Sun Juan recalled the scene she had just seen in Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

It was hard for her to believe that it was the man who smiled and said thank you to him yesterday. She didn't understand why there was such a big change.

He was leaning on the bed. There was no light in the room or the curtains opened. It was dark.

So she walked in and turned on the light for him, but she heard his angry roar: "Turn it off! Turn off the light!"

She was so frightened that she quickly turned off the light.

When darkness returned to the room, the angry voices disappeared, leaving only long breathing.

She couldn't see Zhang Qinghuan's face clearly and didn't know his expression, but she could feel that there was a wild beast in the room, which made her feel scared.

She even thought of Zhang Qinghuan's evil deeds that her colleagues told her.

This made her dare not stay in the ward for a second, and she quickly ran out.

When she returned to the nurse's station, her heart was still beating very fast, and she could only hide her panic and fear by lowering her head and sorting out information.

At this moment, a slightly magnetic voice sounded in front of her: "Nurse, what ward number is Zhang Qinghuan...in?"

Sun Juan raised her head and looked at the other person unexpectedly and warily, a middle-aged man with white hair on the temples but black hair in the middle.

"Who are you?" Sun Juan asked with a frown.

Director Yang specifically told them that except for the club general manager and head coach, no one was allowed to know where Zhang Qinghuan was.

"Ah, I'm his agent..." The middle-aged man smiled at the dedicated little nurse and was not angry because of her direct question.

"Agent? Wait..." Sun Juan picked up the phone and called Director Yang.

"Director Yang, I'm here at the nursing station... Someone said he was Zhang Qinghuan's agent and asked me what ward he was in... Okay, okay."

She hung up the phone and said to the caller: "Wait a moment, our Director Yang will be here soon and he will take you there."

"Okay, thank you." The middle-aged man stepped aside politely and stood against the wall.

Sun Juan looked at the other party secretly: This person is Zhang Qinghuan's agent? He seems to be a very polite and reasonable person. Why can't he manage his players? Let him go to nightclubs and play with women every day... Hey,

You, as an agent, take care of your players!

Just when Sun Juan was thinking wildly, Yang Hua came over from his office. When he saw Yong Jun, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and shake it with him: "Director Zhao and Manager Dong have told me, you come with me.

, I will take you to see him."

"Okay, please, Dr. Yang."

"No trouble, no trouble, as long as I can help Zhang Qinghuan..."

Yang Hua said and walked in front to lead the way, followed by Yong Jun.

Sun Juan leaned out of the nurse's station and saw two people walking straight towards the ward where Zhang Qinghuan was.

Then at the door of the ward, the agent said something to Director Yang, and then pushed the door open and went in alone.

Director Yang did not follow him in. When he saw the door being closed, he turned around and walked back.

Sun Juan quickly retracted her body and lowered her head to pretend that she was busy.

Until she heard Director Yang's voice: "No one is allowed to come near that side."

Sun Juan nodded quickly: "Ah, okay, okay, Director Yang..."

Then he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Director Yang, what happened to Zhang Qinghuan? I just went in for a ward check and he yelled at me..."

Hearing what Sun Juan said, Yang Hua, who was about to leave, stopped, stared at her and asked, "What did he say to you?"

"Well, he asked me to turn off the light..."

"Didn't you say anything else?"

"No... Director Yang, what's going on? Yesterday, he even smiled and thanked me..."

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you." Yang Hua waved his hand, turned and walked towards his office.

Sun Juan frowned, leaned out again, and cast her eyes towards Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

Director Yang's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and this floor was quiet.

She didn't hear any movement coming from Zhang Qinghuan's ward.

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As soon as Yong Jun walked into Zhang Qinghuan's ward, he couldn't help but frown - the room was too dark, and it was so dark that it made people feel uncomfortable.

The person on the bed didn't show any sign of his arrival, not even making any movement. They didn't seem to care who came in.

Yong Jun didn't say anything and turned his gaze to the closed curtains.

Obviously when he came today, it was a sunny and crisp autumn day in Jincheng.

So he walked to the window and suddenly opened the curtains.

With a crashing sound, bright sunlight poured in from the glass window, saving half of the room from darkness.

"What are you doing?!" A cry came from the bed behind Yong Jun.

He looked back and saw a figure curled up on the bed, covering his eyes and half of his face with his hands, as if he was being stung and burned by the sun.

He ignored the person on the bed and continued to the second window, doing the same thing and opening the curtains.

Now the whole room was filled with afternoon sunlight, and the fine dust that was stirred up slowly floated in the room and fell gently.

"Close! Close the curtains! I told you to close the curtains!"

"Are you a vampire, Zhang Qinghuan?" Yong Jun snorted. "Die in the light?"

Hearing this voice, the shouting Zhang Qinghuan suddenly calmed down. He looked through his fingers and asked in an uncertain tone: "Uncle Yong...Yong...?"

"Yes, you still recognize me. It seems that your body has not been taken over by a vampire. You are still the Zhang Qinghuan I know."

"Uncle Yong, why are you... here?" Zhang Qinghuan had not yet reacted, staring blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him who he was once very familiar with.

"Your mother asked me to come and see you. Although she wants to come, you know that she is not in good health." Yong Jun said looking at Zhang Qinghuan in front of him.

His face didn't change much from what he saw on TV before. He didn't have the unkempt look that often appears in literary and artistic works. After all, it had only been two days, and his beard hadn't had time to grow too much... Besides,

How much beard can a kid who is not even twenty-three years old have?

But his eyes were much darker. Even though the room was very bright now, there was no light in those eyes. After hearing Yong Jun's words, they became even darker.

"Where's your agent?" Yong Jun looked around the ward and asked, "What's that Xu about? I just lied to the little nurse at the nurse's station and said I was your agent, and the little nurse actually believed it. Look.

It seems that the person named Xu is not here?"

"He called me to comfort me..."

"Oh! That's great!" Yong Jun clapped his hands and said with an exaggerated expression: "It's great that he even knew how to call you to comfort you, tsk tsk! What did he say on the phone? Did he bring it along?

Are you planning to terminate the contract?"

"No……"

"I don't think it's far off. He's just waiting for the club's official announcement. Don't worry, it won't be long. The club will arrange for reporters to interview you tomorrow. That's when you will give your retirement speech, and the club will terminate your contract."

...By the way, your kid has almost made enough money over the years, right?"

Zhang Qinghuan lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing his cowardice, Yong Jun suddenly thought of what the little guy named "Hu Lai" said to him in the Flash Star head coach's office today, and he happened to tell Zhang Qinghuan exactly what he said.

So he sneered: "How about it? Do you want to sign me to be your agent again? Although we don't play football anymore, you are still a celebrity, and it is easier than ordinary people to make money... I'll give it

You find a variety show to be a guest, you don't need to sing or dance, you just need to go to a plastic surgery hospital to have a micro plastic surgery, and then just sit on the stage, become a mascot, and let the judges and teachers evaluate the effect of your plastic surgery.

, and what else needs plastic surgery... Yes, it is a plastic surgery variety show. I can also help you run it and be the spokesperson of that plastic surgery hospital, and you can get money. When you are older, you can get it for free.

Get hyaluronic acid and stay young forever... What do you think?"

"Uncle Yong, if you are here to mock me and see my jokes..." Zhang Qinghuan became a little impatient when he heard Yong Jun's nonsense.

"Of course I'm here to taunt you! I'm not just here to taunt you and laugh at your jokes! I'm also here to beat you up!" Yong Jun interrupted Zhang Qinghuan's words rudely and roared emotionally.

Then as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, rounded his arms and slapped Zhang Qinghuan hard.

"Pah!" There was a crisp sound, and Zhang Qinghuan's face was slapped to the side.

"Drunk driving! Two fucking times! Come on, boy! Why didn't you hit yourself to death!"

"Pa!" There was another crisp sound, pulling Zhang Qinghuan's face back.

Zhang Qinghuan was stunned by these two sudden slaps. He didn't even cover his face with his hands, he just looked at Yong Jun in shock.

Yong Jun gritted his teeth and said to him: "This is for your father!"

Zhang Qinghuan's mouth moved twice, but no sound came out. He buried his head deeply.

"If Lao Zhang knew that the son he had worked so hard to cultivate was finally reduced to the point of retiring at the age of twenty-three, he would only beat you harder than me! I only slapped you twice, but your father can

Do you believe that both of your legs are broken?"

Yong Jun really trained Zhang Qinghuan as if he were training his own son.

"Sometimes I wonder, does Lao Zhang take good care of you? He has been with you since you were in elementary school, taking you to learn to play football and playing games. No matter home or away, he always takes care of you.
To be continued...