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"Doctor Jiang, is Qinghe okay?" Zhu Yiren opened the door and came in, followed by Zhuang Minhui, and wiped away the non-existent tears under his eyes with his fingers.

Dr. Jiang's face was serious, "Let Mr. Zhuang come back quickly."

Zhu Yiren let out an "Ah", quickly concealed his joy, and said sadly, "I'll call my husband right away."

Zhuang Minhui hammered her calf. After shopping all day, her calf was a little sore.

They didn't even look at the person on the bed, and followed Dr. Jiang out the door.

The curtains were tightly closed and the door was closed, and the room immediately became dark. Because of taking medicine frequently, there was a smell mixed with medicine in the room, which was not pleasant.

The person lying on the bed was still asleep, and Li Zhile appeared, staring blankly at Zhuang Qinghe on the bed.

Even if he didn't speak or move, but as soon as he got close, Li Zhile was sure that this was his former benefactor.

Zhuang Qinghe was lying in a dazed state. He was vaguely aware of the movements of the outside world, but he couldn't move his body. He could hear outsiders talking, but he couldn't move, so he could only be in a daze.

When he calmed down, Zhuang Qinghe felt someone staring at him, looking at him silently, this breath was different, it wasn't Zhuang Qi, nor someone he knew well.

Zhuang Qinghe struggled to open his eyes, Li Zhile had just reached out with one hand.

"I'm just..." Li Zhile withdrew his hand, and Li Zhile, who was always calm and composed, panicked a little. He patted Zhuang Qinghe's quilt and smoothed out the little wrinkles on the quilt.

"Are you here to kill me?" Zhuang Qinghe asked unhurriedly, with a calm and polite tone, as if he was asking if someone else came to visit him.

"How could I kill you!" Li Zhile's fair face flushed, "I won't kill you, I won't kill anyone I kill!"

Zhuang Qinghe took a closer look at the person who passed by. This person was dressed strangely, and his clothes were also strange, but his face was attractive. The room was a little dark, so he couldn't see clearly, but just by taking a look, he could definitely find this person's strange and beautiful appearance.

"Then what are you doing here?" Zhuang Qinghe wanted to sit up, but he didn't have the strength, so Li Zhile quickly stepped forward to give him a hand, his movements were clumsy, and he didn't seem to have much experience in serving people.

"Do you want to drink water?" Li Zhile wanted to pour water, but Zhuang Qinghe pinched his wrist.

It was easy to break free, but Li Zhile did not break free.

Zhuang Qinghe asked Wen Sheng: "Who are you? What are you going to do? Although I'm not going to die soon, I'm still very good at burying people with me."

Even the threats were mild.

But Li Zhile was very sad when he heard this, "Then why didn't you drag me to be buried with you at that time?" .

Zhuang Qinghe waited for him to finish crying, and handed him a tissue, "Don't cry, the bed sheet will get wet if you cry again." It wasn't disgusting, Zhuang Qinghe didn't like other people crying, maybe this person was crying openly, and it didn't look good. annoying.

Although Li Zhile was crying, he listened carefully to the movement outside. Someone came up the stairs, so he stood up, "I'll find you later."

Before Zhuang Qinghe could react, he saw the person standing up. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, and his hair was completely rolled up, revealing a face. This face was transparent and soft, with black eyes and tears in them.

What happened next was a bit unexpected for Zhuang Qinghe. The person who came opened the curtain, and a beam of light shone on him. His fair cheeks were bathed in the sunlight, but then disappeared.

The sun is still there, but the people are gone.

The bed was still a little wet, just tears.

The door was pushed open, and Zhuang Qi's face appeared at the door, "Qinghe, you should deal with the inheritance issue as soon as possible, so as not to affect the company." Zhuang Qi knew that the eldest son would not give him peace of mind, and never gave him peace of mind since he was a child. Heart, "You have such an illness, how many things have been delayed."

"Husband, don't say that, Qinghe is still young and ignorant, the disease will be cured."

"No matter how it is cured, it is said that it can't be cured. You finish the matter quickly, and I will send someone to hand over to you." Zhuang Qi also knew that his son was dying now, but he still had to say something for the sake of the company, "You Don't worry, I will definitely deal with your affairs clearly."

Zhuang Qinghe smiled silently, these words could not arouse the slightest bit of anger in him, after all these people began to treat him as a dead person from the time he was unable to walk.

In the beginning, Zhuang Qi would do some superficial work, pretending to be kind, but now he doesn't even bother to pretend.

This is also very good. After he dies, the big drama will begin.

Rather than looking at his son, it is better to reprimand him while his son is about to die. Zhuang Qi is not close to Zhuang Qing, and he hates his ex-wife Wang Weiwei even more. Forced to divorce, but fortunately Wang Weiwei died early.

After Zhuang Qi educated this always proud eldest son, he felt much more refreshed. The porridge and side dishes that Aunt Chen brought were surprisingly palatable, "Aunt Chen, I'll make this again tomorrow morning."

When Chen Jin and Zhou Dun came in, Zhuang Qi was still drinking porridge.

Chen Jin and Zhou Dun greeted each other and stood aside. Zhuang Qi smiled and asked them to go upstairs to see Zhuang Qinghe. When Zhuang Qinghe died, the two of them would have to leave.

On this day, Zhuang Qinghe didn't drink any water or rice, and the people downstairs ate happily.Aunt Chen mentioned several times that she would deliver meals, but Zhuang Qi didn't say anything, and Zhu Yiren said to let Zhuang Qinghe be quiet.

Zhou Dun and Chen Jin didn't stay long and left soon.

Zhuang Qinghe didn't turn on the light, what happened during the day was like a dream, perhaps a hallucination before death.

"Hey."

Zhuang Qinghe opened his eyes, and saw the young man squatting beside the bed, so close, he was holding a bowl of glutinous rice balls, showing his white teeth with a smile, "You drink the soup, and I eat the glutinous rice balls."

The young man wanted to turn on the small desk lamp next to the bed, and after searching for a switch for a long time, Zhuang Qinghe didn't ask for it.

The young man had no choice but to put down the bowl and search carefully for the switch. When the light was turned on, the room felt bright and warm.

Helping Zhuang Qinghe up, Li Zhile sat next to him and carefully fed Zhuang Qinghe the soup in the glutinous rice balls, one mouthful at a time, with the spoons on his lips. Zhuang Qinghe only drank a few spoonfuls, but couldn't drink anymore, and shook his head.

Li Zhile didn't persuade him either, he ate the glutinous rice balls by himself, "It's filled with peanuts." The glutinous rice balls with peanut fillings were delicious, and Li Zhile ate happily.

Is there such a strange thing in the world?

Zhuang Qinghe had lived for more than thirty years, and he was dying now. A stranger sat by his bed and ate glutinous rice balls, and he didn't forget to feed him a few mouthfuls of soup before eating.

Zhuang Qinghe laughed out loud, "Tell me, what do you want, you propose it before I die, lest I die, it's useless for you to be so secretive."

Just treat him as a good deed.

"What do you want?" Li Zhile pondered for a while.

Look, everyone has a purpose, no matter what they look like, Zhuang Qinghe is a little pity, he still likes this look.

"That is a small round bucket, and you can heat water in it, and then you can eat it. What's that called? It's very fragrant and looks delicious." When Mu Ziming was eating, Li Zhile wanted to find Zhuang Qinghe. Zhuang Qinghe began to miss the delicious food in his heart.

Zhuang Qinghe: "What?"

Li Zhile described it again, "It's edible, it looks delicious, just add water and you can eat it."

"Instant noodles?" Before Zhuang Qinghe was so confused, "You mean instant noodles?"

The young man nodded again and again, "It's instant noodles, that's the name, let's eat it when you get better." Then he continued eating glutinous rice balls.

"I'm going to die." Zhuang Qinghe sighed, he hadn't sighed before, it turned out that sighing was what he felt.

"Who said you were going to die? How could I let you die?" The young man ate the glutinous rice balls with a calm expression, and suddenly asked, "Do you want me to kill those two women for you?"

Just now when Zhuang Qinghe was lying down, the two colorfully dressed women wanted him dead, and Li Zhile could see it clearly.

After it became clear who it was, Zhuang Qinghe realized that the promise was serious.

This sentence is what the person in front of him is really asking. If he nods, this strange person will definitely find a way to kill those two people.

"Death is not torture, life is torture." Zhuang Qinghe said softly, "Can you tell me what my name is now?"

"Li Zhile, my name is Li Zhile." Li Zhile ate the last glutinous rice ball, "Do you want to eat something? I'll get it for you. Eat some to give you the strength to heal, it will be very painful."

"I can't eat, and I'm not afraid of the pain." Zhuang Qinghe didn't believe in the treatment that the young man said. Maybe there is some kind of miracle doctor in the world, but his unlucky life told him that it would not work if he didn't plan for the worst.

He doesn't believe in his luck.

Li Zhile didn't care whether Zhuang Qinghe believed it or not, after eating the glutinous rice balls, he sealed the door with spiritual power, and now no one can come in.

Li Zhile lifted Zhuang Qinghe's quilt, "How did your legs become like this?"

Zhuang Qinghe's legs could not walk for several years, his legs were as slender as hemp poles, and it was shocking to wear pajama pants. Zhuang Qinghe wanted to cover him with the quilt, but was held firmly by Li Zhile.

"I will kill whoever hurts you."

This is a promise.

But Zhuang Qinghe always felt that this young man didn't look at himself, but looked at others through himself.

How could it be the worst, Zhuang Qinghe didn't resist anymore.

Li Zhile circulated the spiritual power in his whole body, and input it into Zhuang Qinghe's body bit by bit.

Zhuang Qinghe only felt a burst of severe pain coming from his body, like a slow knife cutting flesh, and after enduring it to the limit, the next wave of pain began again.

Li Zhile maintained the circulation of spiritual power, carefully preventing any more spiritual power from entering Zhuang Qinghe's body, and even parted out a wisp to soothe Zhuang Qinghe's pain.

But spiritual power can only heal Zhuang Qinghe's life, his leg is under a curse, and he needs to find someone to break the curse.

"Aunt Chen, go upstairs and see if there is anything wrong with you?"

Zhuang Qi, Zhu Yiren, Zhuang Minhui, and Zhu Yiren's son Zhuang Mincong sat in the tea room downstairs, drinking tea and eating snacks, and asked Aunt Chen to check on Zhuang Qinghe's movements from time to time. There is still time.

"Mr. Zhuang is still resting." Aunt Chen went to see him several times, and Zhuang Qinghe had been lying down, and it seemed that he hadn't passed away.

Until the early morning, the four of them couldn't hold on anymore and went to rest one after another. Zhu Yiren took Zhuang Qi's arm. Zhuang Qi was a little disgusted, but he didn't shake off.

Zhuang Minhui caught up on her sleep during the day, and woke up early the next day. When she went downstairs for breakfast, she thought she would hear good news, but found that there was already a person sitting in the dining room, the person she least wanted to see.

"Aunt Chen?" Zhuang Minhui called out.

"The young master said he wants to eat glutinous rice balls, do you want some, I'll ask the kitchen to cook them?"

The glutinous rice balls stuffed with peanuts tasted nothing more than ordinary glutinous rice balls. Zhuang Qinghe took a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice balls and felt tired, so he pushed away the bowl and turned the wheelchair past Zhuang Minhui.

Zhuang Qinghe's appearance was completely different from yesterday, he didn't look like he was going to die at all, except for his disabled legs, he looked the same as when he was healthy.

"Does Mr. Zhuang have any orders?" Zhou Dun thought he would receive an obituary today, and he was ready to pay his respects. After all, Zhuang Qinghe had been ill for too long, so he did not expect to receive a call from Zhuang Qinghe early in the morning.

Zhuang Qinghe was already out of breath yesterday, and he just held his breath.

But today, he on the other end of the phone is quick thinking, and his words and deeds are cold and tough.

"Go and check someone, Li Zhile, Muzi Li, knowledgeable Zhi, happy joy."

"The name Li Zhile doesn't mean contentment and happiness. It means that you have to learn a lot. The more you know, the more ways you can make yourself happy."

In the severe pain, the young man's voice was gentle and refreshing, like a spring in March, his voice was soft but clear.

When Zhuang Qinghe regained consciousness completely, he realized that he was the only one in the room.

But the bowl of glutinous rice balls was still on the bedside table, sticky.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Zhao Feifan dialed the hotline of Golden Sharingan, and the reporter learned about it based on this situation.

The report of Golden Sharingan is as follows:

Today, an old man walking in the East Lake found a celibate Taoist priest who seemed to have suicidal thoughts. He sat alone by the lake for two hours and shouted words such as how stupid you mortals are. It seems that his spirit is not normal.

In this regard, the reporter of our station interviewed and comforted him. The celibate Taoist priest finally said, "I am a mortal, can I be a mortal?" and ran away directly.

Comment: No matter how boring you are, what surprised me the most was that although the mosaic was applied, I could still see the old man's thick black hair.

Reply: Xiuer, is that you?

Such a cold sand sculpture joke, cover your face>