In the hot spring pool of the Nanhua District Chamber of Commerce, Yu Ye and her senior sister Jiang Chen were leisurely soaking in the hot spring, learning how to use the thunder patterns in their bodies.
This rare and relaxing time was unexpectedly interrupted by a phone call from Qian Feng.
With Yu Ye's words, Senior Sister Jiang Chen almost blew out the entire hot spring pool.
"Yuye, what's going on? What's wrong with master?"
Yu Ye summarized in detail based on the content of Qian Feng’s phone call just now:
"Qian Feng was assassinated, and Master came to rescue him. Although he successfully rescued Qian Feng, he was injured and poisoned and fell into coma."
Jiang Chen didn't care that most of the hot spring water was blown out by himself. He didn't have any hair on his body and asked closely:
"Did you tell me about Master's specific situation?"
"It is said that Master was hit by LSD, but he still hasn't woken up."
"Walk!"
I don't know if it's because of the shadow left by leaving the Huangcheng cave, but now Jiang Chen doesn't dare to delay any more regarding his master.
Chi Ye: Hurry, hurry up, hurry up!
Yu Ye: This is the first time I see you so worried about Master.
Chi Ye: What are you talking about! Am I not the disciple accepted by Master? But to be honest, I'm more worried about Master being unconscious and sleeping in someone else's bed. If Qian Feng takes the initiative, just wait and cry.
Yu Ye: Stop fooling around. How can you still have such leisure after being assassinated?
Chiye: Don’t you watch TV series? Doesn't that kind of thing always happen next to the fire in a ruined temple after a hero saves a beauty?
Yu Ye: I don’t believe it.
"Sister, I know a shortcut!"
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Ji Qinglin yawned and slowly opened his eyes.
Although the surroundings are a bit unfamiliar, they are still very real at least. It is probably not that kind of strange dream.
But now I really hope to have that kind of dream, which can at least guide me to retrieve some more memories of the past.
If I remember correctly, I should have fainted shortly after saving Qian Feng.
That bastard actually put poison in the laser cutting mine! It's so despicable.
I’ve learned, I’ll give it a try next time.
In that case, this should be it?
The mattress beneath me was warm and soft, and the quilt covering it had a faint floral fragrance, but it still didn't feel as comfortable as the hard floor where I usually slept.
The interior decoration and furnishings of the large lounge are mostly pure white with occasional hints of light pink.
Uncle Mo shouldn't be so sullen, he's most likely Qian Feng in the lounge at the headquarters of Sihai Trading Group.
A supervisor can't take up such a big space, so it seems that my guess is fine.
Thinking of Ji Qinglin slowly getting up and stretching his muscles, although he still felt a little weak, his energy had basically recovered and the wound on his arm had been bandaged properly.
As for Qian Feng, he is probably busy with meetings or other company affairs. After all, he has inherited such a big industry.
Ji Qinglin moved his muscles and looked around.
After all, it can be considered a girl's boudoir.
As a gentleman, it is a rare opportunity to come in and it would be a shame not to take a closer look.
Sure enough, a major discovery was made soon. There was a sketch covered by a book on the desk next to him. It looked like it was a recently completed work.
The man in the sketch looks handsome, but his smile is very artificial and flat. The overall quality of the painting is very high, so this shameless smile is obviously drawn on purpose.
Are you so insignificant? Qian Feng definitely wore colored glasses when he painted himself.
What's even more strange is that the sketch shows all the poke marks on his face, as if someone was practicing drawing strokes on his face. It seems that he has a lot of resentment towards himself.
Ji Qinglin didn't think much about it. When he stuffed the sketch back, he found that there was a gap in the bottom drawer of his right hand, and the word "picture album" could be vaguely seen.
The words themselves were nothing, but the slightly yellowed paper made Ji Qinglin feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Oddly, he slowly opened the drawer, and a familiar book came into view:
"Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Postures and Confused Picture Album"
Hiss, here it is! No wonder I searched so many times but couldn't find it when I left the old courtyard!
Qian Feng’s little hands are not very clean.
When you open the small album, you can see some simple sketches and comments:
"Unsightly!"
"Big shock!"
"Reluctantly accepted."
Some even drew pictures of little faces of fear.
Needless to say, this rigorous attitude towards learning is very correct.
Ji Qinglin picked up the mini album and sat by the bed, contemplating the contents, when he suddenly heard movement at the door.
Afraid that this embarrassing scene would be discovered, Ji Qinglin quickly lay down and pretended to be unconscious, thinking of putting the album back after the visitor left.
Unexpectedly, the person who came in was Qian Feng, holding a bowl of Chinese medicine that had been boiled at high speed.
It turned out that the medical staff said that he would wake up soon after the injection, but it still had no effect. He called Yu Ye and reported the details. It could be heard that Yu Ye was also very anxious and he would probably come here soon.
Qian Feng had no choice but to ask the medical team to think of another way. Since he had already received an injection, the medical team suggested taking some tonic medicine to speed up blood flow to assist, so he gave him a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, hoping that it would help Ji Qinglin. Wake up early.
Qian Feng came to Ji Qinglin with the decoction. Seeing that he had no intention of waking up, he didn't waste time. He picked up a small spoon and prepared to slowly put it into Ji Qinglin's mouth.
Ji Qinglin originally wanted to pretend that he had just woken up, but he didn't expect that Qian Feng even skipped the step of checking and poured medicine into his mouth.
He didn't know what the soup was for, so he gritted his teeth and failed to let Qian Feng successfully deliver the medicine.
Nangong Qianfeng was a little confused, wondering why Ji Qinglin was clenching his teeth. Could it be that he was poisoned by something else? But the medical team has checked and there are no other problems.
Or are you gritting your teeth because of the pain in your body? It is indeed possible.
If this method doesn't work, he can only think of other methods. Qian Feng looked at the medicine bowl and hesitated a little.
Isn't that appropriate? never mind! Doctors don't be afraid, but follow the authority when it's urgent!
Thinking about it, Qian Feng picked up the medicine bowl and took a big sip, then decisively leaned over and came closer.
Ji Qinglin, who was squinting his eyes secretly, saw this posture and clenched his hands tightly under the quilt, saying in his heart that he didn't see it, Qian Feng, you are really brave!
But since he was awake, there was no need to drink medicine, so as soon as Qian Feng came closer, Ji Qinglin opened his eyes.
Qian Feng, who looked at each other and puffed out his cheeks like a little hamster, was so frightened that he choked himself.
Phew——cough cough cough——
A mouthful of concoction was sprayed directly on Ji Qinglin's face, followed by a sharp cough.
Ji Qinglin quickly stood up and helped gently tap Qian Feng on the back, not forgetting to tease:
"Sihai Trading is indeed a big company, and the drugs used to wake people up are all Chinese medicine."
Seeing Ji Qinglin wake up, Qian Feng finally let go of his hanging heart. He ignored the joke and coughed lightly:
"Ahem, cough, cough, when did you wake up?"
"Just before you came in, you didn't dare to say anything because you didn't know what the situation was. How could you know that when you came up, you poured medicine and prepared your mouth?"
Qian Feng frowned and interrupted, pretending to be serious:
"Doctor Wuji, I just wanted you to wake up as soon as possible!"
After saying that, he took out the tissue and helped wipe the concoction on Ji Qinglin's face while asking:
"How do you feel now? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"Except for the slight pain in my gums when you poked me with a spoon just now, I should be almost recovered."
As Ji Qinglin was about to get up, he had guessed that Ji Qinglin was seriously injured. Qian Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him:
"You just love to show off. Since you're already in a coma, you'd better recuperate here with me. I've already contacted Yu Ye, and I'll send her a message to tell her that you've woken up."
Ji Qinglin did not refuse forcefully, but after lying back on the bed, he still asked in a low voice:
"Is it really okay to lie down in the lounge like you, the young director? Are you not afraid of people in the group gossiping?"
Nangong Qianfeng was stunned when he heard this, but he had no intention of continuing to hide it from Ji Qinglin. He narrowed his red eyes slightly and said:
"When did you discover my identity?"
"Actually, I've had my doubts since my first visit, but I just confirmed it today."
"Sorry, I didn't use my real identity before, mainly because"
"Considering personal safety, I understand."
Ji Qinglin almost lost his life because of his identity, so Ji Qinglin understood it so lightly, which made him feel even more sorry.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Ha, as long as Young Young Master doesn't mind being frivolous before I do it, that's fine."
"Wait a minute, that means you already know my identity. I didn't think you had any scruples when I was frivolous before!"
"At that time, don't be surprised if you don't know. Well, let me find another place to rest. Your young director's lounge is really too private. It would be inappropriate if you see something."
Nangong Qianfeng said grandly:
"I'm not like you who keep all the dirty little secrets here. It's all business here, and there are no secrets worth paying special attention to."
Ji Qinglin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded and said:
"If you say that, I'll be relieved."
He took out a small picture album from the quilt. When Nangong Qianfeng saw "Yin Yang Dual Cultivation Mini Picture Album" in Ji Qinglin's hand, a pair of red eyes almost popped out.
"Where are you from?"
"I got it from an unclosed drawer. I felt quite guilty at first, but now that Young Director said it's not a secret, I feel relieved."
As he said this, he pretended to be relaxed and opened the picture album. Nangong Qianfeng thought to himself that if he saw her comments in it, how could she be so hard in front of him in the future?
He hurried forward to fight and said:
"Give it to me quickly!"
Relying on the advantage of his wingspan on the bed, Ji Qinglin just held the album behind him. Although he didn't ask for anything this time, he still showed a wicked smile and said:
"Young Master, these are all signed by you. You don't want others to know that you have studied this kind of album seriously, right?"
Nangong Qianfeng was so angry that her face turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"Ji Qinglin! After all, he is also the master of the Chamber of Commerce! Why don't you come up with this trick?"
Thank you for your reading and support! (What a novel trick~)
(End of chapter)
