"Miss Shen, the young master ordered me to bring this to you." The old man handed over the box and the hand, with a blue chip inside.
"What is this?" Shen Qingqing asked confused.
The old man shook his head and said, "The young master said that you only need to install it at the temple, and you will understand."
Shen Qiao quietly took the box and looked at the chip carefully, but didn't see the reason. The strange thing was that after the old man delivered the things, he did not leave, but looked at her hesitantly.
"Is there anything else?" Shen Qiao couldn't lose her temper with the old man and asked in a soft voice.
The old man's old eyes suddenly became sad, "Miss Shen, our young master has lived a hard life, please bear with me."
With one sentence, Shen Qingqing was stunned and quickly explained: "Why does he need my forgiveness? It's me... I have to thank him."
"Miss Shen, I remember you. At that time, you were still very young and played with our young master every day." The old man said with emotion, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes squeezed together due to excessive mood swings. "At that time, you were still here. She said she wanted to marry the young master."
"Ah?" Shen Qingqiu was completely stunned, how should she answer.
Could it be said that she has completely forgotten it?
Wen Xiao's attitude towards him was so strange. Did he not only remember it, but also take it seriously?
At this time, Shen Qingqing's mood suddenly became complicated. She could only huff and explain: "That was all a matter of childhood."
Besides, she already has someone she likes.
Even if not, it would be impossible for her and Wen Xiao.
"Hey, my old man doesn't understand much about you young people. But Miss Shen, you are different. I understand our young master." The old man said slowly, his old cheeks were full of hope, and it seemed that he was here to give warmth. Xiao is a lobbyist.
Shen Qiao was a little embarrassed, but she could only bite the bullet and said: "I...I know."
At this moment, noisy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor next to him, followed by five or six doctors in white coats, rushing over in a panic.
The old man's face changed, and he trembled, "It's not good, young master..."
"What's wrong with him?" Shen Qingqian felt nervous and asked quickly.
A young waiter next to him glanced at the old man, then at Shen Qingqing, and then said slowly: "Mr. Wen is ill."
"What, let me go take a look!" After the old man said that, he turned around and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he almost fell to the ground because of his too big movement.
Fortunately, Shen Qingqiu had quick eyesight and helped the old man up, "I'll go take a look."
After saying that, Shen quietly supported the old man, followed the doctor, and quickly came to Wen Xiao's room.
The two rooms were not far apart, and Shen Qingqiu rushed to the door quickly, but as soon as he entered, he heard a faint roar coming from inside.
The doctors at the door looked solemn, put on protective clothing, and even held several anesthesia guns in their hands.
This posture does not look like helping Wen Xiao cure his illness, but looks like he is taking his life.
"What's going on?" After Shen whispered, he was about to get into the house.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, the old man grabbed his arm and said, "The young master is ill. You'd better not go. He doesn't know anyone now."
"Sickness? What disease?" Shen asked quietly.
"This..." the old man hesitated, "you'd better see for yourself."
After saying that, he let go of Shen Qingqing's arm and motioned for her to stand at the door and observe. Shen Qingqing had a complicated mood and stood silently outside. She soon noticed that the usually personable man was now like a madman, using his fists to Smashing the wall in front of me again and again.
He kept repeating this action, even if his fist was covered with blood.
The doctor next to him shouted his name over and over again, but Wen Xiao seemed to not hear him at all, waving his fists in a masochistic manner.
The loud banging bang made Shen Qingqiu feel upset.
He was fine just now, but suddenly he got sick.
"What happened to him?" Shen Qingqing stamped her feet anxiously, "How long will this situation last?"
"The young master's body has already developed drug resistance. If the doctor's anesthesia dose is not effective, he may continue like this for several hours." The old man sighed, "The young master's body has serious problems. Before this, he has already I haven’t slept in half a month, and I have been relying on nutritional supplements to support me!”
"How can a person not sleep for half a month?" Shen Qingqing looked surprised.
The old man shook his head helplessly, "The young master said that he couldn't sleep and would have nightmares as soon as he closed his eyes. In the past few years, this situation was not obvious, but in the past two years, it has become more and more serious. Until Miss Shen appeared. Later, the young master's symptoms eased, and he has been trying to receive treatment, but the effect is not very good."
"I didn't do anything." Shen quietly murmured to himself.
But the old man smiled and said seriously: "Some people bring light as long as they appear."
"Light?"
"That's what the young master said." The old man sighed, with loving eyes, "Miss Shen, maybe you are the only person in this world who can give the young master a hand."
"I..." Shen quietly lowered his eyes, hesitated for two seconds, then raised his head, "What can I do?"
"Young master will get sick whenever he gets emotional. Please take care of him more."
Emotional?
Shen thought about it quietly. She just said that she could return to the Kestrel and raid the brain bank at night. Could this be the cause of Wen Xiao's illness?
No, that shouldn't be the point.
Just as she was thinking, a scream suddenly came from the room, and it turned out to be Wen Xiao, who punched the doctor's nose and broke it.
He is indeed a dangerous person now. No wonder these doctors have to be heavily armed before they dare to approach him.
Seeing that it was impossible to wake him up, the doctors began to take tough measures. Each of them held anesthesia guns, pointed them at Wen Xiao's body and started firing. As several medicines were injected into his body, Wen Xiao's movements became much slower.
But he did not faint, but fell into pain.
He bent down, holding on to the table in front of him, breathing heavily. His wet hair hung in front of his forehead, covered with beads of sweat, as if it had been fished out of water!
It's so terrible. What could possibly cause a man to become like this?
Probably because her body was too hot, Wen Xiao subconsciously pulled on her collar. Several buttons of her low-key and luxurious shirt quickly fell off, exposing a large area of her chest!
It was also at this moment that Shen Qingqing's heart was completely clenched.
She never expected that underneath Wen Xiao's brocade clothes, there would be such a body.
The mottled whip marks are criss-crossed, one after another, as ugly as a centipede.
These scars looked like old wounds. The old wounds had just healed, but new wounds appeared again. Shen Qingqi couldn't even imagine what Wen Xiao had gone through after suffering such inhuman treatment.