Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

150 seven

Chen Ming stopped the car. Just as Zheng He was about to ask a question, he saw two cars in front of this car also parked on the side of the road. Sang Bei got out of the car, knocked on the window on Chen Ming's side, and asked, "What's the matter?" ?”

Chen Ming pointed to Mr. Bai, and said, "Director Bai seems to be a little uncomfortable."

The bodyguards following Sangbei immediately went back into the car again, and a doctor in a white coat was invited out from inside. The doctor turned on the flashlight, opened Mr. Bai's eyelids, and shone the flashlight on his eyeballs. Ask: "What did you see?"

Mr. Bai lay weakly in Zheng He's arms, his lips turned white, when he heard the doctor's words, he twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said, "Hmph..."

"Mr. Bai, I hope you can cooperate with my treatment. I think you know your physical condition best."

Mr. Bai closed his eyes in distress, but was forcefully opened by the doctor, and continued to shine them under the flashlight. Zheng He stretched out his hand to cover the light.

The doctor's face darkened: "Sir, you are hindering my treatment!"

Zheng He simply felt that it must not be good for the flashlight to always shine on the eyeballs, so he withdrew his hand again and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Sang Bei took out a short silver knife from his suit and put it on the doctor's neck, saying calmly, "You'd better be honest."

The middle-aged doctor gave Sang Bei a sideways look, and said, "If you want him to die, just stab me in the chest with a knife! Tsk, I don't like you guys the most, you guys who wield knives and swords every day..."

Sang Bei asked: "Have you said enough?"

The middle-aged doctor took out his medical box and continued to mutter: "It's okay, I know you think I'm noisy, so I can't shut up."

Sang Bei asked again: "Bai Dong's illness..."

The middle-aged doctor dispensed a potion and said, "He won't say anything. How do I know the extent of his illness? Do you think I'm a god?... His current condition is best rested and controlled by some drugs." .Come on, give him a sedative injection first, otherwise we will have a lot of trouble in a while."

Sang Bei said: "Mr. Bai has long expected that he will get sick, so we are going to a villa in the suburbs, where it is very quiet."

The middle-aged doctor stuck the needle into Mr. Bai's arm, and began to babble again: "You said that Dong Bai is so smart, why did he get this disease...so people should not be too smart, it's better to be confused, and there is no happiness in anything." It's important..."

Zheng He was full of worry, staring at the needle tightly, afraid that this unreliable doctor would do something wrong, suddenly a hand was placed on his face, Zheng He bowed his head——

Mr. Bai smiled at him gently, wiped the sweat from Zheng He's face due to nervousness, and said softly: "Don't worry, it's not a serious illness."

Zheng He grabbed the hand that was still lingering on his face, and said, "Well, I believe you."

The middle-aged doctor glanced at Zheng He with a strange expression, and then said, "Okay, let's drive quickly, it's best to get to the place quickly, and the disease will be cured and the baby will be born early."

150 eight

The middle-aged doctor was in the same car as Sang Bei. As soon as the door closed, the doctor couldn't wait to ask, "Who was that man behind Mr. Bai just now?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"The one with curly hair."

"You mean Zheng He?" Sang Bei looked at the middle-aged doctor with contempt in his eyes: "He's an actor, and he didn't write a self-written paper, but burned it on purpose."

The doctor seemed to have swallowed a piece of rice, and said awkwardly: "Why are the little boys nowadays willing to do such weird things?"

Sang Bei pushed his glasses with his middle finger, and said, "That's you idiot... What are you asking Zheng He for?"

"Don't you think Mr. Bai has a different attitude towards that Zheng He?"

"Zheng He is Chairman Bai's new favorite, so of course his attitude is different." Sang Bei replied casually. After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and said, "Mr. The city picked him up, I think you should know the reason."

The middle-aged doctor laughed: "He doesn't believe me, I know."

"It's not a matter of belief or not, but that he found someone more trustworthy than 'that'."

150 nine

The car was parked at the bottom of a mountain less than 400 meters above sea level on the outskirts of City H. Sang Bei threw a bunch of keys at Zheng He and asked, "Can you drive?"

"Yes, but not always."

"Well, just know how to drive." Sang Bei pointed to a long and narrow suet road in the middle of the woods, and said, "Go towards this road and go up the mountain. Mr. Bai doesn't like to contact people when he gets sick, so I will ask your company for leave. I will send you the food and water you need regularly, just make a phone call."

"Okay." Zheng He looked around and summoned up the courage to ask, "May I ask about Mr. Bai's illness?"

Sang Bei was very vigilant, he pondered for a while and said, "I'll tell you later, you don't need to know now."

"OK then."

Zheng He tied Mr. Bai with his seat belt before starting the car in full view and driving on the Panshan Highway.

The middle-aged doctor stroked his chin and said, "This kid is very careful."

"Mr. Bai's speculation has never been wrong." Sang Bei replied.

160

Zheng He found a three-story small building made of wood on the mountainside. There was a small yard outside the small building, which looked very comfortable.

Mr. Bai woke up at some point, and was lying on the back seat in a daze. When Zheng He got out of the car to carry him, he was startled: "Why did you wake up?"

"A small amount of sedative, although it has the effect of hypnosis, but my body is already resistant to it." Mr. Bai raised his arm and continued: "Come here, help me."

Zheng He hurriedly took off the seat belt on Mr. Bai, and carefully helped him up.

160 one

Under the prompt of Mr. Bai, Zheng He found the key hidden at the door and opened the door of the villa.

"Hey! What a big dust!" Zheng He was choked by the thick layer of dust at the door and sneezed.

"I haven't been back for a long time, and no one cleaned it up." Mr. Bai casually sat down on the ground and leaned against the wall.

When Zheng He saw that Mr. Bai's snow-white suit was covered with dust, he became upset. He hurried back to the car to find a spare towel and wiped it on the sofa to find a clean place. "Come and sit here."

Mr. Bai smiled slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zheng He blushed and said, "What's the trouble? Are you hungry?"

Mr. Bai shook his head: "Not hungry, how about you? Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately, I'll clean up the house first."

Although there is a lot of dust in the villa, most of it is a layer of floating dust, which can be cleaned up with a vacuum cleaner. Zheng He found cleaning tools in the bathroom, and quickly cleaned out most of the room, and even cleaned the clothes in the closet. The clothes were washed.

Mr. Bai has been lying on the sofa watching Zheng He busy up and down, with occasional flashes of hesitation in his eyes.

Zheng He found a well covered with wooden boards in the yard. The water in the well was a bit muddy. Zheng He put it in a wooden barrel next to him and went back to the house to do housework. Then, when Zheng He was cleaning the floor under the sofa, he heard Mr. Bai's stomach gurgling, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mr. Bai nodded.

Zheng He threw the rag aside, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Wait, I'll see what to do."

The kitchen in the villa is located on the second floor, with the stove directly leading to the chimney. It is a bit like an old house in the 90s. Zheng He took out a lot of fast food and a few handfuls of vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, guessing that Sangbei probably didn’t know how to cook it. The dishes were arranged in this way, so I took out the instant noodles and put them aside, chose a few nutritious noodles and boiled water.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Bai asked, leaning against the kitchen door.

"Why are you here?" Zheng He put the chopped rapeseed aside, wiped his hands and came to help Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He softly, and said, "I'm a little thirsty, give me a glass of water."

"Okay." Zheng He washed a cup, took a cup from the boiled water just now, and said, "The water is a little hot, be careful. You go to the side and wait for me, the noodles will be ready soon."

"En." Mr. Bai touched the wall of the cup, put the cup down casually, turned and went out.In fact, he wasn't very thirsty, it was just that he couldn't see him lying on the sofa, so he just came over to take a look.

Zheng He's noodles are beautifully cooked and delicious. Although Mr. Bai's taste buds have not yet recovered, the smell alone is enough to whet the appetite.He hadn't eaten for more than 60 hours, and the attack was as serious as he expected. The dense needle holes in his hands and the days of relying on glucose and salt water were also as difficult as he expected.

Zheng He gave Mr. Bai a large bowl full of noodles, and Mr. Bai picked up the chopsticks and rinsed them again and again, barely stuffing them into his mouth and eating them.

"Not delicious?" Zheng He asked.

"No, it's just that I can't eat it."

Zheng He's father once suffered from stomach problems. He knew that it would be more comfortable to eat less when people were suffering, so he didn't force it. Instead, he found a few ingredients and soaked them in water, and waited an hour before making something to eat.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the villa was basically cleaned up by Zheng He. Mr. Bai was in a bad mood, and he was already lying on the bed to catch up on sleep. Zheng He simply wiped his body and tiptoed into Mr. Bai's arms, sighing comfortably. tone.

Everything that happened today is like a dream.

This kind of day is the tranquility that Zheng He longs for.

160 two

Mr. Bai opened his eyes. He saw that it was already dark outside the villa. There were a few people whispering outside the window. He couldn't hear what they said, but he could guess that the voices of the people outside the window were getting louder and louder, as clear as ears. side.

What?who are you?

Mr. Bai heard his inquiry.

The people outside the window began to knock on the glass with great force, a force that almost shattered bones.

Don't knock!don't come in!

Mr. Bai's heartbeat started to speed up!

Cracks are starting to appear in the glass and it's about to shatter!

Coming in soon!

Several people outside the window started laughing, they tried harder, harder...

Zheng He smacked his saliva and arched himself in Mr. Bai's arms. Suddenly, he realized that the person beside him was not normal. He opened his eyes and said, "Mr. Bai, wake up."