GBT Chapter 117

Jiao Bai went to Qi Da and Qi Er’s ward to visit them one by one. He told them to take good care of themselves and to speak up if they had any difficulties.

Taking advantage of the fact that his energy hadn’t completely faded, Jiao Bai went to the drug rehabilitation center. He took Liang Dong’s diagnosis report from the drug rehabilitation doctor, flipped through it, and fell silent.

Liang Dong’s drug addiction was quite severe, and it would take at least half a year for him to get out.

The real difficulty was after he got out.

There’s a big difference between addictions. The difficulty of quitting the internet, smoking, alcohol, sex, and drugs is ranked from smallest to largest, just in that order.

Relapsing is too easy.

Only one in a thousand people completely quit. Everyone thinks they can be that one in a thousand, but no one is.

Moreover, after taking drugs, the internal organs and brain are damaged and need to be recuperated. The degree of recovery depends on the individual.

Money is the foundation.

Financial resources, support, and help, Jiao Bai can provide all three to Liang Dong. As for the psychological addiction, that depends on him overcoming it himself. Everything depends on his willpower.

Jiao Bai saw Liang Dong in the indoor basketball court. He didn’t go over, but stood in the corner to observe.

The patients, wearing blue tops and pants, with buzz cuts, were playing basketball. Liang Dong was sitting on the plastic ground, his thin and bony body hunched over, staring blankly into the void.

“Bang,” “Bang,” “Bang.”

The basketball fell from a patient’s hand and flew to Liang Dong’s feet, bouncing up and down. His muddy yellow eyeballs moved over first, followed by his head, and then his upper body.

A few seconds later, Liang Dong grabbed the basketball that was about to roll away with one hand and patted it reflexively.

His arm twitched non-stop, which was a desire to live.

Liang Dong’s leg joints creaked, and the frequency of his chest movements quickened a bit. He slowly stood up.

Jiao Bai left the basketball court. Amidst the renewed activity of running and shouting, he clicked his tongue, “Where to next?”

Qi Huai lagged behind him by two steps, and when he heard this, his brain started working. A pile of pending official duties popped up, “Do you want me to arrange your itinerary?”

That was an impatient tone.

“… Let’s start tomorrow.” Jiao Bai staggered.

That night, Jiao Bai sent Qi Huai away and went to find Jiang Yan alone, spending the night in his garage-converted house.

The entire band gave Jiao Bai a rock and roll carnival, partying until dawn.

Jiao Bai began to get involved in Qi’s work. The projects were all negotiated by the team. Once the two parties had negotiated to a certain extent, the documents would be handed over to Jiao Bai, who would read them and stamp them.

Although the team were all Qi Yi Liao’s confidants, Jiao Bai still checked the information and learned a lot of financial knowledge.

One afternoon, Jiao Bai was so busy that his eye bags were dark and sores grew on his lips. He accidentally spilled his cola, and just as he was about to curse, Qi Yi Liao’s little aunt came to Qi’s.

The little aunt was no longer bald. She had fluffy curly hair that reached her shoulders, delicate earrings on her ears, and she was wearing makeup.

There was an added touch of charm to her artistic and refined beauty.

Jiao Bai stopped tidying up his desk, “Little aunt, did you just return to the country?”

“I’ve been back for a few days.” The little aunt was wearing a black dress. She was still sentimental. As soon as she saw Jiao Bai standing behind a pile of documents, her eyes turned red, “Xiao Bai, you must be very tired. Forcing growth is terrible.”

Jiao Bai: “…”

Qi Huai brought coffee in. He didn’t greet his elder before heading straight to Jiao Bai to help him tidy up his desk.

Jiao Bai waved him away, “No need, go do your work.”

Qi Huai took a few tissues and wiped the dirt in front of Jiao Bai, “There’s a meeting later.”

“Got it.” Jiao Bai impatiently went to the lounge. He changed into clean clothes and came out, only to find that the desk had been cleaned up. Qi Huai wasn’t there, and the little aunt was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a strange expression.

“What is it?” Jiao Bai looked himself up and down.

“It’s nothing. I was just thinking that Huai Huai is an outstanding child, and he’s capable. He’s lucky and unlucky.” The little aunt took a sip of coffee, “The lucky thing is that he’s from a collateral branch, and the unlucky thing is that he’s just from a collateral branch.”

Collateral branch, the blood relationship is not close, so genetic diseases won’t be inherited. But the highest position for an excellent collateral branch member is secretary.

Jiao Bai didn’t comment.

Isn’t that normal? No one gets all the good things. Qi Yi Liao, as the direct descendant, is lying in the research institute.

“Little aunt, did you come to me for something?” Jiao Bai turned the big white cat ornament on his desk.

The little aunt was about to speak when her phone rang. She answered the phone, and a warm, soft light instantly lit up the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Now she had someone she wanted to marry, and she had left the non-marriage group. She also wanted to have a child at the advanced age of her early forties. Not for the Qi family’s huge business, but for herself. She wanted to carry a child for ten months and give birth to a child who would call her mother.

Everything was a completely new attempt.

“I came from the research institute.” The little aunt said after hanging up the phone.

Jiao Bai waited for the rest of the story. He remembered that the research institute was sending a report over today, and nothing special had happened.

“Our family’s affairs, Lan Lan’s mother must have told you everything.” The little aunt’s face was sad, “Before the direct line becomes an adult, they are still considered normal. After adulthood, the higher the IQ, the greater the chance of mental instability.”

“They will be excessively unrestrained, indulgent, violent, cruel, and crazy…” The little aunt recalled something, and the hand holding the coffee cup trembled a little.

Jiao Bai bit on his vitamin C tablet. Some reports he had seen online flashed through his mind, just like what the little aunt had described. Shen Ji knew that Qi Yi Liao’s family had hereditary diseases, so during the confrontation last year, he prescribed the right medicine and hired a platform to smear the Qi family, Qi’s, and Qi Yi Liao. It was now very difficult to find any clues online this year.

“Genius, ordinary people, madmen.” The little aunt sobbed softly, crying to herself, “Sometimes, it’s hard to even be an ordinary person. There’s no choice.”

Jiao Bai crushed the last small piece of vitamin, his mouth filled with a strong orange flavor. That’s right, reincarnation is random.

Zhou Lan Lan successfully joined the ranks of ordinary people. Fools have their fortunes.

“Your third brother doesn’t accept Xiao Ling, so the research institute can only take backup plans.” The little aunt wiped her tears and said in a tone of family members telling intimate things, “You know about this, right?”

Jiao Bai nodded. That elf was sent to the research institute last June or July. After more than a year of experiments, there were results, but during this period, the Qi family had no other family members with the illness, so data could not be collected. Qi Yi Liao’s body couldn’t wait any longer, so he became the experimental subject.

“Xiao Bai, aren’t you panicking?” The little aunt looked at him, hesitating to speak, “The plan has already been implemented, and the result is unknown.”

Jiao Bai shrugged, “I don’t have time to panic.”

The little aunt sighed. She came this time to provide comfort based on the degree of his mental breakdown. Now it seemed that his heart was stronger than she imagined.

“I’ll be in the country for the second half of the year. You can come to me to discuss things if you need to.” The little aunt gently exhorted, “Don’t carry everything yourself.”

Jiao Bai smiled, “Okay.”

Around mid-August, a project was suspended for various reasons, and Jiao Bai had to start his first social engagement since he temporarily took over Qi’s.

Most of the people at the dinner table were from the government. Jiao Bai was able to handle them reasonably well, and they didn’t deliberately make things difficult for this rookie in the workplace.

Cen Jingmo appeared in the second half of the event. He sat next to the person in the C position at the dinner, in the identity of that person’s son-in-law. This was his first appearance after his June wedding.

The illegitimate daughter of the Wang family loved him terribly. Even though the commotion in Changmin Island was so big, she still stood up to marry him and become his wife, and the wedding was not made up for.

Jiao Bai only glanced at Cen Jingmo when he came in. But Cen Jingmo had been paying attention to him all along.

“Xiao Cen, you and Xiao Jiao are old acquaintances, right?” Someone raised his voice.

Cen Jingmo smiled politely, “We’ve met twice.”

“Then why are you so distant?” The person who spoke was another person, with a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, “What’s it like for young people to reminisce?”

He shouted, grabbed Jiao Bai’s hand, and pulled Cen Jingmo’s hand over as well.

The two hands were stacked together.

Jiao Bai’s was on the bottom, and Cen Jingmo’s was on top.

The sensation on the back of his hand was smooth, slippery, and cold, like a snake’s body. Jiao Bai immediately withdrew his hand. He didn’t care about “if the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move.”

“You’ve shaken hands, now have a drink.” That person hiccuped, “Have a drink!”

Cen Jingmo poured a full glass of wine, holding it as he walked towards Jiao Bai. His white hair was tied into a small ponytail, and his lip shape was clear and full. His entire face was like an ancient porcelain object dug up from the ground. Beautiful, and not of this world.

Everyone at the dinner table was watching. Jiao Bai calmly stood up. His wine glass was empty, not because he had almost finished drinking it, but because it had always been like that.

When it was time to lose face, don’t be reluctant. Jiao Bai didn’t fill his wine glass to pretend like Cen Jingmo did. He picked it up directly and downed the rest of the wine in one gulp.

It was white and tickled his throat. Jiao Bai coughed uncomfortably a few times.

Hearing Jiao Bai’s cough, Cen Jingmo looked up and drank the wine in his glass. His narrow, upturned phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, and the deep gaze under his eyelashes was fixed on him.

The wine was drunk, and the dinner continued. Everyone didn’t talk about serious matters, just chatting idly.

Jiao Bai’s stomach was on fire. He sat in his chair in a daze. Social engagements were so boring. It was either listening to people brag or listening to people flatter.

Before long, female attendants came in to serve, and the laughter in the private room didn’t stop.

A girl sat next to Cen Jingmo, the most beautiful one in the room. He didn’t even look at her, only using a gloomy, viscous gaze to investigate Jiao Bai’s actions during the intervals when he was relieving his heart pain.

Jiao Bai twitched the corner of his mouth. Cen Jingmo was a psychopath. From now on, he would depend on the act of observing him, the “God,” to live.

The registration time for freshmen at the Medical University was from September 9th to 11th, three days.

Jiao Bai followed the routine for the first two days. He didn’t seem anxious at all, but when he was stamping documents, he stamped his own hand, and he even stamped it twice.

There was still no good news from the research institute.

On the third day, Jiao Bai, with a haggard face from staying up late, went to the Medical University. Zhang Zhen hadn’t been discharged from the hospital, so Qi Er and Qi Huai accompanied him to the school.

When the principal saw Jiao Bai again, his enthusiasm was greater than last time. He introduced the head of the department to Jiao Bai, with saliva flying everywhere.

When Jiao Bai was falling asleep while listening, a call came from the research institute.

Qi Yi Liao was awake.

Jiao Bai sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time, then suddenly stood up, his knees hitting the coffee table.

A set of high-end tea sets made a crisp sound. The head of the department, who was recounting the school’s glorious history, stopped talking.

Everyone looked at the excited young man, not knowing what was going on.

Jiao Bai hurried out.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Da stammered, “Master Qi, Master Qi he… he’s…”

“What’s wrong? Tell me.” Jiao Bai realized that something was wrong, and his body was uncontrollably rushing towards the elevator.

Qi Da tried several times and sighed, “Young Master Bai, you should come and see for yourself.”

Jiao Bai rushed to the research institute, his ears filled with rapid heartbeats and breaths. What registration, what classmates, what university life were all left behind at the school. He hadn’t brought anything with him.

At this time, his mind was filled with the old pervert.

Jiao Bai slammed on the brakes, his swollen eyes widening. In his field of vision were several people walking from the other end of the corridor.

Qi Da and two researchers had noticed Jiao Bai. Their expressions were strange.

As for Qi Yi Liao, who was at the head, he had just finished the last checkup. The cotton ball on his arm was stained with blood. He twisted it up and threw it into the trash can. He was about to go to his second sister’s office when his footsteps paused.

Not far away, a gaze was scorching hot and bright.

Like a ball of crimson fire, it pounced over, trying to burn on the corner of Qi Yi Liao’s clothes.

The owner of the gaze also ran over, his dry lips slightly open, his breath hot and fast, his face flushed with emotions on the verge of losing control, and the corners of his eyes were also red.

The young man was getting closer and closer. The blood in Qi Yi Liao’s veins inexplicably became hot. He couldn’t help but frown and take half a step back, asking the subordinate behind him, “Who is he?”