[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Treat Neuropathy

Just letting himself lie on the sofa all night, when Wu Ming woke up, his neck was already sore and numb.

A few meters of sunlight projected on Wu Ming's body through the curtains, and flowing light spots reflected on the pure white shirt.Wu Ming lowered his eyes and stood up from the soft leather sofa.

I was the only one in the huge room, and a lonely figure was projected on the pale wall.His pale bare feet stood on the cold ground, his skin color was so sickly that it was almost transparent, and he could even see the blood vessels hidden under his skin.

Wu Ming stood in the room for a while before walking slowly into the bathroom.

The walls of the bathroom are pale with the living room, which is also the tone of the whole room, lifeless and lifeless.

Wu Ming still remembered the words his assistant said with a surprised expression when he came to visit his newly renovated house for the first time.

"This house doesn't look like a living person, it looks more like a tomb."

At this moment, Wu Ming thought of this sentence and suddenly smiled.Shaking his head helplessly, he reached out and turned on the faucet.

The touch of the faucet is also icy cold, and the water coming out of the faucet is also a bit cold.Wu Ming held the water in his hands, and then washed his face. The moment the water touched his skin, the bone-chilling chill seemed to seep into his bones through the skin.

Wu Ming raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. Drops of wet water dripped down the contours of his face, and there were still a few drops of water hanging on his slender eyelashes.

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes, pulled out a smile and said to himself in the mirror: "Welcome back, Wu Ming."

Wu Ming's expression was always calm. He tilted his head and saw the medicine bottle beside the counter. He stretched out his hand, poured out two white pills, took a glass of water and swallowed them.

After washing, Wu Ming went into the bedroom and changed the white shirt that had just been wet with water, and put on a black windbreaker and slim black cropped trousers.

The mobile phone placed in the living room suddenly vibrated, Wu Ming walked over, saw the contacts displayed on the screen, and hung up.

Just after he slid the end button, another call came in as if he couldn't wait. Wu Ming looked at the familiar name on the screen, lowered his eyes and meditated for a while, and connected.

"Hello? Wu Ming?" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wu Ming didn't make a sound, but turned on the PA button on the phone and put it on the table, sitting on the sofa and staring at the screen, as if the table was a work of art for people to watch.

"..." The other end of the phone sighed softly, as if he had become accustomed to Wu Ming's silence: "Today at ten o'clock we will talk about the details of participating in the competition judges, but it is already ten twenty, the assistant sent you A few text messages and a call to you, but you didn't answer."

Wu Ming explained lightly: "I blacklisted her."

"Pfft hahahaha" There was a sudden laugh from the other end of the phone, and then the person said: "Speaking of which, the assistant has only been with you for a week and you despise him again, Master Wu Ming, you have really refreshed The record of changing assistants in our company."

"...One week?" Wu Ming rubbed his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, a few dim lights flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "This week...is a bit too long."

"Huh?" asked the other end of the phone, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Wu Ming looked at his fingers, but he didn't answer the man's question, and then he leaned on the sofa with his whole body.

Perhaps because of the medicine he had just taken, he felt extremely sleepy.

Xu Shi noticed that Wu Ming hadn't answered for a long time, and the person on the other end of the phone complained helplessly: "...Hey, I said, why are you ignoring people again? When will this problem be corrected?"

There was still a silence on the other end. If it hadn't been for the display on the screen that the call was still in progress, Hu Ling would have thought he was talking to himself.

"Forget it." Hu Ling sighed helplessly, and said, "You don't need to go to the company, I've already discussed the details for you, and I'll send you a fax later, by the way, do you have time to have a meal together at noon? I'll pick you up."

Wu Ming didn't answer, but rubbed his sleepy eyes, hung up the phone, turned it off, and then lay back on the sofa, deciding to let himself sleep.

It wasn't until after he woke up that Wu Ming turned on his phone, then remembered what Hu Ling had just said, and sent him a good word.

The time on the screen of the mobile phone has been displayed to 12:18, and it has been nearly two hours since the conversation just now. Only Hu Ling, who has known Wu Ming for nearly ten years, can keep up with Wu Ming's magical brain circuit And a long reflex arc too.

Almost in seconds, Hu Ling replied immediately:

[good!I will pick you up at your house in 15 minutes. ]

It's not that Hu Ling waits for Wu Ming to reply to the text message by the phone all the time when he has nothing to do, but according to Wu Ming's habits.You send him a text message, and he can sleep and have a meal and wait for more than ten hours to decide whether to reply to you or not.

And when he sends you a text message, you must reply in seconds, otherwise, after 1 minute, this guy will turn off his phone and go about his own business.

This matter was summed up by Hu Ling after being friends with Wu Ming for nearly ten years.

Because of this, Hu Ling is almost sure that he is the only friend of this guy...

[okay]

Wu Ming edited after receiving Hu Ling's text message.

It was originally intended to be sent to Hu Ling, but with a swipe of his hand, another contact was suddenly selected on the touch screen phone. When Wu Ming noticed it, the message had already been marked with a green tick, indicating that it had been sent.

...

Wu Ming suddenly wanted to drop the touchscreen phone.

He wanted to send a text message to say that he sent it by mistake, but just after typing the first two words, the message box received a reply.

[real? (^o^)/I thought brother you would not come, so happy!Brother, do you have anything in particular you want to eat?I'll send you the address and time later, remember to come back to eat at night. ]

...

Orz wants to die...

Isn't today a working day?Why does his younger brother stare at the phone so much when he is free...but he still responds in seconds?Are all current presidents that busy?That's all for Hu Ling, why do both of them have so much time to look at their phones!

While Wu Ming stared at the phone and complained, his brother had already edited the address and time and happily sent it to him, and also attached a few pictures...the message box also has a small icon of a high-end MMS...

Wu Ming stared at the mobile phone screen for a while and was silent for a while. He felt that sending text messages to explain was troublesome, and making phone calls was even more troublesome, so he directly turned off the mobile phone, took off the battery and put it on the table.

After a while, seeing that Hu Ling hadn't come yet, Wu Ming got up and took a glass from the cup holder, went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, then sat back on the sofa, and took the mobile phone on the table The battery was thrown in.

The mobile phone battery was floating in the water. Due to the refraction of light, the battery put into the water was much larger than the original one. Looking at the floating black edge, Wu Ming stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the cup and shook it gently.

Like a phantom, an edge that changes as the water rises and falls.

"Wow, young master, are you sick again? Playing with the battery board soaked in water?"

A voice suddenly interrupted Wu Ming's movements. Wu Ming put down his cup and turned his head slowly, only to find an uninvited visitor standing at the entrance with his hands up and looking at him with a playful face.

Wu Ming put down his cup and walked slowly towards the entrance.Ignoring the person standing at the door, he took out a pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet and bent over to put them on.

"You are too much." Seeing that she was being ignored, Hu Ling made a heart-warming complaint and said, "I have been waiting for your reply since you hung up the phone at 10:37. Once you reply, I will immediately hurry up I rushed to your apartment, and now, you are... ignoring me, blah blah."

After Wu Ming put on his shoes, he looked at Hu Ling who was pretending to be crying expressionlessly, until Hu Ling had had enough of acting, and then said lightly: "Compared with this, people who secretly match other people's keys are more excessive."

"I'm your Boss. I prepared the house for you. Of course, I have your key." After Hu Ling finished speaking, he shook the key in his hand as if showing off, as if it was a matter of course.

Wu Ming glanced at Hu Ling lightly, opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

Hu Ling quickly closed the door, followed Wu Ming, and pressed the elevator.

"And you are withdrawn, if you die in the house, I can come and collect the body, right?" Seeing Wu Ming's attitude, Hu Ling knew that he didn't care about these small things, so he said jokingly .

"Hehe, maybe I'm dead now."

Wu Ming nodded and smiled slightly.

It was obviously just a joke in response, and the answerer even used a brisk tone, but Hu Ling was stunned for a moment because of Wu Ming's answer just now.

Then, in a silent atmosphere, the elevator had already reached the eighth floor, and the door began to slowly open from both sides.

Wu Ming stepped into the elevator and reached out to press the first floor.

"Hey, are you going?"

Wu Ming looked at Hu Ling who was still at the elevator door and asked, the smile just now had faded.

"...Oh, good." Hu Ling replied vaguely, and after entering the elevator, he didn't speak, and kept looking at Wu Ming, as if he wanted to show Wu Ming a flower.

When Wu Ming got out of the elevator and reached the underground garage, Hu Ling suddenly pulled Wu Ming over and pushed him against the corner.

"Wu Ming, are you sick again?"

Anxiety was revealed in Hu Ling's words, his eyes were restlessly staring at the person below him, and the hands holding Wu Ming's shoulders were a little white due to the force of the joints.

Wu Ming frowned, impatiently trying to shake Hu Ling away.

"No."

"No?"

Hu Ling grabbed Wu Ming's hand and asked, "Don't hide it from me! Did you take your medicine on time?"

"I think you haven't been in a good condition since yesterday. I think it's better to call a private doctor first." After finishing speaking, Hu Ling hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his bag.

"..." Wu Ming looked at Hu Ling who was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call, raised his leg and kicked Hu Ling hard in the waist and abdomen.

Perhaps it was because Hu Ling was unprepared, that kick directly kicked Hu Ling to the ground, and the phone also fell to the ground.

"I, no, nothing, you, don't, more, management, idleness, nothing" Wu Ming frowned and looked at Hu Ling, emphasizing every word.

"What is meddling?" Hu Ling covered her kicked waist, gritted her teeth and roared at Wu Ming, "Do you know how horrible you were when you got sick last time! I was almost frightened to death by you, thinking that I want to lose you forever, do you know!"

"Do you know that I..."

Hu Ling's eyes were red, maybe because she was too worried, or maybe because of the pain at this moment, the feelings that had been hidden for many years almost blurted out.

"Sorry to bother you."

What Hu Ling was about to say was suddenly interrupted by a voice, and the two of them looked around, only to realize that a black-haired young man had stood beside Wu Ming at some point.

I don't know how long he stood there, the silent young man was like a black cat prowling in the middle of the night.

Fragmented black hair is scattered on the forehead, and the young man's long and narrow peach eyes are full of smiles.He held a huge bouquet of white flowers in his left hand, while his right hand was pulling at the corner of Wu Ming's clothes.

The young man raised the corner of his mouth and showed a pure smile to Wu Ming.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers? I just picked anemones."

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