GBT Chapter 91

Chapter 81

On the evening of September 8th, after dinner, the freshmen of West City Medical University were doing military training. They were wearing camouflage uniforms with a slightly sweaty smell, and their youthful faces were full of the enthusiasm left by the unrestrained sunshine. Various insoles were stuffed into their military shoes, just to make the soles of their feet less sore.

The night breeze was cool, and the camphor tree leaves outside the playground rustled.

The officer was calling out commands. Starting from the first row, the freshmen raised their immature necks, opened their throats full of watermelon frost and throat lozenges, and shouted numbers loudly.

At this moment, one of their fellow students was in the operating room undergoing emergency treatment.

X Hospital.

All the top medical personnel in South City’s hospitals who didn’t have scheduled surgeries at this time were gathered here, standing in front of an operating table.

Those from West City were also on their way, arriving on Qi family’s private plane.

This rescue was a battle for both the people inside and outside the operating room.

The critical illness notice was issued, and a family member needed to sign it.

Zhang Zhen staggered forward, his beard unshaven. A hand holding a pen was in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to punch and snatch the pen, but when he met Qi Yi Liao’s tired gaze, he lowered his raised fist, neurotically gasped a few times, and let out a defensive growl from his throat.

His brother’s car exploded in front of his eyes. He was held back by his brothers and couldn’t rush in. He watched the car burn completely. He collapsed and locked himself up, going crazy. Later, he learned that his brother was not dead, but several brothers who had been with him for many years and had gone through life and death situations were Shen family’s spies. They united to betray him. This series of events gave him post-traumatic stress disorder. His drawer contained a medical record, his phone had the phone number of a psychologist, and his pocket contained medication.

It was okay as long as it didn’t involve anything related to Jiao Bai, but once it was related to Jiao Bai, his vigilance would become abnormal, making it difficult to trust people.

Zhang Zhen’s tall body was anxiously bowed, the arc of his back fluctuating erratically.

Qi Yi Liao turned the pen between his fingers and pointed it towards him.

Zhang Zhen glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s pale face. He paused, took two deep breaths, and backed away.

Qi Yi Liao didn’t say anything more. He quickly signed the document and handed the pen to the medical staff, his breath tinged with a fishy sweetness.

The medical staff didn’t leave. She took out an item: “Qi Lord, this is what we took out of the patient’s hand. He was clenching it tightly, his finger bones were stiff in that bent position, and there were several severe bruises on his palm…”

It was a Buddha Card, the tracker box was very clean, but the gaps in the corners were very dirty. There was hardened mud and dried bloodstains.

Qi Yi Liao took the Buddha Card from the medical staff and rubbed it a few times. The phone in his trouser pocket rang, and he went to the washroom to answer it.

The passing nurses took a few more glances.

They had never seen a big shot wear worn-out leather shoes. The toe of the shoe was deformed, and there were two holes pierced by something sharp, as if it had suffered a violent impact not long ago.

The knees of his trousers and the elbows of his shirt were also very dirty, as if he had fallen on the ground.

The big shot had too good of an aura. He didn’t look sloppy, but instead showed humanity. The traces on his body were a silent but sensational proof of his transformation from a god to a mortal.

——He tasted the flavors of the human world and, from then on, had emotions and desires.

In the washroom, Qi Yi Liao held the phone in one hand and touched the Buddha Card in the other. He asked the person on the other end of the phone, his voice hoarse, “What is it?”

“Uncle Qi, is Jiao Bai awake?” Shen Er An’s voice was very soft. Like a child waking up from a nightmare asking an adult, “The dreams are all fake, right?”

“Still in surgery,” Qi Yi Liao said.

There was a faint sound of pain from Shen Er An’s end, mixed with the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting flesh and bones.

“Hatred is important, but it’s not the most important thing,” Qi Yi Liao said calmly, “Once the position is reversed, life will fall into a strange circle.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, bent over, and reached for the faucet in front of the sink.

A stream of cold water flowed down, through his sticky red palm, and into the gaps between his fingers.

Red bloody water disappeared into the drain.

Gradually clearing.

Qi Yi Liao cupped the water and washed his face, washing it again and again. The speed of blood flow throughout his body not only didn’t decrease, but became faster. His blood vessels were about to burst.

Control…

Control… Control…

Don’t be anxious. Some things are more important than others. Right now, he needed to control himself, wait for the result, wait for a miracle.

“Control,” Qi Yi Liao’s forehead bulged with veins, and the veins on his neck were also throbbing one by one, his expression terrifying.

“Pa ta”

A drop of water dripped from Qi Yi Liao’s jaw and landed on the damp ground. His two cold white hands pressed against the counter, the knuckles of his fingers holding the Buddha Card protruding.

“Must live…”

After a long while, a complex sigh echoed in the washroom, “Live on.”

On the other end, Shen Er An was hung up. He stood there, Qi Yi Liao’s words in his mind. It seemed like he left a space to put them, but it was as if he hadn’t. Heard and forgotten.

Not far away, a one-sided beating was taking place. The person who was hung up was covered in blood, but not fatally injured. He couldn’t die. Qi Yi Liao and Zhang Zhen hadn’t come to see him yet. He had to live, live for a long time.

Shen Er An just watched like that.

Shen Ji’s head was thrown back from a punch, and he slumped forward weakly. A large amount of bloody water poured out of his mouth and nose. He slowly raised his drooping blood-red eyebrows and looked at Shen Er An.

There was mockery in his eyes.

The old wolf king said to the little wolf, “Your cold-bloodedness, violence, and cruelty are all my genes. The current you have already walked onto my path.”

“Congratulations on growing up, my son.”

“Bang.”

A bullet cut through the sharp void and hit Shen Ji’s right forearm.

The gunshot stopped the beating.

The several young talents present all turned their heads and looked at their master.

Shen Er An put down the gun: “Treat him.”

The gaze behind him was still there, piercingly disgusting and refusing to let him go.

The voice in that gaze was saying: “Last year you mocked me for killing my mother, this year you kill your father. What’s the difference between you and me?”

There was a difference. Shen Er An walked out of the basement, stood under the night sky, and looked down at his hands.

Tan Jun sat by the flower bed, his gaze cast over, looking through him at an old friend.

“Er An, are you blaming me for stopping you?” Tan Jun took out an old-fashioned watch from his pocket. It had stopped running. He wiped the dial with a handkerchief. “In that situation, I couldn’t not stop you.”

The shadows of the trees swayed on Tan Jun’s thin figure. He sat there, as if in another era, vast and desolate.

“Besides, we are human, not gods. There are too many powerlessness, helplessness, and irresistible forces.”

Tan Jun laid out the cruel reality: “You rushing up impulsively won’t save him. You will fall with him, nothing more.”

“Even if the cushion doesn’t catch him, you have to cheer up,” Tan Jun’s smile flashed by, “When you’re dead, you’re just a gradually cooling corpse. When you’re alive, you can do many things.”

Shen Er An was silent for a moment: “My considerations are more comprehensive than others.”

“You’re still young.” Tan Jun got up from the flower bed. “Give you ten years, your achievements will be above that of the Qi family.”

Shen Er An had a moment of daze.

“When you reach your father’s age, you will stand even higher than him.”

Last year at Shang Ming Garden, Jiao Bai had told him this.

At that time, he had asked Jiao Bai the reason in confusion, and also said that he didn’t like doing business.

Now, because of the grievances of the previous generation and the entanglements of this generation, he had stepped into the business world and been stained with some things.

Shen Er An pressed his head with gauze.

Tan Jun frowned: “The fragments in your head haven’t been completely removed. You should go back to the hospital and lie down. The next surgery time cannot be postponed.”

Shen Er An said abruptly: “I want to fold, dragonflies.”

Tan Jun was stunned. He was about to take the colored paper out of the other pocket when Shen Er An had already left.

Shen Er An walked while looking at the moon.

It felt like going back to his childhood, to the days in Cheng Mountain, as if there was a hint of tea fragrance in his breath.

Mother, I will do everything in my power to avenge you and grandma.

I will use my future life to bring down the Cen family.

I will do as you wish.

I only ask you to bless my friend Jiao Bai, peace, health, and no more suffering.

It was midnight, and the surgery was still going on.

The experts from West City had all arrived. They prepared themselves and joined in.

The AB blood type in the blood bank was sufficient, minimizing the possibility of other risks occurring.

Zhang Zhen stared at the red light outside the operating room, chewing on a pill that tasted like bitter bile, but he didn’t feel any discomfort.

Qi Yi Liao, after hanging up a phone call, dialed another number: “Karen, where are you?”

Karen was at a gas station: “Almost there.” He was originally on vacation in the mountains, ran into his ex-girlfriend and hooked up. He bailed mid-way through, and his ex-girlfriend cursed and gave him two high heels, leaving a pair of big bumps on his head that hadn’t gone down yet.

How comical.

Karen rested one hand on the car window, propping up his head to drive. The wind messed up his hair. He thought of the four priceless bottles of wine, and of his caring little brother. He glanced at his medicine cabinet. Not comical, because how else could it be called life.

“Qi Lord,” Karen called the owner of the wine cellar, with some respect, “I’ve read your child’s medical report. Even if I go, there’s no 100% guarantee. I can only say, do my best.”

Qi Yi Liao’s throat moved: “Come over first.”

Finally, he said: “He hasn’t given up yet.”

“He’s a strong kid with an admirable belief. He’s maximizing the meaning of his small life,” Qi Yi Liao sighed lightly. “At the end of last year and the beginning of this year, he escaped from the hands of the god of death.”

Karen laughed: “That’s really amazing.”

“May he once again create a miracle,” Karen turned the steering wheel. “I will do my best to help him succeed.”

Qi Yi Liao threw the phone on the chair beside him and leaned against the wall, his face full of fatigue.

Chen Yiming showed up at this time, his coat draped over his forearm, holding a flashlight in his hand.

Small, clean, emitting the fragrance of osmanthus, having been washed.

The bloodstains were meaningless.

Its existence was proof of Jiao Bai’s cleverness and decisiveness.

“Chairman Qi,” Chen Yiming called out, “This is what Bai Shao used to create the lacerations…”

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of fishy wind attacked from the left. His collar was grabbed, and the force slammed him against the wall, his back hurting as if his bones were broken.

“Zhang Zhen, I was the one who revealed the location where Bai Shao was imprisoned,” Chen Yiming declared his position before Zhang Zhen beat him to death. “I defected. I have a cooperative relationship with Bai Shao.”

Zhang Zhen’s rationality knew this, but emotionally he couldn’t accept it. He gave Chen Yiming two punches.

Chen Yiming didn’t dodge and took the hits.

In the past, he relied on being the most trusted lackey of the chairman of the Shen Corporation and was superior to others. Many families were ruined by his hands. Now, looking back at the years of helping a tyrant, he was speechless, only hoping that God would show mercy, considering that he had once done things under orders, but now he had turned back to the shore.

Zhang Zhen threw Chen Yiming away and snatched the flashlight, his eyebrows furrowed, his cracked lips trembling slightly.

Bai Bai suffered so much. What could God give him? Zhang Zhen couldn’t think of anything.

Zhang Zhen gave the flashlight to his Third Brother. He asked his doubts, seeking an explanation.

Qi Yi Liao held the flashlight and pressed his thumb on it: “This has to be asked of God. However, over time, you can also see the rewards that God gives him.”

“Fate is unfair.” Zhang Zhen didn’t accept this explanation.

“Indeed,” Qi Yi Liao said, “But the chances of a person whose life shines brightly and resiliently being seen and favored by the god of fate are slightly greater than those of a person whose life is dark and withered.”

“Xiao Bai once said to me, ‘If a person has no ideas, then it’s not called living’,” Qi Yi Liao got up. “Perhaps his ideas are what we need to understand. We and him still have a distance to go.”

He used “we” instead of “you.”

Qi Yi Liao walked away with the flashlight. The darkness around him faded a layer, and the world regained a little light.

Zhang Zhen continued to stare at the operating room light.

Chen Yiming hesitated, trying to enlighten a madman: “Zhang Zhen, what I’m about to say are all my own eyes, my own feelings.”

“When Bai Shao asked me if I had brought anything, I took out the small flashlight, and at that moment, his breathing became stronger,” Chen Yiming described the scene at the time, without exaggerating.

Zhang Zhen slowly turned his head: “Did he cry out in pain?”

“No.” Chen Yiming thought of something, and his face had a brief strange expression. “He seemed to have a better understanding of this aspect, I mean, he was able to accept it.” Along the way, he even cursed, a series of “fuck,” “Shen Ji, I’ll kill your father,” “I’m going to buy a bigger flashlight, you wait,” and so on, Chen Yiming was numb.

At that time, the lights were off, and he couldn’t see, so he asked how it was going. Jiao Bai said something like, “My muscles are relaxed, I don’t have the strength. I gritted my teeth and used the little physical strength I had left, and only broke one inch.” “But it doesn’t matter. I repeatedly rubbed out a lot of blood at the beginning. It’s disgusting. Shen Old Dog will only take a look when he checks later. He won’t get close and rummage, let alone check carefully.”

And that’s exactly what happened.

How to say it, there was a reason why his boss would lose.

He felt that Jiao Bai understood his boss better than he did, which further strengthened this point.

At that time, after Chen Yiming reported to his boss that it was done, it was all Jiao Bai who set the time for him. Jiao Bai said that the first time would be too long and would be suspected, too short and it would seem fake, just about right.

Chen Yiming followed Jiao Bai’s rhythm the whole time.

“Jiao Bai’s negotiating with me was an important reason why I chose to be his ally,” Chen Yiming said truthfully. A teammate who was calm in the face of danger, adaptable, smart, and wouldn’t give up easily determined the success or failure of the plan.

Last year at “Di Ye,” he had a disdainful attitude towards Jiao Bai.

Downstairs in the rental house, he still only regarded the other person as a novelty of the upper class.

What really changed his impression was when Jiao Bai conspired with Qi Shuang to plot against the Shen family. From that time on, this young man Jiao Bai jumped out of the ranks of rich people’s little pets and became an independent, impassioned life.

“If he were my brother, I would feel sorry for him, and also respect his choice. If he wakes up and is in pain, depressed, and can’t get out of it, I will give him a hug, accompany him, and tell him that the darkness has passed.” Chen Yiming still had a stern face, reading a report in a general tone, but his respect was real.

“If he triumphantly describes his experience, like bragging about a medal won in attacking fate, I will applaud him with pride.”

Zhang Zhen made a choking sound in his mouth, crying uncontrollably.