Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Outside the operating room of Chi Private Hospital.

Experts from home and abroad came in batches, and the operating room door opened and closed again, but after twenty hours, there was no progress at all.

Wenson couldn't sit still and kept moving back and forth, almost trampling the area in front of the operating room.

"It's okay, it's definitely okay..."

He stared at the two blurry panes of glass in front of him, muttering nervously.

The violent genes in his body were agitated, and he couldn't help but want to raise his fist, smash the glass, and sneak into the operating room to check on Mr. Chi's condition.

He didn't dare to close his eyes now.

As soon as I close my eyes, the bloody scene from last night will inevitably emerge in my mind.

Last night it was the bartender who called him again and asked him to pick up Mr. Chi.

The weather was not very good last night. It rained heavily and the traffic jam lasted for nearly an hour.

When he got there, before he could get out of the car, the whole bar suddenly became chaotic.

Many people were scrambling to get out, their faces pale and their expressions terrified. Amid the noisy and chaotic voices, he could only vaguely hear the word "death".

"What happened in there!" he yelled at someone he had just grabbed.

"Blood...all blood..." The man's lips trembled, his eyes stiffened. "Dead...definitely dead..."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition and ran towards the bar in a panic against the crowd. His habit over the years had made him pick up his phone and contact the hospital to prepare.

"No matter how much it costs, as long as they're experts, we'll bring them in! As quickly as possible!"

While giving instructions to the person on the other end of the phone, he smashed the bar's window with a stool and walked into the bar with the sound of broken glass.

The situation inside was even more chaotic than outside. The door of the bar was small, and many people couldn't squeeze out. Every time I looked back, I could only see the crowds of people, but the only thing in my mind was the glaring red.

The screams exploded in the eardrums, making people feel uncomfortable.

At that time, he pushed through the crowd angrily as if he couldn't hear anything.

When he knocked the last man's shoulder away, large amounts of blood pierced his eyeball like a needle, and the pain was so severe that he even forgot to breathe.

The floor of this bar is very stylish. Instead of traditional wood or marble floors, it uses extremely clear glass, and a layer of snow-white pine pebbles is laid underneath.

When you step on it, you will inevitably feel dazed and delusional, just like the feeling caused by alcohol.

But at this moment, he wished he had drunk a lot of alcohol and everything in front of him was an illusion.

Three hours ago, Mr. Xiao Chi was still in a daze in the office with a thick stack of drawings in his hands.

The content of the painting is much richer than before. It is no longer just Mr. Chi, but also many students in school uniforms.

He remembered a guy with lots of earrings and a devilishly handsome look, who always played educational games, like making pancakes.

There is another one with the highest appearance rate.

She is very pretty and eye-catching. You can tell she is popular at first sight. There is a red mole on her Adam's apple, the same as the one between Xiao Chi's eyebrows.

At that time, he had almost no pressure and was sure that this was Mr. Chi's beloved.

Although he guessed the gender wrong, it didn't stop him from teasing, which made Mr. Chi's ears turn red, showing his innocence and liveliness.

But three hours later, when I saw Mr. Chi again, he was no longer alive, covered in blood, lying motionless on the snow-white pebbles.

Gunshot wound...

Knife wound...

Fatal location!

Deadly in numbers!

Most importantly, there was excessive blood loss.

The chest was not moving, the exposed skin had turned purple, and the blood was drying up.

He touched his neck with trembling hands. When he felt something cold, his whole head was buzzing, but he refused to accept it. He kept changing his position to feel the beating of the artery.

Even just a little bit, just a little bit will do!

【Ding--】

Wenson froze.

This was the second time he had heard this voice.

Struggling to wake up from the memories.

【Ding--】

【Ding--】

It rang twice in succession, the same sound he heard in Mr. Chi's heart last night.

He immediately became excited, clenched his fists, and prayed to God continuously.

Last night, he was absolutely certain that Mr. Chi's breathing and heartbeat responses had disappeared.

But just after that ding sound appeared.

There was a slight rise and fall in Mr. Xiao Chi's chest, and then his breathing, which could no longer be heard, began to move. His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly at that moment, and his eyeballs began to move again.

In a trance, he seemed to have witnessed a rebirth.

There is no explanation for this, only miracles.

Wenson hopes that miracles can happen to Mr. Xiao Chi more often, at least... at least let him survive.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard behind me.

"Wenson, how is Xiao Chi? Why hasn't he come out yet? I called the dean, but he refused to say anything. What's going on? Is it serious?"

The white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, trotted over and grabbed Wenson, barely catching his breath as he peppered him with questions one after another.

"I can't say for sure about the specific situation, I can only say... it's not very optimistic."

Mr. He was leaning on a cane and almost lost his balance when he heard Wenson's words.

Wenson immediately helped him up and wanted to take him to sit on a chair nearby.

But Mr. He brushed off Wenson's hand and knocked the ground with his cane, making a series of angry thuds.

"Wenson, tell me the truth. What happened last night? Who hurt him?"

"It was an accident."

Wenson lowered his head even lower, hiding the strange emotions in his eyes. He was silent for nearly ten seconds before speaking.

"It's all my fault. If I had gone to pick up Mr. Chi earlier, none of this would have happened."

He checked the bar's surveillance footage and saw that Xiao Chi always disappeared and reappeared on the screen, just like the thick fog that suddenly appeared in the cemetery some time ago. It was more fantastic than a magic trick.

I really couldn't explain it clearly to the old man in front of me, so I just described it as an accident and put all the blame on him.

Mr. He looked at the man's self-blaming and guilty look, and suddenly felt a little lost.

"For so many years, you've been the only one by his side. With the company and the child, you really can't take care of both... Sigh..."

For a company as large as Chi's, one assistant is not enough, but the kid is afraid of being cheated and cannot tolerate new people around him. Even if they are carefully selected by him, he will refuse them.

The lights in the operating room were still on. Mr. He rubbed his cane with his rough, calloused thumb for a long while before he made up his mind.

"That rascal of mine might not be very smart, but he never loses a fight. I'll have him brought back so he can help you with your work."

Wenson's expression froze slightly, and a certain stingy red-haired guy suddenly appeared in his mind. He refused without even thinking.

"Mr. He, this is unacceptable..."

"Don't worry, if he causes trouble for you, don't worry about me, just tie him up and beat him."

Old He snorted coldly.

"If you really can't do it yourself, give me a call and I'll come to his house and beat him up myself!"

Wenson opened and closed his mouth, but ultimately said nothing and agreed.

4011 could not hear the conversation outside the operating room. It was lying on the young man's chest, which was bleeding profusely, and the light on its body was getting weaker and weaker.

With its help and that of top doctors, Chi Qinghe gradually escaped danger and his health condition became stable.

4011 collapsed into the surgical cap of a skilled surgeon.

The words began to speak in a disjointed manner, like an extremely unstable TV signal, and the fatigue was visibly evident.

[Host...you...make it...easy for me to find you...]

It never imagined that the saying "I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, when I turned around, he was standing in the dim light" could be applied to it.

Who understands? It wanders around like a gangster in various high-risk worlds such as the interstellar, insect, beast, and mechanical worlds, fearing that the host will be bombarded by them.

As a result, it is dark under the lamp!

After going around in circles, I finally found his host at the origin.

The last time it sent the host into the small world, it lost the plot and system functions.

Now that I have finally recovered, I am back here!

Then it will have to break into parts when it carries the host back.

No, it needs to rest well and wait for the energy to be fully replenished. It must enter hibernation mode now.

As it thought about it, it squinted its eyes and felt drowsy, but still insisted on climbing onto Chi Qinghe before falling asleep.

If there is any abnormality, it will wake up immediately and help the host.

The pillow rested on the young man's neck, and the potato chips automatically rolled into a small ball and nestled there. The familiar smell filled the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but relax.

As expected, his host smells the best...

I closed my eyelids and opened them again, and a month had quietly passed.

During this month, Chi Qinghe was completely out of danger and left the ICU.

After staying in the hospital for two days, I couldn't wait to be discharged.

Wenson has arranged everything at home, with equipment and specialized doctors always ready to respond to emergencies.

When 4011 woke up in Chi Qinghe's room, he was still a little dazed.

When he rubbed his eyes and stood up drowsily on his matchstick legs, his vision was blocked by the leaves of the potted plants. A large area of ​​lush green was not a good sign.

I floated higher and sat on the lantern above my head, only to find that there were many people in the room, all wearing suits and dressed very formally.

The weirdest thing is that there are many cameras filming its host.

What is this doing?

"Mr. Chi, we will revise the will according to your requirements, and the specific plan will be given to you before 12 o'clock tomorrow."

Jin Lu, who was standing at the front, marked all the parts to be changed before closing the document in his hand.

Chi Qinghe leaned on the bedside table. Although there was still a hint of illness between his eyebrows, he looked much better than when he just came out of the operating room.

He nodded to the lawyers beside the bed one by one and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"The duty lies."

Jin Lu raised the corners of his mouth, his voice was inaudible, but the admiration in his eyes could not be concealed.

Chi Qinghe pretended not to see it and walked the person out with a smile, but after the door closed, the smile on his face instantly turned cold.

Wait until Wenson sends everyone away and comes back, Chi Qinghe ordered coldly.

"Find an opportunity to replace him with a legitimate reason, and don't let anyone catch you."

Wenson had been outside just now and had no idea what was going on inside.

But he agreed without thinking.

After preparing all the medicines, I watched Mr. Chi take them before returning to the company to make arrangements.

The door closed and the air fell into silence again before 4011 quietly popped his head out.

【Host……】

Chi Qinghe raised his eyelids and looked at the potato chips whose light on the small lantern was obviously dim. He supported his body with his arms and sat up straighter. His tone was even more formal than when he was recording the will just now.

【haven't seen you for a long time. 】

[Why...change...your will?]

Because of insufficient energy, its sound is very stuck.

I've made a bit more money recently, so I'm redistributing it.

Chi Qinghe spoke in a light tone, but his gaze drifted vaguely outside the balcony.

From this angle, you can just catch a glimpse of the black rear end of the car.

It's Wenson.

In addition to donating to charity, he distributed all his assets to his close associates.

Wenson is the one he trusts the most and cannot do without, so naturally he has to give him more.

Although the salary he gave Vinson was already enough for him to have enough food and clothing and live comfortably until his old age.

But...what if something unexpected happens? It's always a good idea to give more.

He was indeed not very satisfied with this golden rule.

He hated the fact that the other person was dressed elegantly but his eyes were clearly gleaming with desire for him.

He doesn't like changes, and he doesn't like repeating the same mistakes.

Once, he fell from heaven to hell because of the leak of his will.

Then, cut off the problem at the source.

As long as he is around, this kind of thing will never happen again.

He had already investigated why Lao Chi's will was suddenly leaked.

The answer is simple.

Because lawyers are fucking mistresses.

After having a physical relationship, with a little pillow talk and some interests tied to it, everything that follows will seem natural.

It's all about money and profit.

But at that time, after knowing the truth, he still hoped that she would change.

His mother may never know.

As long as she was willing to give in once during the journey, praise him like a mother in an ordinary family, comfort him, or even bring him a meal...

He would give up all his revenge plans without hesitation and quietly serve as her ATM.

Fortunately, his mother always killed him, which prevented his ridiculous kindness from taking effect and made him feel sorry for Lao Chi.

After all, Lao Chi doesn't like his mother.

why?

No one would fall in love with someone who is calculating and...addicted to promiscuity.

When he was young, he didn't understand the reason, but he could sense that Lao Chi was unhappy, so he would always stand on tiptoe, grab Lao Chi's sleeve, and ask again and again.

"Daddy, if I look like mom, will you abandon me?"

And every time this happened, Lao Chi would squat down, look him in the eye, and repeat patiently.

"Qinghe is Qinghe, and she is her, both are different. You are the best gift God has given Daddy. No matter what Qinghe becomes in the future, Daddy will always, always, always...stay by Qinghe's side and never leave."

"Then Daddy, will you divorce Mommy?"

"No, Qinghe wants mommy's, right?"

"But I hope Daddy can be happy."

"Daddy has always been happy with you..."