Ghost Hand laughed when he heard the other party using stiff international common language, and said: "My companion is sick, it might be food poisoning. Is there a doctor? Help us find a doctor, please? If anything goes wrong, it will delay the deal. You better report this situation quickly."
"Wait." The other party quickly agreed.
After Ghost Hand watched the person leave, he turned around to the room, pushed Luo Zheng inside, and said, "Brother, I need you to pretend to be sick, food poisoning or whatever, preferably in a coma. I'll handle the situation and see if there really is a doctor."
"Why ?" Luo Zheng smiled wryly.
"Because you're the lead negotiator this ti. If I'm sick, they might just send away. But if you're sick, they'll have to find soone to treat you in order to proceed with the deal. Please bear with , I'm asking you this as a favor. We have to figure out where the dical team is, otherwise we'll go back empty-handed and just be running errands for the jewelry company." Ghost Hand quickly explained.
"You're quite sharp, just like what I thought. But, I'm only pretending to have a stomachache. Is it necessary to make such a big scene?" Luo Zheng smiled wryly.
"Yes, it is. Otherwise, it won't be enough to get their attention. Stomachache can be treated in many simplistic ways, they might just give you so folk redies—that would be a problem. You need to act more serious, preferably food poisoning triggering other syndros that require a skilled doctor to treat." Ghost Hand quickly said.
"Alright, I'll follow your lead." Luo Zheng agreed helplessly, "You handle the situation, I'll go inside and lie down pretending to be sick." He said while heading inside, lying on the bed, covering himself with a blanket, holding his breath until his face turned red as if he had a high fever. Luo Zheng slowed his breathing, deliberately inducing hypoxia, soon feeling dizzy and headache, eyes blurred, limbs weak.
After a while, Luo Zheng felt nauseous, wanting to vomit, breathing shallow and weak, heart racing but feeble, knowing it's almost there, maintaining breathing speed and depth, keeping his body in a hypoxic state, dimly feeling soone approaching, he imdiately closed his eyes, leaving everything to Ghost Hand.
Ghost Hand led a group of people inside, Hariri at the front, shining a flashlight. The light fell on Luo Zheng's pale face, startling Ghost Hand, who hurriedly checked his forehead, then panicked, wondering if he's really sick. With a serious expression, he looked at Hariri and said in international common language: "After eating the food you provided, he turned out like this. He really is sensitive to your food, I warned you earlier, what now?"
Hariri gave Ghost Hand a nonchalant glance, signaling to soone beside him. The person quickly stepped forward to check, feeling his heartbeat, flipping his eyelids, looking serious. After a while, this person spoke to Hariri in a local language that Ghost Hand couldn't understand, patiently waiting.
After a while, Hariri looked at Ghost Hand and spoke in international common language: "If he falls ill, who among you would conduct the trade?"
"Sorry, no one can replace him to make any decision. Headquarters would cancel the trade knowing he suddenly got sick until the cause is clear or he personally explains." Ghost Hand secretly relieved, but showed a troubled face, blocking all retreat options.
Hariri furrowed his brows, deeply glanced at Ghost Hand, and said: "I'll arrange for a doctor soon, don't worry, just rest here." He said while turning and leaving, the others followed in a swarm out, the noisy room suddenly quieted down.
After escorting these people out, ensuring they wouldn't co back, Ghost Hand quickly returned to the inner room, just as Madela woke up, everyone gathered in Luo Zheng's room. Luo Zheng was panting heavily, absorbing oxygen, took a while to catch his breath. Ghost Hand worriedly asked: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just deliberately causing hypoxia." Luo Zheng said.
Ghost Hand felt a warmth in his heart and gratefully said: "Brother, sorry for putting you through this, consider owing you a favor. Once we rescue Yu Xin, if possible, let my son call you godfather."
"You're quite calculating, being a godfather requires a dowry, right? I'm not up for it." Luo Zheng joked, nodded at Madela, briefly explained the fake illness plan and added: "You two can't sleep, soone must keep watch. If anyone cos, alert imdiately so I can prepare."
"No problem, can't sleep anyway." Madela agreed, pointed outside, seeing Luo Zheng nod in understanding, turned and left to guard the door.
After waiting for about an hour, noise rose from outside, flashlight beams flickered, Luo Zheng guessed the doctor had arrived, quickly resud pretending to be sick. Ghost Hand hurriedly ca to the living room, opening the door, indeed seeing a group of ard personnel rushing, surrounding a white-robed doctor, the doctor was Caucasian.
Ghost Hand's heart sank seeing this scene, disappointnt filled his face, but couldn't retreat, just biting the bullet and acting. The ard personnel escorted the doctor inside, refusing Ghost Hand and Madela entry, worrying them.
The room was small, not all ard personnel entered, only a few followed to supervise the examination. The doctor seriously examined Luo Zheng's symptoms, appearing more serious, with questions in his eyes. After so thought, he said in international common language to one ard person: "He needs a well-ventilated environnt, also, I need to test his food for poisoning, this process takes ti and I lack equipnt."
"Tell what else you need, I'll arrange for it." The person saw the doctor suspecting poisoning, yet responded with a harsh expression, using hard-to-understand international common language.
The doctor listed a bunch of equipnt, the ard person imdiately summoned a few people, briefed them in local language, they agreed and swiftly left. The doctor calmly watched this scene, eyes fell on Luo Zheng with curiosity and suspicion, saying: "Open the window, or give him a spacious, dry, well-ventilated room."
Outside, Ghost Hand heard the doctor inside saying this, suddenly feeling puzzled, exchanged a glance with Madela, pondering. A vague feeling the doctor had discovered sothing, possibly supporting their side, secretly delighted, expectations rising, with the doctor's cooperation, these people wouldn't discern truth from falsehood, next developnt uncertain.
"What's the situation?" Hariri rushed over, glaring at the doctor angrily.
The doctor sowhat feared, turning his face away, stared at the feigned sick Luo Zheng, stubbornly said: "Suspected food poisoning led to complications. Not knowing this person's dical history, makes prescribing difficult, need tests but lack equipnt, already sent soone to get them."
"Is it serious?" Hariri only concerned whether trade could proceed.
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