After having breakfast, Xu Nanxing went to the laboratory.
Shen Sijue came to the study.
Zhang Ping stood in front of him, feeling uneasy.
Shen Sijue raised his eyebrows and raised his thin lips coldly: "What? Now, as the head of the family, I don't have the strength to speak?"
When Zhang Ping heard this, he wanted to cry but had no tears.
It's obviously my wife's request not to work for the head of the house.
He said fearfully: "Master, it's not that I won't give you a job, it's just that my wife repeatedly warned you before she left that you need to rest now."
Shen Sijue's dark eyes narrowed slightly: "I know my own body very well. Go and sort out the recent important documents and bring them to me."
Just as Zhang Ping was about to object, a cold glare fell on him.
A chill ran down his spine and his hair stood on end.
Shen Sijue pursed his thin lips tightly, revealing a hint of coolness.
"I don't want to say it a second time." It was a short sentence, but it showed his innate domineering and coldness.
Zhang Ping was startled: "I'll..."
Before he finished speaking, a servant knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Shen Sijue's deep voice, with a hint of coldness, sounded slowly.
The housekeeper standing outside quickly said: "Master, the third master's people are here."
Third Master?
Shen Sijue snorted coldly.
I just left the hospital last night, and today I came to explore the truth. I really can’t hold back my anger!
The corners of Shen Sijue's mouth slightly raised, with a creepy sneer on his face.
Zhang Ping asked: "Master, do you want me to drive them away?"
Shen Sijue shook his head.
He said unhurriedly: "The show is about to be staged, and they are important characters."
Shen Sijue stood up and sat in the wheelchair.
"Push me to the hall."
Zhang Ping didn't understand.
However, he still walked behind the wheelchair and pushed Shen Sijue out of the study and into the hall.
The moment he walked into the hall, Zhang Ping completely surrendered to the acting skills of the master of the house.
It was clear that he was a high-ranking and arrogant shopping mall dominator just now, but now he is a... patient who seems to be suffocated at any time and will never see the sun tomorrow.
This acting is not good enough.
The owner of the family did not enter the entertainment industry, which is really a big loss to the entertainment industry.
A flash of darkness flashed deep in Shen Sijue's slightly drooped black pupils.
He waved to the butler: "Let them come in."
With little effort, Butler Zhou led Chen Wu and a man into the hall.
Chen Wu immediately saw Shen Sijue sitting in a wheelchair, his face as pale as paper.
He frowned slightly.
It looks very serious!
Zhang Ping stepped forward and faced Chen Wu with a look of contempt on his face.
He asked bluntly: "Chen Wu, what happened to you this time?"
Chen Wu smiled, passed Zhang Ping and walked to Shen Sijue, with a bit of respect: "Master, the third master heard that you were sick, so he asked me to come over and take a look. You also know that I know a little bit about medical skills." two."
As he spoke, he was about to lift off the thin blanket covering Shen Sijue's legs.
Why does it stink so much?
Chen Wu smelled a foul smell and quickly covered his mouth and nose.
Shen Sijue struggled to open his eyes and said in a weak voice: "Chen Wu, why are you here?"
Chen Wu put down his hand and said with a bit of temptation: "Master, how about I check your pulse?"
Shen Sijue began to cough violently, as if he would die at any moment.
Chen Wu has been standing beside him, taking in everything in front of him.
Is it really that serious?
After a while, Shen Sijue stopped coughing, but his face became increasingly pale.
"Chen Wu, you...check your pulse."
Zhang Ping quickly put Shen Sijue's hand on the table.
Chen Wu thought for a moment and caught Shen Sijue's pulse.
The weak pulse startled Chen Wu.
This... this seems to be the pulse of a dying person. Could it be that he...
Chen Wu's eyes fell on Shen Sijue.
Shen Sijue was seen narrowing his dark eyes and breathing very laboredly.
Zhang Ping stood nearby, admiring the master's acting skills.
This is simply ceiling-level acting!
"Chen Wu, how are you?"
Chen Wu put down his hand and spoke slowly: "Master, your body is really weak. You must pay attention to rest and eat lightly."
Shen Sijue nodded.
cough……
There was another violent cough.
This time, Shen Sijue took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth.
When he took off the handkerchief, Chen Wu clearly saw the blood stains on the handkerchief.
Vomiting blood?
It seems that Third Master's worries are unnecessary. A terminally ill person cannot be a threat to him.
Shen Sijue put the handkerchief aside and spoke feebly: "Go back and tell your third uncle that I'm... fine now, so he shouldn't worry about it."
very good?
When Chen Wu heard these two words, he almost burst out laughing, even though he was like this, he still applauded.
Then Chen Wu bowed slightly: "You will definitely recover."
Shen Sijue sighed, his voice weak as if he might faint at any time: "My third uncle's care has made me what I am today. I'm really grateful to him, Chen Wu, you... If one day I really... really Now that I'm gone, you have to...you have to help me take good care of my third uncle, you know?"
Chen Wu quickly said: "Master, you must not think like this. You will definitely recover. The third master often said that when you recover, I will play golf with you and have a good discussion."
Shen Sijue smiled, but his smile was weak.
"Go back and tell Third Uncle that I...I will definitely...will definitely recover."
Chen Wu sighed and asked tentatively: "Master, you fell ill a few years ago and a woman saved you. Why don't you find this woman again and let her treat you?"
A flash of residual coldness quickly flashed across Shen Sijue's eyes.
But when he raised his head, his eyes became cloudy again.
"I've been looking for it, but... I still haven't found it. Maybe this is my fate."
Chen Wu was secretly happy.
However, there was no trace of fluctuation on his face: "Master, we will help you find it together."
Shen Sijue just nodded lightly and said nothing.
Seeing him closing his eyes, Chen Wu took a step back.
"Zhang Ping, the master of the house seems to be very tired. Please push him back to his room to rest. I will also take my leave."
After saying that, he bowed deeply, turned around and walked towards the door.
After Chen Wu left, Zhang Ping quickly walked up to Shen Sijue, lifted off the thin blanket on his body, took out a piece of smelly meat, and threw it into the trash can with disgust.
Shen Sijue sat up straight, his face, as handsome as a god, felt like frost, covered with a terrifying haze.
…
Chen Wu, who came out from the other side, did not dare to delay and came to Shen Ting immediately.
Shen Ting was drinking tea, with a hint of coldness in his sharp eyes.
He asked straight to the point: "How is the situation?"
Chen Wu smiled: "Third Master, his condition is far more serious than we thought. Maybe it is because there is no cure, so he went home to wait for death."
oh?
Shen Ting put down the teacup, with a somewhat scheming smile on his brows.
"Is the situation really that serious?"
Chen Wu nodded: "I checked his pulse. It was very weak, and there was already a stench on his body. He must be incontinent. In addition, I also noticed that he was vomiting blood."
Shen Ting's eyes were cold.
"We must find the woman who treated him a few years ago, and then make her disappear from this world, do you understand?"
Chen Wu has been with Shen Ting for many years, how could he not understand his intentions?
"Don't worry, I've been sending people to search secretly."
Shen Ting still believed in Chen Wu's ability to do things.
Sir Shen, after so many years, I must get back everything that belongs to me.
You are destined to go to hell.
A gloomy light surged and jumped in Shen Ting's eyes.