Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Song Xulin carried Chi Qinghe on his back and hid behind an old container. From this angle, he could see a dozen people lying on the ground like ants in the distance.

He was not wearing contact lenses, and he squinted for a long time before he realized that it was not an ant, but a person.

This group of people were of high status, and once they lay down, everyone rushed over there and the patrols stopped.

Song Xulin held Chi Qinghe on his back tighter, took advantage of a gap in the defense, slipped into the garage, found a pickup truck near the door, lifted the tarpaulin, and quickly got into the back compartment.

The tarpaulin had a strong light-blocking effect. Song Xulin moved Chi Qinghe inside in the dark, found an empty wooden box as big as his body, opened it, stuffed Chi Qinghe in, and closed it.

Once discovered, he could escape and lead everyone away, so Chi Qinghe's safety would at least be guaranteed.

After the car started, it stopped at the door for two seconds, beeped once after the card was swiped, and then continued to move forward.

The road ahead was full of bumpy gravel. Song Xulin protected the box with his hands and feet as if he was guarding a gold ingot. After being bumpy for nearly ten minutes, the tendons in his buttocks and thighs were almost numb from sitting.

After finally driving into the main road, I accelerated for a while and then suddenly stopped.

The surrounding cargo boxes moved forward due to inertia, and Song Xulin was stuck in the middle, his lungs almost squeezed out.

"get off!"

When he heard this, Song Xulin thought he had been discovered. He adjusted his posture and prepared to rush out, but a familiar shout came to his ears.

“Qinghe!”

"Stinky boy!"

Song Xulin exclaimed in confusion. Why did he hear the voice of his old immortal?

The tarpaulin was lifted, and the sudden light made Song Xulin squint uncomfortably.

Song Chengfeng was seriously injured in a car accident before. He has been recuperating in the past few years and dares not to move too violently.

As a result, this experience today forced his old bones to show some youthfulness. He grabbed the gantry of the pickup truck, stepped on the tire with his feet, and flipped up in the air.

His movements were neat and clean, so skillful that it seemed as if he had done this countless times.

Song Xulin stared blankly at the old man who was running in his house and was so tired that he wanted to use an oxygen machine. In a trance, he seemed to see what the old man looked like when he was young.

As soon as Song Chengfeng got in the car, he couldn't wait to check Song Xulin all over his body. After making sure that he had not suffered any pain, he twisted his ear and was angry at him for not fighting for the truth.

"You little bastard! I think you're really tired of living. You chose to walk on the street instead of getting in a car. Now look what happened. You've been kidnapped!"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Song Xulin bared his teeth, "Be gentle!"

"Do you feel the pain now? I don't think you'll dare to run around alone again!"

"Who knew they were so hungry that they would eat anything." Song Xulin sighed and rescued his ear from Song Chengfeng's hand.

"Xiao Song, hasn't Qinghe come out yet?" Chi Yu walked around the car and didn't see his child. His tone suddenly became anxious.

"Come on, come out!"

Song Xulin immediately stood up and took off the lid of the wooden box in front of him.

As soon as Chi Qinghe appeared, Vinson shouted to the doctor behind him to bring the stretcher over, and the scene immediately became busy.

Chi Yu stood by the car and carefully took his unconscious son from Song Xulin's hands. Looking at his lifeless pale cheeks and broken bones with bruises, his heart seemed to be torn into pieces of meat, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

Chi Qinghe seemed to still have a trace of consciousness. When he smelled a familiar scent, he subconsciously snuggled closer. Although he didn't say anything, Chi Yu could sense the child's grievance and sadness.

He carefully placed Chi Qinghe on the stretcher, his eyes focused on the almost black skin of his collarbone. All the kindness and goodness in his mind was exhausted, and he was ready to deal with Ou Yi and his group right away.

But just as he stepped back a little, Chi Qinghe began to move restlessly, muttering indistinct words. Even though his right hand was in so much pain that he could only raise it in a very small arc, he was still stubbornly chasing the corner of Chi Yu's clothes.

Chi Yu hurried back and held his hand.

Feeling the familiar warmth, Chi Qinghe's frown gradually relaxed, and his condition visibly improved.

Chi Yu's face was full of heartache. He touched the child's slightly cold cheek, suppressed the trembling tip of his tongue, and wanted to speak to make him more stable, but he was overwhelmed by his emotions and could not utter a word.

He could only follow the medical staff's footsteps and get into the car first. After Chi Qinghe was given an IV drip and fell asleep, he gently pried his hands apart.

When he got off the car, he lowered his head and quickly wiped his face when no one was paying attention.

He patted Wenson's shoulder, "Take care of him."

Wenson bowed his head respectfully and hummed.

Chi Yu took two steps forward and stopped again.

A complex and difficult to analyze expression appeared between his eyebrows. After looking at the young man carefully with his dark eyes, he whispered something to 4011 floating in the air.

"please."

The 4011 team clasped their hands together and forced themselves to shout, "Leave it to me!"

Chi Yu sighed, and finally glanced at Chi Qinghe before getting into a completely black SWAT car...

When Chi Qinghe woke up again, he first saw 4011 floating above his head.

[Host! You've finally woken up! I've activated pain shielding for you. Can you still feel the pain?]

Chi Qinghe tentatively moved his right hand. Apart from feeling a bit strenuous, he didn't feel any pain.

The system is really magical.

But he was injured before, why didn’t he get this little potato chip?

Is it possible that it is not fully healed yet?

4011 noticed the faint doubt in Chi Qinghe's eyes, touched his face guiltily, and smiled awkwardly.

[In the early stages, it was due to lack of technical support, and later on… my memory was poor. It was mainly because it had been broken for so long that I didn't react.]

When it said this, it didn't dare to look at Chi Qinghe the whole time. Its black eyes rolled around, full of guilt after doing something bad.

Chi Qinghe did not notice anything abnormal about 4011 and was trying to support his body and sit up from the bed.

But as soon as there was any movement, Vinson, who was half asleep next to him, woke up immediately.

Seeing that Chi Qinghe had just finished the operation, he used his injured and unhealed hand unscrupulously, which scared him a lot.

"Boss Chi, don't use your right hand. You just had surgery and now your bones are broken!"

Chi Qinghe immediately let go, and Wenson helped him sit up. He put two pillows behind his waist, picked up the remote control, raised the bed to the right angle, and made sure Chi Qinghe was comfortable before sitting back in his original position.

Chi Qinghe touched his right clavicle through the thick gauze, but couldn't feel anything, so he put his hand down.

"I……"

Maybe I haven't had water for a long time, my throat feels like a broken box and it sounds terrible.

"You just had surgery and can't drink water right away." Wenson took out a clean cotton swab, dipped it in the water cup, and applied it to Chi Qinghe's chapped lips.

Chi Qinghe was so thirsty that he sucked Wenson's cotton swab into his mouth while he was applying the liquid.

Wenson used a little force to pull the cotton swab out.

Looking at the wooden stick that was about to be bitten off, he shook his head and threw it into the trash can.

Chi Qinghe stared at the trash can, licking his lips again and again, but they became even drier.

Wenson had no choice but to remove a new one, but this time he emphasized it again and again.

"Don't eat it!"

Chi Qinghe agreed quickly.

He can still tell the difference between one meal being full and another.

We have to let Vinson remove a few more.