Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Psychological treatment may be effective. In just two days, Xiao Chi seemed to have changed into a completely different person, becoming an extremely cold-blooded and mean businessman.

All he cares about is money, not even a shred of love.

He didn't know what kind of mood Mr. Chi was in when he said the words "give up treatment" to the doctor three months ago.

But he knew that Mr. Xiao Chi was very talented and lucky, and the company that was almost on the verge of bankruptcy was pulled back time and time again.

The enemy's relentless assassination attempts made him counterattack more and more decisive and fierce. Those shareholders who wanted to take down Mr. Chi were either imprisoned or jumped off buildings, and they did not have a good end.

This result is good for Mr. Xiao Chi.

But the process is too cruel.

"Wenson, I see Lao Chi again." Chi Qinghe was like a rusty robot, even his blinking was stuck several times. He slowly sat up straight in his chair and looked at the void outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"He's here to pick me up."

Wenson's back stiffened, and he quickly ran to his desk and unlocked the drawer.

When he came back, he hid all the panic on his face and smiled gently, "Mr. Chi, this is today's medicine. Did you throw it away again?"

Chi Qinghe stared at the eight pills of different sizes for a long time like a wooden man, so long that even Vinson, who had been lifting weights for years, felt his hands sore, but he couldn't move, because if he moved, Mr. Chi would not eat them.

"I didn't throw it away. I ate it ten minutes ago." Chi Qinghe raised his head and said affirmatively.

"Really? Sorry, I remembered it wrong." Wenson silently poured the medicine back into the small box, preparing to crush it and dissolve it in water to give to Mr. Xiao Chi.

Another ten seconds passed before Chi Qinghe suddenly asked, "Wenson, what is the market feedback on the new product?"

Wenson keenly caught the change in tone, and after confirming that Mr. Xiao Chi had returned to normal, he quickened his speech and reported on market feedback, the company's operations, and the completion of several important orders.

Chi Qinghe responded one by one. Wenson turned on the recorder and took notes quickly without stopping.

During this time, the secretary walked in and he gave him a look, and the other party immediately understood.

Soon, Chi Qinghe had a glass of water at hand. He took a sip and frowned slightly, "It's stronger than before. Has the dosage increased again?"

"No, there's less water this time." Wenson lied without blushing or beating his heart.

Chi Qinghe raised the glass, and the slightly turbid liquid swayed along the wall of the glass, projecting rippling waves of light on the black floor. The topic jumped illogically again.

"Wenson, is she really my biological mother?"

"Mr. Xiao Chi, there can be various prefixes before the word 'mother'..."

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"Chi Qinghe! Chi Qinghe!"

Song Xulin was sitting in the ambulance, his legs still shaking. He held Chi Qinghe's hand and called his name over and over again.

He looked across at the nurse who was watching the monitor data and asked loudly, "Doctor, why hasn't he woken up yet? Didn't he have a fever? How can someone with a fever not be woken up even if you call them?"

"The ambulance has limited equipment. We need to go to the hospital and see a professional doctor to know the specific situation." The nurse's tone became more serious. "What you need to do now is to awaken his consciousness as much as possible and prevent him from falling asleep."

"Okay... okay..." Song Xulin's eyes were already slightly red, and he nodded stiffly.

He didn't know how he got through all this time. He only remembered the nurse using the intercom to say a lot of words he didn't understand, such as "acute meningitis", "shock", "paralysis"...

There was a group of doctors waiting at the door for a long time. As soon as they got out of the car, they ran to push people away. He was about to squeeze in when the nurse pulled him to go through the procedures.

Class 3-5 classroom.

The bell for the first class rang, and Wang Xuesheng walked into the classroom. At a glance, he saw two empty seats at the back.

He immediately frowned, "Where are Chi Qinghe and Song Xulin? Don't tell me they're still sleeping in the dormitory!"

There was dead silence. Gong Huasui tilted his head to look at the empty seat on his right, and for some reason, his heart skipped a beat.

At this time, Song Xulin's roommate raised his hand and said, "Teacher, Song Xulin...may still be sleeping in the dormitory...he slept very late last night."

Hearing this answer, Wang Xuesheng felt helpless and angry, and called the dormitory manager directly.

As a result, the other party attacked first.

After hearing this, Wang Xuesheng nodded several times, and then his eyes changed.

"What! He carried her out on his back!"

The students below suddenly started whispering, and Wang Xuesheng slapped the table several times before the classroom became quiet.

"Take out the monthly exam paper."

After saying that, he ran outside the classroom, pressed the microphone, and his voice became much quieter.

The dormitory supervisor was still in shock, "Teacher Xuesheng, you don't know, when that child was carried down, he was both hot and cold, and he was unconscious."

"Where are they now?"

"When I brought the people to the door, the ambulance that someone had called just arrived. Fortunately, I quickly carried the people up."

As soon as Wang Xuesheng heard it, he knew it was Song Xulin calling. This guy's cell phone came in handy at this time.

"I understand. I'll go to the hospital now." Wang Xuesheng hung up the phone, quickly composed himself, returned to the classroom, and waited for the substitute teacher to arrive before leaving quickly.

Gong Huansui followed Wang Xuesheng's back with his eyes and felt a sense of fear for no reason.

He lowered his eyes and pinched a small wound on his chin with his fingertips.

Qinghe, are you angry... Otherwise why don't you even want to go to class...

The substitute teacher is the math teacher of Class 10.

She just graduated with a Ph.D. this year. She has a good temper, her classes are interesting, and she often gets along well with students.

Therefore, when she came on stage, a few people in the class cheered quietly.

"Teacher, where is our head teacher? Why are you teaching us?"

"Yes, yes, he just received a phone call and wanted to leave in a hurry. Did something happen?"

"Did Song Xulin and Chi Qinghe have a fight?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around him responded instantly.

"That's very possible. Didn't Brother Sheng just say something? Someone must have gone out with a violent attitude and injured him."

"That must be serious. If it was just a minor injury, Brother Sheng wouldn't be so nervous."

"It feels like these two fights are really crazy, it's hard to say. Song Xulin is not to be mentioned, and that Chi Qinghe, Chen Yao hasn't come back yet. This lethality can only be high, not low!"

Seeing that the students were talking more and more outrageously, the female teacher quickly stopped them.

"Alright, students, take out your monthly exam papers. This class... Hey! That student, you can't leave your seat during class!"