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Xing ran quickly, but still couldn't help but retort, "It was obviously Dan Heng who wanted artificial respiration but was pushed away by San Yue Qi."
Cheng Che was silent for a moment, "You are right, but when I think about it, this might be the closest chance for you to get in touch with Dan Heng in your life, and you missed it."
Oh, I can’t kiss you.
Xing took a deep breath and said, "It's okay. I can learn to be shameless."
It's just the face!
She doesn't have to give it up, it's not something she must have!
Cheng Che glanced at Xing and quickly followed Dan Heng and San Yue Qi who were running in front of him. He fiddled with the little crow pendant and planned to take a picture of Dan Heng while he was running.
Comparing the video with the one that Bai Lu had run, he always felt that the Chiming tribe might have some speed-enhancing buff.
After turning a corner, a big door opened quietly, and then the little green dragon ran into the door and disappeared.
San Yue Qi followed Dan Heng's steps and paused, standing at the door with a confused look on his face, "Ah?"
Several people followed and said the same thing at the same time, "Ah?"
The house was bustling with figures standing in the room. The Star Core Spirit who was imagined to have fainted in the corner did not appear, and even Dan Heng disappeared completely. There was no chance to watch the artificial respiration.
Cheng Che looked at everything in front of him expressionlessly, and after a while he turned to look at San Yue Qi, "Once again, I overestimate your imagination and memory."
How could something so important not make a deep impression?
He also wanted to see what Xing's expression was at that time, but what a pity...
Hearing this, San Yue Qi sighed heavily, "Maybe Xing was too pitiful at that time, and my subconscious mind doesn't want to mention it, but..."
San Yue Qi paused, then turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "Why do you want to see what happened so much? Have you forgotten that when Sang Bo picked us up and brought us back to the lower level, Dan Heng also had to give you artificial respiration?"
"Oh." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face. "Just because I like to watch the fun doesn't mean I want to be the fun. Why don't you think about the fact that I'm a straight man before you say this?"
March 7:…
The girl opened her pair of pale blue eyes and stared at Cheng Che blankly, with an indescribable expression in her eyes.
After a while, San Yue Qi finally came back to his senses and looked at Sang Bo with an indescribable expression, "Sang Bo..."
Who are you talking about? Who was the person who was about to carry Sambo away?
Although it was to stimulate Sambo, the problem was that Cheng Che had a bad mouth!!!
Besides... Cheng Che himself said that the second generation of rich people like them spend a lot of money on entertainment!!!
"Don't look at me, I don't know anything."
Sambo, who had inexplicably turned into a little tail, spread his hands innocently, his face full of confusion, "I, old Sambo, am now just a pendant that can talk and have fun. I won't say anything until I walk out of the Qiongguan formation!"
"Oh." San Yue Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Then what do you say?"
Sambo: ...
Sang Bo looked at San Yue Qi with a frown on his face, his tone revealing a sense of grievance, "Words."
Sanyueqi looked at Sangbo, then looked at Xing, "You two are siblings who have been separated for a long time, right?"
Xing spread his hands, "No way, if they were really siblings he wouldn't be alive today!"
Sambo's eyes widened, "Hey, hey——"
"Stop talking." Cheng Che held Sangbo's hand and raised his chin to the side. "Go find the distorted illusion first. I want to discuss something with Sangbo."
Sang Bo's eyes flickered, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Che, "?"
Why do you have to avoid people when you are talking to me?
"What do you mean by avoiding me and Sanyue?" Xing frowned, and looked at Fu Xuan who was following behind them, "You still want to avoid Master Taibu! Be careful or I'll let Master Fu Xuan punish you!"
"Children should stay out of the way when talking about adults." Cheng Che responded and pulled Sang Bo's sleeve to move to the side.
Xing followed over on tiptoe, disapproval written all over her face, "How can a one-year-old crow like you be considered an adult!"
"A big body is considered big." Cheng Che looked at Xing and patted his chest, "Want to compare?"
star:……
Xing took a deep breath, drooped his shoulders, and pulled Sanyueqi and Fu Xuan away.
Well, it’s definitely not comparable.
Sang Bo is fine, he is burning with anger, Cheng Che...
Forget it, Cheng Che is even more angry.
Watching them leave, Cheng Che placed two pieces of paper on the steps, pulled Sangbo to sit down, and lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think Aha will give me a fake invitation?"
Hearing this, Sambo frowned, "An invitation from Pinocchio?"
"Yeah." Cheng Che lowered his head and looked through his bag, and whispered, "Are you afraid of being embarrassed?"
Sambo:?
A huge question mark flashed in Sambo's eyes, "You're changing the subject a little too quickly, aren't you?"
"If you're not afraid, take my invitation letter and try to see if it's fake and whether you'll be kicked out." Cheng Che rummaged through the bag, took out a handful of candy and slowly unwrapped it, "I'm not afraid of being embarrassed, but I don't want Ah Ha to be proud."
Sambo was at a loss for words, "So I don't need a face anymore?"
Cheng Che looked up in surprise, stared at Sangbo carefully for a moment, and stuffed the unpacked candy into Sangbo's mouth, "You still have this thing?"
Sambo: ...
Sambo bit the candy in his mouth, reached out and patted Cheng Che's arm, and said sincerely, "Brother, if you hadn't invited me, I wouldn't have stepped into Pinocchio at this time, so if we have to embarrass ourselves, we have to embarrass ourselves together."
Cheng Che looked into Sang Bo's eyes, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Okay, I'll study the invitation letter again and see if I can bring our God along."
Such a shame...
Either Aha gives him a real invitation to avoid embarrassment, or the whole Huanyue family from top to bottom, from old to young, will be embarrassed together!!!
Chapter 13 Extra Thirteen
"Bed No. 37, there's a visitor!"
The nurse's voice penetrated the long corridor, drifting throughout the ward with a slightly lonely echo.
In a ward at the end of the corridor, a boy under the age of eighteen was lying on the bed with no expression on his face. His arms were fixed to the iron railings on both sides of the bed, and his feet were also tied up with restraints. A white sheet was wrapped around his chest, making his entire body stick to the bed and losing all ability to move.
Cheng Che stared at the ceiling in silence for a while. After the nurse untied the belts, he stood up and stretched his hands and feet. Finally, he put on a soft cardigan over his hospital gown. Then he walked out of the ward slowly in slippers, holding the little doll on the bedside.
There were two wheelchairs in the corridor. A man with a dazed expression was holding on to the handrails on both sides of the corridor and trying to move forward. There was also a middle-aged man who was walking quickly in a weird voice, and the plastic water cup in his hand was tapping on the wall.
Screams and mutterings were intertwined, not sounding sick but carrying a weird atmosphere that was a bit abnormal.
"37 beds?"
A young nurse came up from behind with a cart. After comparing it with Cheng Che's wristband, she tore open a small plastic bag and poured the pills into Cheng Che's palm. She looked up at Cheng Che seriously and asked, "Where's the water cup? Do you need me to get you some warm water?"
Cheng Che took the medicine in silence. After finishing the medicine, he bent down and opened his mouth and palms to allow the nurse to check.
Seeing that the nurse was about to leave, Cheng Che couldn't help but remind her, "Sister, please save me a sleeping pill tonight."
The nurse nodded, made a note in her notebook, and then raised her chin to the front. "When your family members come, the nurse at the door will open the door for you."
Cheng Che responded and walked slowly forward holding the little doll in his arms.
I want to run over, but...
After lying down for a whole day, my legs are numb and it's easy for people to think I'm emotionally agitated and carry me back, tie me up and give me a sedative.
If one of them doesn't perform well, he will have to get an injection of anesthesia and do electric shock therapy early the next morning.
After passing through two heavy iron doors, Cheng Che finally sat on a chair in the restaurant. He leaned back and quietly looked at the man in front of him, "Oh, you came to visit me in prison."
Opposite Cheng Che, the man was holding a bag of Thursday V I fifty in his hand. He casually put it on the table and leaned over to rub the small curly hair on Cheng Che's head. "I just came back from a business trip and heard you squatting in. What did you do?"
Hearing this, Cheng Che recalled.
It seemed that his memory was not very good due to the effect of the drugs. After thinking for a long time, he pointed to his head and said, "I banged my head against the wall, and the nanny called my dad, and my dad asked his assistant and bodyguard to tie me up and send me in."
Across from him, the light brown-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a puzzled tone, "Why are you banging your head against the wall? Are you hallucinating or hearing things?"
As he spoke, Tang Muching stretched out his hand, rubbed Cheng Che's forehead, and couldn't help frowning.
Cheng Che shook his head, his face expressionless, "I think everyone is stupid b——"
Before he could finish his words, a New Orleans roasted chicken leg was thrown in his face.
Cheng Che suppressed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth, took the chicken leg and started to chew it, put the little doll on his lap and hugged it, and said vaguely: "I feel upset when I see them, but you don't want me to make trouble, so I can only choose to close my eyes."
Tang Muqing:...
"If I hear you swear again, you'll go live at Mr. Su's house and get beaten." Tang Muqing said coldly, turning his head slightly to look at the door behind him.
The assistant came in and placed some documents on the table, followed by several doctors in white coats.
"The discharge procedures have been completed." The assistant said softly, opened the document and handed the pen to Tang Muching.
The man pushed up his frameless glasses, scanned the medical records, and signed the discharge form. "Okay, I'm leaving."
He stood up and looked at the hospital gown on Cheng Che, then turned his head to look at the doctor beside him, "Do you sell hospital gowns? I didn't bring any clothes for him today."
Doctor:……
The doctor looked at Tang Muqing with difficulty, trying to organize his words, "Mr. Tang, your brother's current condition is probably not suitable for discharge."
"If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable." Tang Muching ignored him, glanced at the blooming magnolia outside the window, and assessed the outdoor temperature. After thinking for a while, he took off his suit jacket, put it on Cheng Che, and dragged him out. "I have to fight with my uncle when I get home. What kind of brain circuit is it to send your own son to live in a mental hospital? He will make him sick even if he is not sick."
Cheng Che lowered his head, took two steps outside and then stopped.
Tang Muqing turned around, "What's wrong?"
"No shoes." Cheng Che looked down at the slippers on his feet, seeming a little aggrieved.
The slippers sold at the hospital store for ten yuan a pair were so soft and floppy that they didn’t even come with a pair of socks.
Tang Muching paused, turned his head to look at his assistant, and said without any politeness, "Take off your shoes."
assistant:……
This is not a question of taking off shoes, but a question of helping to pack the luggage for hospitalization and going through the procedures to get the medicine.
Did he go in slippers?