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"What are you looking at! Get lost!"

Passers-by were scared away.

"It was not photographed."

"All right."

In the end, someone kicked him heavily in the stomach: "Let's go, brothers, let's do business."

Mucha covered his stomach with one hand and his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted. He felt his stomach was overwhelmed. The wall stood up slowly, and he looked at the shards of wine bottles on the ground. After a long time, he walked back holding the wall.

The hand that had been smashed was already swollen so high that it hurt even when it was moved, and it was impossible to lift it up at all. Even though it was so painful that it broke out in a cold sweat, Mu Cha still gritted his teeth and walked slowly with a cold expression.

No one would find someone to beat him for no reason, and there was only one reason - because of Zhou Chen.

He walked to the door of a store and took a bottle of wine casually: "How much is this wine, boss?"

The boss looked away from the phone reluctantly, and glanced at it: "69." As he said that he was going to continue looking at the phone, he looked away from the corner of his eye, suddenly paused, and raised his head to look at the customer who bought the wine: "Damn it! Why don't you go to the hospital to buy some wine!"

In addition to the redness and swelling from the beating, he was still bleeding from the wound cut by the wine bottle. The place where he fell to the ground just now was scattered with fragments of beer bottles. In summer, he was wearing thin and white T-shirt with blood stains, The footprints are clearly visible.

Especially embarrassing.

Because of her fair and delicate skin, the place where she was beaten was red and swollen, her skin was hot, tight, and painful, but Mu Cha had a calm face.

Sometimes when emotions dominate the brain, the pain in the body will be ignored instead. He is in this state now, and the feelings in his heart are greater than those in his body.

Being beaten and replaced by someone for no reason is heartbreaking, Zhou Chen didn't know where he was when he was beaten by a group, and he felt aggrieved just thinking about being beaten for others, and he was in such a strange place, and he didn't even have a friend to help him. He was even more depressed, he had never been treated like this before, he felt unspeakable grievances in his heart, he also felt embarrassed and angry, and his heart was blocked.

Mucha scanned the QR code: "It's paid."

The boss held down the wine: "No, why are you drinking like this? You can't drink it!" The boss smelled alcohol on him: "Did you drink too much and got into a fight?"

Mu Cha pushed his hand away, and the boss held down the wine bottle again: "I'll refund you the money, you should go to the hospital quickly."

Mu Cha picked his hand again, and said calmly, "We're going to the hospital anyway, so we just got together." He took the wine, turned around and left, opened the bottle and took a few sips before throwing the rest of the wine into the trash can up.

The nearest hospital is on Fuchun Road.

After walking for about 10 minutes, he had already seen the hospital not far away, but he felt that he could not hold on any longer.

He endured the pain and walked, and the passers-by looked at him curiously from time to time.

The itching was unbearable, and he raised his hand to see that many red bumps and red spots began to appear on his arms.

It shouldn't be... Why did the allergic reaction appear so quickly, and it was stronger than before...

His skin on the face and neck is flushed, the conjunctiva of the eyes is congested, and his heart rate is extremely fast. He feels hypoxia, chest tightness, shortness of breath, edema in the throat, difficulty breathing, dry mouth and tongue, and fine sweat on his forehead.

It was difficult for him to even walk, and he fell to his knees leaning on the wall, which was so uncomfortable...

Seeing that something was wrong with him, a woman hurried forward and asked, "What's wrong with you, young man?"

Mu Cha said with difficulty: "Trouble...take, take me to the hospital..."

"Ouch!" The woman hurriedly beckoned passers-by for help, "Hurry up and help, and send it to the 62 District Hospital ahead."

An older brother picked him up and ran towards the hospital, and the woman followed.

Mucha feels so uncomfortable, so painful...

The alcohol began to depress his central nervous system and trigger the release of an endogenous opioid, causing severe bronchospasm, and his breathing began to become shallow and slow...

Yan Chi went to Nanfu Jiayuan at night, the room was pitch black, he sat alone in the living room smoking a cigarette without turning on the light, only a red dot and his blurred figure could be seen in the darkness.

He likes to come here to be quiet when he is in a bad mood or when he can't figure out something.

Lying on his side suddenly emitted a faint blue light. The light was so strong that it directly penetrated the barrier of the wall. It was particularly eye-catching in this dark room. Yan Chi frowned. What was shining?

He put out the cigarette butt and walked towards the lighted place.

When he reached the door of the side sleeping room, he stopped, because he felt a strong gravitational force, and his intuition told him not to go in.

He took a few steps back.

At this time, the space in the room has been distorted.

The bracelet in the drawer was suspended, and the ice cracks on the bracelet flowed with blue fluorescent light. The light directly penetrated the wooden board and scattered out. After a while, the light began to weaken until it dissipated, and the suspended bracelet fell. , lying quietly in the drawer, the distorted space returned to normal.

The light disappeared, so did the strange gravitational force, and the room fell into darkness again. Yan Chi pressed the doorknob, turned it, and opened it, but there was nothing strange inside.

He stood in the dark night, silent, the faint moonlight sprinkled into the room, the windows were not closed, the breeze blew the curtains, and the beads below made a sound when they hit the wall, making the room surprisingly quiet.

When Mucha was sent to the hospital, he had fainted due to anaphylactic shock caused by severe alcohol allergy.

After a rush of first aid, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief: "Such a serious allergy, if it is delivered a little later, it may not be able to be cured."

The hospital immediately contacted the police station to check the patient's belongings in order to contact the family members.

There is no password or fingerprint on Mucha's phone, and there are only two people in the address book—Yan Chi and Pan Zhile.

He deleted Xu Rong, Zhou Liang, and Tan Yunshan.

Of the two contacts, only Yan Chi passed the phone, so the hospital called him.

Yan Chi leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, looked downstairs, his phone vibrated, 62 District Hospital?

"Which one?"

When Yan Chi arrived at the hospital, Mu Cha hadn't woken up yet, his face was swollen, his whole body was flushed, and his right arm was fixed with a splint.

"What's up with him?"

The doctor said: "Congenital alcohol allergy, and it develops rapidly. It is very serious and almost life-threatening."

"What allergies?"

"Alcohol."

Yan Chi frowned: "You said he...is allergic to alcohol?"

"Yes, is this the first time your friend has been exposed to alcohol? Didn't he have an allergy screening before? He actually drank such a strong liquor for the first time. Fortunately, he was not far from the hospital at that time, and he was caught by enthusiastic citizens in time. Sent to the hospital."

Yan Chi looked at the person lying on the bed: "What if he used to drink a lot and was fine?"

"How is it possible? Congenital alcohol allergies can't touch anything containing alcohol. This is no joke."

Yan Chi fell silent.

The doctor told him that the patient had other wounds on his body, such as being cut by a sharp weapon, and the radial bone of his right forearm was fractured, so he should call the police if necessary.

Zhou Chen is currently living in a general ward. There are three beds in a ward, and there are all patients. When he wakes up later, he still has something to ask. It is inconvenient for other patients, so he directly transfers Zhou Chen to the VIP single ward , and asked the doctor to arrange a blood type test.

As soon as Zhou Chen turned away, the person in the bed next to him asked the nurse: "Little girl, how much is the bed in a single room for a day?"

"In our hospital, it's 2500 a day."

The patient gasped: "It's so expensive..."

But the man just now looked like a social elite, the kind who didn't need money.

She thinks it's expensive because she didn't know that the VIP wards in the first hospital of private hospitals cost tens of thousands a day, and the top three hospitals are cheap enough.

The results of the blood type test came out within half an hour, and Yan Chi held the checklist in silence.

Type O blood...

He clearly remembered that when he first found out about Zhou Chen's existence, he asked people to check his blood relationship with Zhou Liang, and he had type AB blood.

The blood type is different, and he is allergic to alcohol. It seems that he is not lying. He is indeed not Zhou Chen, but why can't he find any personal information about him?

Who is he?

When Mu Cha woke up, he saw someone standing beside the bed—it was Yan Chi.

"woke up?"

"Why are you here... hiss..." Mu Cha wanted to sit up, but when he moved, his whole body hurt.

"Don't move, you're still injured." Yan Chi helped him raise the bed, "The hospital called me."

That's it...he thought about going to the hospital and then calling him, but then he lost consciousness.

Yan Chi asked him, "Drink water?" He was about to pour water, but Mu Cha grabbed his hand, and he paused.

Just Mucha's movements were a little too big and hurt the wound, and his expression twitched, but he didn't pay attention to these things: "Yan Chi, Zhou Chen often drinks, right? I'm really not Zhou Chen, I'm allergic to alcohol, I can't drink, Xu Rong lied to me, I..."

Yan Chi interrupted: "Do you know that you are allergic to alcohol?"

"……I know."

Yan Chi's face darkened: "I know you still drink such strong wine? Do you want your life?"

Mu Cha was stunned for a moment: "I... I just want to prove that I'm not Zhou Chen, I don't know what kind of wine it is, and I'm not allergic to it before..."

Yan Chi looked at the aggrieved boy who was about to cry, well, he shouldn't do this, and he chose this method because he didn't believe him.

Yan Chi slowed down his voice: "Sorry."

Mu Cha looked at him: "I'm really not Zhou Chen..."

"I see."

Mu Cha got stuck when she wanted to continue explaining: "Do you believe me?"

The young man with a swollen face and wide-eyed eyes couldn't believe it was cute, Yan Chi wanted to laugh a little: "Well, but I still have some questions to ask you, in a few days." He looked at the grasped wrist, Signaling him to let go, Mu Cha resentfully withdrew his hand.

Yan Chi poured him a glass of warm water: "Drink the water first."

Mu Cha shook his head: "I don't want to drink."

"Stop talking." He heard Yan Chi say.

Mucha lowered his head, because of the edema of the throat and swelling of the face, his voice was hoarse, and his tongue was swollen, and he spoke with a bit of a tongue.

I know exactly what kind of allergies he has, it's particularly ugly...

When he was young, because he accidentally ate wine branches, it made him very uncomfortable. He was almost scared to cry by himself in the mirror. His mother reassured him that he was fine while suppressing a smile, and it disappeared in a few days.

That was the first time his parents knew that he was allergic to alcohol, and he was not allowed to touch anything with alcohol after that.

Still in a daze, a cup came to his mouth, and he looked at Yan Chi who was holding the cup, blinking his eyes.