"The company still has a lot of things to deal with. I'll go back first, so you can rest assured to recuperate." Seeing that Jiang Zhixian was fine, Jian Zhang finally relaxed. Although the situation is now preponderance, Wen Xiao may not be able to turn the tables.
Recently, Sister Hong and Wen Xiao have a "ambiguous relationship" and seem to have made up their minds to join forces in business. By then, Wen Xiao's position will be really unshakable, and Heilong City's voice will also be in his hands.
"Go quickly." Jiang Zhixian said perfunctorily, "Give Wen Xiao some more trouble."
This is a bit of personal grudge. He dared to face him and touch him quietly. Do you really think he is dead?
Jian Zhang rolled his eyes silently and left the ward indifferently without saying anything.
Before leaving, Jian Zhang went to the next restoration cabin to see Chen Qiaoqiao. She was still in a coma, as if she was in a serious confusion of consciousness.
Even the most experienced doctor in the hospital is helpless.
He stood in front of the restoration cabin, with a sad face: "Mr. Jian, the patient's mental power is too strange. Our instruments cannot intervene at all. Even the latest sedatives have no effect on her. You should think about it as soon as possible. Let’s do it. If this continues, the patient’s brain will be seriously damaged.”
"I remember when she came to the hospital last time, a well-known professor had come?"
This is not because of the good memory of the Jian Zhang, because that day, Jiang Zhixian bought 30 million star coins in one breath.
As the chief financial officer of "Hunter City", he knew every expense clearly.
The old doctor's eyes lit up and seemed to think, "Yes, he is the youngest and most promising Professor Ruan in the empire. He has made outstanding contributions to all mankind in the fields of genetic engineering and brain nerves!"
"Go and contact him." Jian Zhang ordered.
"Will Professor Ruan come?" the old doctor said worriedly.
"Send Ms. Chen's case report. If he doesn't come, we can't do anything. Whether we can survive will be left to fate." Jian Zhang stared at the woman in the repair cabin, looking cold.
No wonder he didn't care about this. After all, he did not agree with Jiang Zhixian's iron tree blossoming this time.
One reason is that Chen Qiaoqiao's identity and the things she planned will bring endless troubles in any aspect.
Second, Jiang Zhixian favored her too much and insisted on her own way several times, which was a variable for "Hunter City".
And what he dislikes the most is variables.
"Where is Mr. Jiang?"
"Wait a little longer, if your injury stabilizes tomorrow, tell him."
"Okay, Mr. Jane."
At this time, Jiang Zhixian had no idea that the little wild cat he felt most distressed was lying in the repair cabin in pain, trapped in endless nightmare.
It was a silver-white cultivation cabin. The walls on all four sides were all one-way glass. People inside could not see the outside, but people outside could see everything in the cultivation cabin.
In the cabin, there was a little girl with two ponytails. She sat cross-legged on the soft blanket with a table in front of her.
There is a screen on the table, which contains various problems that exercise brain thinking. The little girl’s accuracy rate must reach 80% to get food. If it reaches 100%, she will receive a small toy from the researcher, which she is cultivating. The only thing to be happy about the cabin.
Every morning, a group of researchers will take her to a room for physical function tests. Then, a blood draw once a day, followed by a mental measurement.
Here, the little girl has no privacy, and her sea of consciousness is like an instrument for scientific research, allowing researchers to enter and exit.
No one told her that she could refuse, and everyone told her that this was normal. As long as she was obedient, she could get a piece of candy or a toy.
Until one day, a little boy sneaked into the place with a little girl exactly like her.
"Who are you?" the little girl was wearing her hair, like a little wild cat who had just escaped from the garden.
Her skirt was covered in mud and her shoes were dirty.
The little boy grabbed her hand tightly, as if he was a little scared, "Clean, let's go, my dad will beat me to death if he knows."
"Wait." The little girl shook off his hand and looked at the girl in the cultivation cabin without blinking, as if she had seen a mirror. "Why do you look exactly like me?"
"Are you Shen Jing?" The girl in the training cabin raised her head. Her eyes were strange, as if she had no focal length, staring straight at a place, like a soulless doll.
The little girl stretched out her hand and touched it on the glass, "Do you know me?"
"I don't know." The girl in the training cabin shook her head, "But I know you."
"You know?"
"Well, I'm your sister."
"But I don't have a sister."
"Let's go quietly, this is one-way glass, she can't see you." Xiao Wenxiao grabbed her hand and wanted to take her away.
Xiao Qiaoqiao was dragged with her arms and looked back three times, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Me?" The girl in the training cabin suddenly grinned, "My name is Tulan."
The forgotten memories seemed to be awakening. At that time, Chen Qiaoqiao was still very young, and she had even forgotten about this.
But strangely, after that day, Tulan didn't know what method he used, so he asked the researcher to accept her back to the Shen family. Although he could only meet her parents and sister once or twice a year, Tulan, who was boring in life, came to him. It is the happiest thing in life.
At that time, Chen Xiaoqiao was full of curiosity about this twin sister.
Why don't you live with us?
Why do you look exactly the same as me?
Is the research institute fun?
Wen Xiao said, there are many big bugs locked in the research institute, is it true?
Facing her sister, Chen Xiaoqiao seemed to have endless questions. She lived happily and happily like all innocent little girls.
Tulan is completely different from her. Her maturity and stability beyond her age, and her brain thinking that is ripe after high-intensity training makes her look completely different from a child.
"Quiet, do you like Sister Ah?" Tulan sat on a rattan chair wearing a plain white robe and holding a thick book.
She turned her head and looked at the little girl catching butterflies in the flowers and asked suddenly.
The little girl just got a lollipop from a researcher not far away, and now she is in a good mood.
The bright sunshine shone on her lively little face, and her curved eyes narrowed with a smile, "Of course, I like Sister the most!"
"Miss Tulan, your time has come." A researcher, wearing leather shoes, stepped on the soft lawn, and printed a string of deep footprints.
Tulan frowned slightly, but soon closed the books and stood up, "See you next year, quietly."
"Well, see you next year, sister."
Chen quietly waved his chubby arms. At that time, she didn't understand what distinction was.