Subordinate Doting - Chap 150
Before he could finish his words, he heard a muffled “bang!”
A bullet flew out of the wind, brushed past his hair and shot towards the cruise ship behind him.
Morris’s face was filled with astonishment. He touched his face and looked at the bullet hole behind him. The hole was almost on his face!
”You fucking——” He turned around and was about to curse.
This time, Ji Tingyu pointed the gun at his head.
”I’m really annoyed, shut up, okay?”
After saying that, he used his gun to push away the burly men who were blocking the road, and pressed Meng Fan’s neck forward: “Let’s go.”
-
Life was not easy after returning.
His wound was infected and he had a high fever. The cut on his palm was covered with several layers of salt and became festered. Yellow and white fluid was oozing out of the pink flesh. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment several times and was even given a notice of critical illness.
Rosalyn almost got into a fight with the doctor.
”Are you kidding me? Our boss just has an infected wound, and you want me to sign a critical illness notice for him? Are you cursing him to die soon?”
The doctor is also wronged.
”We tried our best, but the patient had a weak will to live. If he didn’t want to live, even a minor cold could take him away.”
”You have a weak will to survive?”
Rosalin chewed these words over and over again in her mouth, but she didn’t understand what they meant. A man who had half of his intestines beaten out and had to crawl out of a pile of dead bodies, do you say his will to survive is weak?
That’s fucking bullshit!
”It’s incurable!”
Since both of the two bosses were not there, she had to keep the base going, and she immediately made a decisive move to bring Ji Tingyu back to the base.
After returning to its room and familiar environment, the cat’s condition did improve. It no longer had a high fever all night long and could also stay awake for a while during the day.
But I still couldn’t eat anything and would vomit up any water I drank.
My favorite pigeon soup before, now I feel sick when I smell it.
One morning the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly. The jumping sunlight made the snow surface look like a sparkling lake.
Rosalyn knew that Feline liked to bask in the sun, so she took him out for a walk.
When we arrived at the gate of the base, the snow on both sides of the gate pier had melted in the sun, revealing the muddy and slightly fishy soil surface.
Ji Tingyu vomited on the spot after taking a look, covering his chest and coughing violently, his face covered with saliva, tears and vomit.
That night I started to have a fever again.
The temperature soared to 40 degrees, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He seemed to be in a nightmare, unable to wake up, kicking his legs wildly, clutching the quilt and shaking non-stop, wanting to cry but unable to make a sound, he could only sob and mutter a few words in his sleep that no one could understand.
Sometimes I complain about the heat, sometimes I complain about pain.
Sometimes I say don’t come over here, don’t hit me, I will take my medicine well…
When he was most excited, he would scratch his arms and neck, and if he wasn’t paying attention, all ten of his fingernails would be covered in blood.
Sha Moqing felt very distressed, but there was nothing she could do. She could only hug him in her arms and hold his hand tightly.
I tossed and turned until the second half of the night, and finally the fever subsided.
They changed Ji Tingyu into clean clothes and bedding and let him sleep well. Meng Fan was so tired that he was staggering on the spot. Rosalin asked him to go back and rest, but the big rabbit was not happy and said he would sleep on the floor at the boss’s place.
Rosalin ignored him and called Desert Qing out. She turned around like an ant on hot pan, hesitating for a long time.
”You and your brother grew up together. Has he ever been like this before?”
”No, strictly speaking I haven’t seen it.”
”I saw it once,” Rosalyn muttered.
”when?”
”Just… half a year ago, we were going down the mountain to buy supplies and were targeted by battlefield hunters. We stayed overnight at the foot of the mountain.”
”I was not there when they set out. What happened?”
Rosalin frowned, with a weird expression as if she didn’t know what to say: “The night before we arrived at the service area, we found a place to rest. Everyone slept in the tent, and the boss suddenly told me to go on night patrol. So I followed him.”
”As a result, we walked further and further, and became more and more tired. When I looked up, I found that we had reached the top of the highest snow mountain. I wondered what he was doing, and just as I was about to ask him, the boss fell to the ground with a thump!”
”Fainted?”
”Yes, he fainted without saying a word, and no matter how we called him, he wouldn’t wake up. Then he started to have a fever, and his body was terribly hot. He kept crying, talking nonsense, and scratching himself. It was like… like…”
It seemed like she couldn’t explain it clearly for a long time, and Mo Moqing became anxious.
”What is it like? Tell me now!”
Rosalin slapped her thigh and gave up:
”It’s like being possessed by a ghost who died with his eyes open!”
Mo Moqing was stunned for a moment and his pupils shrank suddenly.
”Brother’s reaction then…is it the same as now?”
”Same! Exactly the same! Even the words in his dreams are the same!”
Rosalin put one hand into her hair and said frantically:
”What’s even weirder is that I struggled to drag him back to the tent that night, but when he woke up the next day he didn’t remember a thing!”
”I asked him if his fever had subsided, and he asked me when I had a fever. I said I was on the mountain last night. He looked at me inexplicably and said I was sick and asked me to go up the mountain in the middle of the night. Then the next day, Mr. He appeared, out of nowhere…”
The last few words were so suggestive that they made Mo Moqing feel creepy.
”What do you want to say? Are you saying that my brother is someone else?”
”Of course not! He is just himself!”
Rosalin looked around, made sure there was no one around, took him to a corner, and started talking about something mysteriously.
”When I was very young, I traveled to your country and met a Mr. Zang whose name must not be mentioned. His beloved dog died of illness. He was so heartbroken that he disappeared for a while. When he came back, he had a broken leg and an arm, but he brought with him a puppy that looked exactly like his beloved dog. He said he bought it based on its appearance.”
