After Xin Zhu visited the sanatorium, he was listless for several days and didn’t play gas.
Chuzheng tried to ’coax’ him for a while, but seeing no effect, she gave up.
She’s very busy, where can she find ti to coax him every day?
Xin Zhu managed to survive in such an environnt, without being driven crazy; he was just down for a few days.
Chuzheng pushed open the door to Xin Zhu’s bedroom, and it was completely dark inside.
Chuzheng groped her way through the darkness, stood by the bed, and looked at the lump on the bed: "Hand over your phone."
No one responded to her in the darkness.
Chuzheng: "..."
"Xin Zhu!"
Staying up late at night, hiding to play gas, do you have a death wish!
Xin Zhu responded not at all, and Chuzheng blew air silently.
Fine!
I can’t handle you, can I!!
She directly lifted the covers and lay down, startling Xin Zhu into sitting up: "What... what are you doing?"
"Keeping you company." Let’s see how you play gas!
Xin Zhu: "..."
"I’m not playing anymore." Xin Zhu admitted defeat and handed over his phone obediently.
"Too late." Chuzheng lay still: "From now on, I’ll sleep here."
Playing gas secretly as soon as I’m not watching, this is intolerable.
Xin Zhu panicked: "But, we... how can we... this isn’t right... You should go back to your room..."
Chuzheng couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, pulled him back, and roughly wrapped him into a cocoon with the duvet.
"I don’t..."
"Shut up."
"But..."
Chuzheng clapped her hand over Xin Zhu’s face, threatening fiercely: "Be quiet." I’m so tired, getting up in the middle of the night, is it easy for ?! Understand a bit, will you!
Xin Zhu: "..."
Xin Zhu finally rescued his face, why is she like this!!
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At night, Xin Zhu didn’t dare play gas anymore, but Chuzheng still continued to sleep in his room, and from being initially uncomfortable, he’d gradually gotten used to it.
After finishing a check-up, Xin Zhu didn’t leave imdiately but looked at the doctor.
The doctor felt a bit uncomfortable with his gaze, coughed: "Mr. Xin, is there anything else you’d like to ask?"
"My illness... is there any hope for it?"
"Mr. Xin, rest assured, there’s no big problem." The doctor smiled reassuringly: "As long as you rest well, you’ll soon recover your health."
The doctor had been instructed by Chuzheng not to say anything to Xin Zhu, so he couldn’t get any information out of him.
Watching Xin Zhu leave, the doctor sighed.
When the report ca out, the doctor took it to Chuzheng to report.
Aside from the tumor in Xin Zhu’s brain, everything else was healthy, no issues.
"Miss Liu, there’s one more thing."
"Speak."
"I’ve discovered... Mr. Xin’s blood has a reparative effect."
Chuzheng paused in flipping through the reports: "aning?"
The doctor answered cautiously: "aning Mr. Xin’s blood can prolong a person’s lifespan or repair certain cellular diseases. This is just a preliminary discovery."
The room suddenly fell silent.
The doctor felt chills running down his spine, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
After a long while, the girl’s voice quietly sounded: "I need you to sign a lifeti agreent again."
The doctor: "..."
"An annual salary in the millions, with house property given, choose whichever car you like, research funding without limit, bonuses and holidays counted separately."
The doctor: "!!!!"
"The only requirent, this must stay a secret, not a word to anyone, including those close to you. If a single word gets out, neither you nor your family will be spared."
The doctor: "!!!!"
If I don’t agree now, you won’t spare either?
Thinking of that assistant... how could the doctor refuse?
After signing the new agreent, the doctor hurriedly left.
Chuzheng sat alone on the sofa, motionless for a long ti.
Will Xin Zhu turn out like those people...
But from the current situation, he shows no abnormalities.
Why is it different?
Chuzheng put the report away and went upstairs to find Xin Zhu.
Xin Zhu was sitting on the terrace, holding a guitar, slowly strumming it, the sound was... hard to describe.
But Xin Zhu was playing earnestly, so Chuzheng didn’t interrupt him.
"Sigh..."
Xin Zhu pressed on the guitar, resting his chin on its side panel.
"Do you like playing the guitar?"
Xin Zhu was startled, his face slightly flushed: "Did you hear?"
When did she co!
"Mm, if you like it, I’ll hire you a teacher."
"No... no need." Xin Zhu shook his head, put the guitar down: "I don’t have that talent."
"Liking sothing and having a talent for it aren’t conflicting."
"Uh..." Xin Zhu changed the topic: "Did you need sothing from ?"
Chuzheng rembered the main subject and asked him: "Have you ever eaten the leaves of that tree?"
That tree, Chuzheng didn’t need to na it, Xin Zhu knew which one.
He shook his head: "No."
No... but those few people should have eaten, so the changes in Xin Zhu’s body aren’t because of that tree?
Also not correct.
He was scratched by that tree.
Maybe ingesting is more serious, while being scratched might not cause a big problem but provide benefits instead?
Xin Zhu: "Is there a problem?"
"No problem." Chuzheng touched his head, regardless of the reason, as long as his health was fine.
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The next day Chuzheng got Xin Zhu a teacher, Xin Zhu hadn’t expected Chuzheng’s swift action.
But he really did like playing the guitar, lacking talent but being earnest, the teacher, paid handsoly, taught with great patience.
"Hey Chu, listen to play the guitar?"
Xin Zhu, after practicing for several days, eagerly went to find Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: "!!"
Chuzheng glanced at the doctor, stood up calmly: "I have so things to discuss with the doctor, I’ll listen later."
She gave the doctor a signal and quickly fled.
Xin Zhu: "..."
In the evening.
Chuzheng went back to the room, Xin Zhu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, as she entered, he imdiately said: "I’ve improved a lot from before, carry on listening."
His tone was soft, like he was pleading.
Chuzheng: "..."
Not very willing.
My own Good Person Card, I shall pamper myself.
Chuzheng nodded reluctantly, and Xin Zhu imdiately brightened his face, quickly grabbed his guitar.
Chuzheng: "..."
Oh, I’m having such a hard ti.
The improvent Xin Zhu ntioned, was probably moving from preschool beginner class to preschool interdiate class.
Chuzheng sowhat regretted it.
"How was it?"
"Not bad." She really couldn’t say the words "sounds good," Chuzheng took the guitar away and placed it sowhere Xin Zhu couldn’t reach.
"It doesn’t sound good, does it?" Xin Zhu noticed Chuzheng’s perfunctory reply, and his face fell.
"Go to sleep early."
"I’ll study hard."
"Mm."
True to his word, Xin Zhu stopped playing gas altogether, he began earnestly studying the guitar, his progress could be described as lightning fast.
Chuzheng didn’t let Xin Zhu go out, fearing he’d be taken away by soone outside.
Xin Zhu used to be accustod to being alone, he didn’t mind; Chuzheng accompanying him every day already made him very happy.
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