and more fluid. She moved the dish under her nasal cavity and sniffed it carefully for a while.

The bitter taste seemed to still linger in her throat, making her feel like vomiting. She frowned and looked at the dark blood. There are many medicines that emit bitter taste, and they cannot be distinguished just by smelling them. More sophisticated instruments are needed. This place is not suitable for her to do more experiments. She poured the liquid in the dish into a green plant to see the effect.

I watched as the 1.6-meter-tall green plant quickly absorbed the liquid in the dish, leaving only a black mark on the stem. But soon, the green plant turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not the entire plant, but starting from the lush small leaves on the top, slowly turned gray and lifeless.

Shen Zhao looked at the changes in the plant in horror. It did not turn gray again, but the leaves on the top that had turned gray and the thin branches had no possibility of rebirth.