I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

Wu Xie suffered another concussion from the fall, and also got a cut on his head. He'll have to stay in the hospital for a few more days.

Fatty had no idea that Hei Xiazi had so hastily taken Wu Xie out of the hospital. When he returned to the ward with the thermos, he saw Wu Xie's head wrapped in gauze. He asked Jie Yuhua and Cheng Yu and found out that Hei Xiazi had taken someone and caused the fall.

"You fucking ride a Harley to pick up patients? That beat-up motorcycle of yours has a seat that's more uncomfortable than an electric chair!" the fat man immediately shouted into his microphone.

"It's breathable." Hei Xiazi wanted to explain something more.

"Yes, he was only thinking about getting some fresh air. He finally got a little better from the poisoning, but now his brain is all messed up. Do you think this is Temple Run?"

Black Bear was wiping the deformed helmet with a blood-stained handkerchief: "This time there's been improvement. Last time I flew seven meters with the young master, but this time it was only six and a half meters."

Fatty was cleaning up Wu Xie when he heard this and threw the blood-stained gauze that Wu Xie had taken off at him: "You still dare to bring Ling Zi? Do you think they're sacks?" After saying that, his eyes unconsciously looked at Jie Yuhua, and sure enough, Jie Yuhua frowned and looked at Hei Xiazi with unfriendly eyes.

"Don't all look at me like that. Young Master isn't as fragile as Third Master. He can do a backflip and he's standing there. If he really fell and went blind, I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold my underwear."

"Stop your damn nonsense! Who wants your piece of junk? Open your 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eyes and take a look! It's swollen bigger than a steamed cake!" The fat man tried to change the subject, pulling Hei Xiazi closer to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie was still stunned and exclaimed, "A backflip! How could he do that in that situation..." Before he could finish speaking, the fat man shoved a thermometer into his mouth.

"Give up, Political Commissar Wu! That bear has already screwed its wheels on your face, and you still want to know how others landed safely? Focus on getting your head back to health, or you'll be stuck in the ICU raiding tombs!"

The fat man thought he had changed the subject perfectly, but Xie Yuhua was not so easily fooled. When he turned around, he found that Xiaohua was no longer in the ward.

Xie Yuhua called Ling Xiao three times in a row but no one answered. He had a premonition that something must have happened, so when he made the fourth call, Ling Xiao was already on his way to work.

"Hey, Little Flower Brother, what's wrong?" Ling Xiao's sleepy voice came through the phone.

"Asleep?" Xie Yuhua didn't think it was that simple. Ling Xiao was a chronic insomniac who would wake up even after taking medication. How could he not hear the phone ringing?

It seemed the person on the other end could hear his inner suspicions, and he said, "I took the medicine and turned off the sound of my phone so it wouldn't ring."

"Lying." Xie Yuhua was a little angry. "Ling Xiao, what makes you lie without thinking? Where are you right now? If you don't tell me, I'll go home and wait for you. Don't tell me you're at home right now."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Xie Yuhua finally heard the word: "Laboratory."

"I'll come pick you up and take you home now." Xie Yuhua's voice brooked no refusal, and Ling Xiao's mind was foggy from the pain: "Right now... it's not convenient... give me some time."

Xie Yuhua stepped on the brakes and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. She simply replied "okay" to Ling Xiao's words and then hung up the phone.

He wouldn't be so naive as to think it's nothing. He's letting the child's logic become unclear. There's more than one problem here. But what exactly is it? He'll find out when he gets home.

Thinking it over, Xie Yuhua restarted the vehicle.