The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

In the afternoon, the four little ones finished school.

When they were leaving school, they didn't see Uncle Nanyu coming to pick them up. They were a little surprised, so they asked the driver, "Where's Uncle Nanyu?"

Driver Xiao Liu returned to his duties. When he heard the young master asking about Nanyu, his face froze for a moment: "Your uncle Nanyu is sick. I will take you to school from now on."

"Get ill?"

When they heard that Uncle Nanyu was sick, the four little treasures immediately urged Xiao Liu to drive faster.

Xiao Liu was annoyed by the noise and had to step on the accelerator.

The black car arrived at the Su family manor a full ten minutes faster than usual.

After returning home, the four little treasures rushed to visit Nanyu and went straight to the medical room.

The medical room was quiet. Nan Yu was lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, with various tubes inserted into his arms, and the instruments next to him made regular "beeping" sounds.

What was even more terrifying was that faint red lines were visible on his skin, spreading like spider webs.

The doctor standing by said softly, "Mr. Nanyu just received a sedative and is sleeping."

Because Nan Yu was in unbearable pain all over his body, the doctor had to give him a sedative. Since the disease had just started, the anesthetic could still play a certain role.

"What's wrong with Uncle Nanyu?" Dabao asked in a low voice.

The doctor hesitated for a moment: "Well...you should ask Doctor Su."

As he was speaking, Su Jinyao pushed the door open and walked in, holding a stack of examination reports in his hand.

Seeing the four little guys, he was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Dabao's face was tense. "Uncle San, what's wrong with Uncle Nanyu? Can it be cured?"

Su Jinyao looked at four pairs of curious eyes and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

As a doctor, he was used to speaking his mind, but as an uncle, he couldn't bear to make the little ones worry.

"Uncle Nanyu...has been poisoned severely." He finally chose a compromise statement, "We are trying to find a solution."

"Poisoned?" Erbao's eyes widened. "Who did it? I'll beat him up!"

Su Jinyao smiled bitterly and touched his head: "Someone has already taken care of it. What you need to do now is to accompany Uncle Nanyu quietly for a while and don't wake him up, okay?"

The four little ones nodded obediently, brought small stools and sat around the bed.

Su Jinyao checked Nanyu's condition again, sighed and left the ward.

As soon as the door closed, the four little guys immediately gathered together.

"Uncle San just sighed." Sanbao said worriedly.

Sibao turned his little head and said, "The fact that Third Uncle could sigh shows that Uncle Nanyu is seriously ill. It's definitely not as simple as poisoning."

Dabao whispered, "I just took advantage of Third Uncle's inattention to peek at the medical report. I saw words like gene mutagens and biological agents written on it."

Erbao blinked his big eyes: "What is that?"

Dabao thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, it's a powerful weapon that can kill people."

When the other little guys heard this, their eyes widened in shock.

Erbao said worriedly, "So, Uncle Nanyu is hopeless, isn't he?"

Sanbao was even more anxious: "What should I do? I don't want Uncle Nanyu to die."

Dabao raised his finger: "Shh! Don't wake up Uncle Nanyu!"

The four little heads gathered together and discussed countermeasures in low voices.

Sibao sighed and said, "Even Third Uncle is powerless, what else can we do?"

Erbao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Should we look for the Dragon Country organization? Maybe the Hundred Poison Hands can find a way!"

Dabao frowned and thought for a while, then nodded: "I'll go ask them."

They did it right away. The four little babies tiptoed out of the medical room and ran back to the children's room.

Dabao took out his laptop and started typing quickly on the keyboard, contacting Bai Dushou and other members of the Longguo organization.

[SOS! Uncle Nanyu has been injected with a genetic mutagen and urgently needs a life-saving solution! — Boss]

After a few seconds, the replies came in.

[Hundred Poison Hands: Genetic Mutagen? Symptoms?]

[Shadow: On-site sampling required]

[Flying Needle: Wait a moment, retrieving the case]

Dabao quickly described Nanyu's symptoms and sent him a photo he had just secretly taken with his smart watch.

What followed was a long wait.

Four little heads huddled together, staring at the screen intently.

Finally, the reply came——

[Hundred Poison Hands: Genetic Weapon X Project, no solution.]

【Shadow: My condolences.】

【Feizhen: Prepare for your funeral.】

Erbao's face flushed with anger: "Humph, these bug organizations, I know they are useless!"

Sanbao clenched his hands: "Dabao, is there any other way?"

Dabao shook his head, revealing a rare look of frustration: "Uncle Nanyu's body has been invaded by biological agents, and now..."

Erbao rested his chin on his hand and sighed, "Ah, in this world, are there things that even we can't do?"

The other little guys also sighed.

............

At night, when it was late and quiet, Erbao tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Erbao felt even more sad when he thought about how good Uncle Nanyu was to him and how such a good person was leaving.

Erbao slipped out of the children's room barefoot and quietly ran to Nanyu's medical room.

He was wearing pajamas with cartoon dinosaur patterns on them, and his pockets were bulging with strawberry lollipops that he had specially left for today.

The door of the medical room was ajar, and the faint light of the monitoring equipment shone through.

Erbao carefully opened a crack and poked his little head in.

Nan Yu had woken up from sleeping too much during the day. When he heard the noise, he immediately asked, "Who is it?"

"Uncle Nanyu, it's me." Erbao's clear childish voice was particularly clear in the silent room.

The figure on the hospital bed froze for a moment, and then there was a rustling sound, as if Nan Yu was trying hard to adjust his posture.

"Erbao...it's you!"

Erbao tiptoed to the bedside. The moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his chubby little face. "Uncle Nanyu, don't worry. Erbao will find a way to save you."

Nanyu's heart seemed to be grasped by a warm little hand, "Thank you, Erbao."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot up his spine.

Nan Yu's body twitched violently and uncontrollably, every nerve felt like it was burning, and every muscle felt like it was being torn apart.

He clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from screaming and scaring the child.

Erbao felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Uncle Nanyu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Nan Yu's teeth were clattering, and veins popped out on his forehead, but when he looked in Er Bao's direction, he actually forced a smile: "No, it's just a little pain, I can handle it..."