HR Chapter 22

That’s just how this person is, even when he’s a gangster, he’s clean and refined. Not just him, any one of his subordinates could be picked out and considered an elite figure in a crowd. As the saying goes, a cowardly soldier has a cowardly squad, and a cowardly general has a cowardly army. Min Chu’s gang was an anomaly among gangsters, known on the streets for their refined demeanor.

Therefore, when Min Chu died, his subordinates didn’t rush up to beat him violently, nor did anyone hold a gun to his head demanding a life for a life.

Min Chu’s funeral was a grand affair, attended by many prominent figures. Even his enemies came to offer three incense sticks. The Blood Bats sent people to offer condolences, with a message: “Even heroes can’t resist the allure of beauty, what a pity.”

Min Jia, looking young and innocent, calmly said to Lu Qinyuan, “You killed my brother.”

In the past, Min Jia called him Second Brother, but from then on, Min Jia never called him Second Brother again.

Speaking of that time he dressed as a woman, he thought it was bought for some girl. Later, he found out it was bought for his younger brother, Min Jia. Min Chu had always wanted a younger sister, but unfortunately, his mother’s womb delivered a younger brother. Min Chu liked him very much, so he raised his younger brother as a girl. From kindergarten to elementary school, he was dressed as a girl, until junior high school when his younger brother was allowed to revert to being a boy. However, privately, to satisfy his brother’s perverse tastes, Min Jia still occasionally played the role of a sister.

Min Jia now keeps those women’s clothes as treasures at the bottom of his trunk, never wearing them again. In his heart, perhaps only Min Chu was worthy of seeing him in women’s clothes.

Lu Qinyuan pinched his brow and rubbed it. That was the time he cried the most. Min Jia was right, ultimately, he was the one who harmed Min Chu.

Min Chu and Xiao Qi didn’t resemble each other at all. What attracted him to Xiao Qi in the beginning must have been the tranquility and peace he exuded when he was asleep, which was very similar to the feeling Min Chu gave him when he was asleep. However, when Xiao Qi opened his eyes, that tranquility and peace were completely shattered. Lu Qinyuan both liked and hated those beautiful eyes, lost and Lost, until his whole heart was Fall.

Late at night, when everyone was quiet, Lu Qinyuan often thought with guilt, was it that Min Chu didn’t want to see him continue to be alone, and sent Xiao Qi to his side?

The light breeze after the rain carried coolness as it traveled through the long, dark night. A few dim stars sparsely dotted the deep night sky. Lu Qinyuan glanced at his watch, it was already three in the morning. Unknowingly, a night had passed, and dawn would be the time when Xiao Qi woke up.

As the morning light dawned, Qi Yue turned off the bright incandescent light that had been on all night and walked out of the medical room with a stack of documents. In just one night, a layer of Blue stubble had grown on Qi Yue’s clean-shaven chin, but his eyes were sparkling and full of energy, showing no signs of staying up all night. His steps seemed light and cheerful, and he even issue from his throat.

When he arrived at the study, Qi Yue adjusted his facial expression, putting on a bit of heaviness. He raised his hand and gently knocked twice, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Thick curtains blocked the bright and sunny morning light outside, making the room as dark and lonely as the moment night fell. Qi Yue’s eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and he accurately found Lu Qinyuan sitting on the sofa in front of the window. He walked over and stopped, standing still.

He knew that Min Jia must have brought up his deceased older brother, otherwise, Lu Qinyuan wouldn’t be so sad. Qi Yue felt a little sorry for Lu Qinyuan. He couldn’t quite bring himself to talk about Xiao Qi’s matter. He was actually regretting it now. Curiosity killed the cat, and it was killing him too.

After a long time, the shadow on the sofa moved, and Lu Qinyuan’s voice was filled with fatigue, “How is it?”

Qi Yue stepped forward, pulled open the curtains, pointed to the documents in his hand, and said with a smile, “I’ve always been curious about what kind of experiment was performed on Xiao Qi that could drive Si Chengwan completely crazy. Now that I know and understand, I’m a little happy and also sad. It would be great if it could succeed.”

Lu Qinyuan said, “Didn’t realize Dr. Qi had the heart of a Bodhisattva.”

Qi Yue put away that bit of hypocritical sorrow and said bluntly, “There’s a reason why people talk about the dream of immortality, and that’s because it hasn’t been achieved yet. Xiao Qi seems to have maintained an ageless state, but immortality is not certain. He’ll die if there are natural disasters or man-made calamities. How can he be immortal? I’m not cursing him, these are objective factors that are impossible to avoid.”

“With me, there are no objective factors,” Lu Qinyuan stood up. “When will he wake up?”

Qi Yue tapped the documents lightly with his finger, thought for a moment and said, “Prepare breakfast and wait. It won’t be too long. I’m going to find Jia Jia.”

The estazolam pills used for the setup were Qi Yue’s enhanced version, many times stronger than what’s on the market. Xiao Qi only drank one cup and still slept for half the night. Min Jia drank so much, he’s still sleeping soundly, half of his face buried in the pillow, revealing slightly red and swollen eyes. Qi Yue touched Min Jia’s cheeks and sighed slightly, pulled out his wrist, placed two fingers on his pulse, and after a moment, released it and climbed onto the bed.

Qi Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The joy of glimpsing the true meaning of immortality faded, replaced by shock. Behind the facade, he didn’t know how many lives were used to build it. It was terrifying that doctors, while saving lives and healing the wounded, became executioners with licensed permits.

Si Chengwan was a genius, but also a madman.

The son of a madman is bound to be a little madman.

The little madman woke up once in the middle, quietly watching Qi Yue fiddling with him, inserting thin needles into the back of his hand. He looked up at the liquid dripping from the small gourd, silently counting in his heart. When he counted to seven thousand three hundred and five, the little madman himself asked Qi Yue to add a sleep aid.

When pushing the medicine in, Qi Yue felt inexplicably guilty, so he reduced the dosage, hoping that Xiao Qi would wake up sooner rather than later.

However, the dosage was not accurate enough, or Xiao Qi’s sensitivity to sleeping pills was different from ordinary people. As soon as Qi Yue left, Xiao Qi opened his eyes, slightly rolling his eyeballs to examine his surroundings. White walls, white curtains, white sunlight, white clouds, a scene of mourning filled his eyes, constantly reminding him that he was just a little white mouse to be slaughtered.

The spot where he was pricked by the needle still seemed to retain the sharp pain of the needle tip. Xiao Qi propped himself up and sat up, pulling up his sleeves. A small red needle mark on his slender white arm was particularly glaring. Xiao Qi’s pale, almost white lips were tightly pursed. His pale fingers covered the spot, slowly tightening little by little, with a force that almost tore the flesh off his arm.

“Xiao Qi, what are you doing!” Lu Qinyuan opened the door and saw a scene that shocked him. The not-so-sharp fingernails had already pierced the skin, and bright red blood slowly slid down his fair arm.

“Stop!” Xiao Qi suddenly turned his head, a layer of Shade covering his light gray eyes, but he smiled as he spoke, his tone firm, “Stand there and watch, don’t move!”

Lu Qinyuan nodded, stood there without moving, his face expressionless but his eyes fixed on Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi got out of bed barefoot, dragging the IV stand a few steps with one hand. He turned his head and smiled at Lu Qinyuan, then suddenly swung the IV stand and smashed it into the instrument in front of him.

With a crash, it seemed like something else shattered along with it.

Xiao Qi’s movements were not frantic or hurried. Each movement was very slow, slow but continuous, each movement was very forceful, with a force of a thousand pounds, and each movement was very accurate, never missing. Like a craftsman holding a hammer and chisel, carefully Carving a cherished work of art, using his heart to ponder how to carve out a soul, making the work richer in life.

The shattered glass on the ground cut Xiao Qi’s feet, leaving bright red bloody footprints on the smooth floor. Where he stood for a long time, pools of blood soaked into small puddles. He didn’t seem to feel any pain. He smashed everything that could be smashed in the medical room, threw away the IV stand, clapped his hands, and exhaled a long breath.

After he finished venting his anger, Lu Qinyuan said, “You’re very angry.”

Xiao Qi retorted, “Is being angry useful? Haven’t you already done everything you needed to do?”

“I’m very angry now too,” Lu Qinyuan pointed to the bed and said, “Sit down, I’ll pick out the glass shards for you.”

Seeing that Xiao Qi was standing still, Lu Qinyuan shouted outside, “Tell that quack doctor to get over here and give Xiao Qi a thorough examination from head to toe again.”

Hearing someone respond outside, Xiao Qi’s heart tightened. He ran back to the bed in a few steps and sat down, staring nervously at Lu Qinyuan, his big pupils 后 uncontrollably.

Lu Qinyuan chuckled, took clean water to clean the blood around the wound, and, holding tweezers, held Xiao Qi’s foot in one hand to clean the glass shards out of the wound. Some of the wounds were very deep, probably deepened while walking. Lu Qinyuan lowered his head, his expression cold and solemn, his movements gentle and careful.

Xiao Qi supported himself with both hands behind him, leaning back slightly, pursing his lips without saying a word, but his feet convulsed from time to time due to the pain. Lu Qinyuan held his ankle with one hand, gently chiding, “Don’t move!” But he slowed down his movements, although he didn’t let up with his words, “You know it hurts too. Without my permission, you damaged my property without authorization, you should be punished.”

“Be gentle, it hurts so much!” Xiao Qi sat up, frowning and complaining, his voice muffled. Lu Qinyuan glared at him, and Poke a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant on Xiao Qi’s wound. The burning pain instantly scorched his sensory nerves. Xiao Qi sucked in a breath of pain, tears almost falling down. His hands, placed on his sides, grabbed the white sheets, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. It seemed that it hurt a lot, but his bones were hard, and he didn’t cry out in pain.

“Remember I said I’d introduce you to someone?” Lu Qinyuan sped up his movements, speaking in a leisurely tone, as if chatting casually, “The next few days will be a good opportunity, just in time for the injury on your foot to heal.”

After wiping the medicine, Lu Qinyuan wrapped Xiao Qi’s feet in gauze like dumplings, ignoring Xiao Qi’s objections and carrying him to the dining room. Breakfast had already been laid out on the table, but there was no one there. Only a servant was guarding the side, and when she saw Lu Qinyuan, she relayed the message, “The gentlemen said they have something to do today and won’t be eating at home. Please eat first.”

Lu Qinyuan let Xiao Qi sit down, waved for the servant to leave.

The breakfast was very rich, with a mix of Chinese and Western dishes filling the table. There were several dishes that were not usually made, and there were no less than five kinds of drinks alone.

But among the table of delicacies, only a plate of chestnut pastries suited Xiao Qi’s appetite, arranged in the shape of blooming flowers, with vegetable leaves used to decorate the edges of the plate, but it was placed far away on the opposite side of him, so he could only look but not eat.