Dedicated to spoiling young masters

An ordinary small town was full of turmoil due to a murder case. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a flash in the pan, and it turned into a confusing bubble. Rumors, some of which were not, were just so bizarrely wiped out by a fire.

On the south side of the county seat, there is an old small courtyard house, as quiet as ever, with a new white flower of acacia tree in front of the door, making it a little nervous.

No one knows that under this old courtyard house, a basement was built 14 years ago. Inside, there are all kinds of advanced medical equipment, furnishings and equipment, and even the design of the door is world-class. If you want to say that the Royal Infirmary of the White House is nothing more than That's it.

The red light was always on in the operating room inside, followed by a small but exquisite office.

Fang Donglin sat deeply on the brown leather sofa, his seemingly calm eyes were a little more nervous and cold.

On the shiny mahogany table opposite, there was another face reflected, with a dignified expression, handsome facial features with an indelible sternness, and the cigarette held between the fingers resting on the edge of the table, flickered on and off.

The lip line opened and closed, and let out a long silence of deep anger: "How did it happen?"

"Buy him that cell phone for you." Fang Donglin closed his eyes lightly, his words full of tit-for-tat iciness.

"Mobile phone? Didn't you say that he doesn't like to cause trouble?"

The furious man was Che Fan, Che Yan's elder brother. After receiving the news, he immediately rushed back to the county from Macau. Science and technology in the small county is underdeveloped, so it went smoothly. The only troublesome thing is Che Yan's body. After all, this is the secret they have been guarding.

Fang Donglin ignored his anger, got up and got himself a glass of wine, looked at the door, and paced back and forth.

"Just because he doesn't like to cause trouble doesn't mean that others won't provoke him. In such a rural place, just give him a phone call. If you have to buy something that attracts people's attention, are you afraid that others will not know how much money you have? "

"I... protect him like a prince, what do you want from me?" Che Fan complained wrongedly. He was stubborn, but he had to admit that he didn't listen to Fang Donglin's words, and told Che Yan on his own initiative. Selling an iPhone7, who would have thought that this would happen.

Standing up, Che Fan's eyes turned aside in disbelief, approached Fang Donglin and dropped a document: "The old man is dead, and the old woman said that she wants to enjoy her old age and terminate the contract, aren't you very smart? Make up a story yourself and tell him."

Fang Donglin glanced coldly, returned to the sofa and sat down, and breathed lightly: "Now it's mainly about Che Yan, and I'll talk about the rest later."

As it turned out, Che Fan calmed down and lit a cigarette again: "How is the situation?"

"When I carried him back, I did a simple inspection. The heart was stimulated by a sharp object, the cerebellum was injured, and the blood supply to the brain was not enough, which caused the blood in the heart to flow backwards. The wall membrane of 'Shanyu' was touched. It depends on how The situation with the surgery..."

Fang Donglin's analysis made Che Fan a little anxious again, and his fingers holding the cigarette butt tightened slightly.

When both of them were hesitating, the door of the operating room opened, and three European doctors walked out of it. The leading one, about fifty years old, took off the mask and handed it to the person behind him, and walked towards Fang Donglin.

He said in a very respectful tone: "Elliot, the young master's operation was successful. I also had a wall membrane protection done, and the 'Mountain Rain' situation has also been brought under control."

Fang Donglin seemed to be relieved, and Che Fan's brows also opened.

"That's all right, thank you George."

"It's my horn."

But George's expression was not so relaxed, the blue pupils were constricted, but more of a bewildered expression.

"What's wrong?" Fang Donglin observed this.

"It's just... the 'Mountain Rain' cells in the young master's heart broke through the wall membrane and merged into the blood, and biochemical excitement occurred. The frenzied platelets should be destroyed by the body's immune system..." George looked a little confused, as if in Think about something incomprehensible.

Fang Donglin moved a little nervously: "You mean...?"

He seemed to have figured something out, raised his head, and George looked a little excited again: "The blood in the young master's heart seems to have merged with 'Shan Yu', and now I'm not sure why, so I'm going to take some blood samples and prepare to go back and carefully Study it."

"What... oh... good..." This news undoubtedly set off a stormy sea. Fang Donglin's expression changed countless emotions in an instant, and then he regained his composure. He stepped forward to shake hands with George to see him off: "Then I won't see you off."

"OK, if there is any situation with the young master, please inform me in time." George picked out a mysterious and surprised look: "For the association's 'Mountain Rain' plan, and for our common goal, please Elliot keep his promise, I have I have a hunch that this will be the most amazing achievement in the world."

The black jeep outside the courtyard left quietly. In the quiet night, it drifted into the distance with the wind. No one knew what the relationship between that jeep and anyone in this small county was, and no one had ever noticed any special people. In this way, it has been going on for nearly ten years.

Che Fan has always had a grudge against this black medical organization in North America. George's sly wink with Fang Donglin before he left made him feel very uncomfortable, and his stomach was full of anger in a blink of an eye.

He slammed the cigarette on the ground: "I said, the less people know about Che Yan, the better. You still have such an organization at home, and you don't know how it will die in the future. You haven't done it for so many years." a result."

"..."

Fang Donglin didn't even look at him, turned around and went to the operating room to get Che Yan back to his room in the courtyard.

"Fang Donglin, what's your attitude? Why don't you give me an open word?" Che Fan was as angry as a bull. If he said that he had strong fighting skills from the underworld to the white way, he could make a move anywhere in the world. Only Fang Donglin can't do anything about it.

This courtyard is one of the few in the county, but it is also ordinary. According to the geographical location, it is a standard school district room, so there are always a lot of children's voices nearby, but this is ordinary, and it is also suitable for recuperation.

So Fang Donglin chose this place at that time, and sold the whole yard, and pretended to be two families with Che Yan, close neighbors and folks.

For 14 years, the peaceful days passed really quickly.

In the past two days, Fang Donglin took good care of Che Yan and hardly had a rest, because Che Yan hadn't woken up.

The situation is different from the past, and Fang Donglin is not going to react to the association's people in this situation. According to his analysis, Che Yan's situation is like a deep sleep like biological evolution.

The wound seen after removing the bandage healed at an extremely fast speed. This kind of physique is hard to find among the experienced people in the world's mercenary group. This kind of situation has never happened before. For Che Yan, Not a good omen.

Standing by the bed, Fang Donglin recorded his physical condition and took care of him carefully. Fang Donglin is not a person who likes to be close to people, but he is special to Che Yan.

The clean face in the quilt is full of pure breath at the age of 20, and the deep sleep also carries the emotions of the dream, and the face touched by the fingers is very gentle.

Fang Donglin likes to look at him quietly like this since he was a child. Although he is only two years older, he is more mature than Che Fan who is already thirty, and he knows how to arm himself better. relaxed.

There are six rooms in the courtyard, and only the three of them live in it. It is still a wooden structure house, and the sound insulation is not good. When it is quiet, even a little sound can be heard clearly.

For example, Che Fan's room is now filled with the sound of his footsteps packing his luggage.

From Che Fan's point of view, the affairs here have come to an end, and there is still more work to be done, so he packs his things and prepares to return to Macau.

"There are still things for you to do." Fang Donglin said standing at the door of his room.

Che Fan put down the box and sat back on the bed: "What's the matter? Isn't everything taken care of? Che Yan doesn't want to see me again, so there's no need to wait until he wakes up."

Fang Donglin's expression became more cautious, and then he exhaled and explained: "The reason why I joined that association and asked them to study 'Mountain Rain' is to get more data and find a cure for Che Yan as soon as possible." Method.

The Ruth Consortium has changed hands. Many things are unpredictable. A few years ago, Lu Bingyu, the heir of the Ruth Consortium Oriental Co., Ltd., absorbed a large number of shares in Asia and also penetrated into the European head office. Now he has 52% of the shares. Equity has become the absolute owner of the Ruth Consortium, but his corporate financing is not in the normal budget ratio, a large amount of money has entered the black market, this person is very ambitious, and one of his goals may be 'Mountain Rain'. "

Che Fan listened and nodded thoughtfully: "Well... I've heard of this person before, a force that suddenly flooded in, and they have a unique vision, and they are all looking for places with the most source of transactions,'LS 'Being acquired overnight, I don't know what method was used, those bigwigs became one-sided, and even our fringe trading markets were affected."

Fang Donglin moved a few steps, looked around the place where he had stayed for 14 years, with a dazed expression: "It's time to leave."

Che Fan still raised his head in surprise: "Are you in a hurry? It may not be so easy for the Ruth Consortium to find us."

"That's not it. It's just a matter of time before Lu Bingyu finds out about 'Mountain Rain'. The association provides research on black arms biotechnology, and he will definitely notice it in the black market."

Speaking of this, Che Fan clenched his fists anxiously: "I told you earlier not to associate with that organization, now I know it's troublesome, the US military force behind it is not small, if I want to destroy it, what can I do with my ability. "

"You can't, someone else can." Fang Donglin said indifferently.

Che Fan, who has been in this industry for decades, is very unconvinced: "Who is so kind?"

"Lu Bingyu"

"!..."

While Che Fan regretted that he reacted too slowly, he wished he could slap himself and talk about schemes. Fang Donglin had never glanced at his head, and all he had to do was to let it go.

"Then how?"

"Go to the American mercenary group and find someone to sneak into the association. When George's research results come out, kill him and get the information. The data about 'Shanyu' in the association will be erased, and the information about me will also be deleted." Fang Dong Lin took out a USB flash drive from his trouser pocket and handed it over: "Import this into the database again, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

When Che Fan took over the USB flash drive, Che Fan felt a chill on his back. Fang Donglin's face was imprinted, his black eyes were dark and cold, and he couldn't see any emotions. It was the same as it was 14 years ago, only the layer of ice in front of Che Yan It seems that it will be deciphered.

Fang Donglin didn't look at him, and turned his back to the door: "This matter is over, and Che Yan and I have also finished the college entrance examination, so when the time comes to clean up this place, I found a school in Africa."

Hearing this, Che Fan's calmness just now was gone, and his hair stood on end. I don't know why he hates Africa so much.

"Africa? Are you sure Che Yan likes this arrangement? And are you going to let him stay in school for the rest of his life? You are free enough. You have been in high school for six years. Are you tired?"

Fang Donglin ignored the bombarding questioning, and explained lightly: "You stay at home for a few days, and then leave for the United States."

Then he went straight to the kitchen.

"Fang Donglin... You son of a bitch is so mad at me, don't call me big brother in front of Che Yan these days."

Looking at the tall and arrogant back, Che Fan was so angry that he stomped his feet. He punched sideways and smashed a mark on the wooden pillars of the old courtyard. In fact, most of the pillars in this house have his fingerprints on them, and some of them were painted by Fang Donglin. Some were annoyed by his indifference, and some were forced by Che Yan's cynicism.

A vigorous and resolute elder brother on the road was driven mad by the two boys. According to Che Yan, this is a manifestation of a narrow-minded person.