The Christmas atmosphere fills the streets and alleys of Shanghai, and the Ocean Hospital is no exception. The young nurses and young doctors are the most enthusiastic about this foreign holiday.
Zhu Tong sat in his ward and saw a thin carnation placed on the bedside among the sea of flowers, with a small handwritten card hanging underneath.
You are a good person and I wish you a speedy recovery.
Signed: Small migrant workers.
A carnation was so small among the flower baskets and bouquets that filled the room, but Zhu Tong looked at it and thought deeply for a long time.
Who is the little migrant worker? Zhu Tong walked to the window. It must be the little migrant worker who sent it. He has recovered from his injury and been discharged from the hospital. It is said that he is recovering well.
Zhu Tong actually didn't do much, just made a phone call; the medical expenses of more than 60,000 yuan were paid by the office; Zhu Tong didn't even go to his hospital bed, and until now, he can't even remember what he looked like;
However, people remember him.
The warmth only lasted for him for a moment, Zhu Tong immediately put it all aside and thought about everything about the night that just passed.
How is the Snow Monk doing now? He won't be drowned, right?
The little liar finished dressing up and sat in a daze under the shadow of the lamp, carefully recalling the battle on the deck before dawn. He had the habit of learning and summarizing afterwards.
In terms of body skills, today's little liar has absolute confidence. Snow Monk will definitely not be able to catch up with him. After obtaining the Butterfly God, his body gradually becomes lighter, just like a butterfly. The premise is that the Butterfly God is awake, and it only needs to wave.
When he spreads his wings, Zhu Tong's body becomes as elegant and swift as if he had wings.
The Snow Monk had already forced Zhu Tong into a corner. Although the "Future Duke" was not small, the deck was still larger than the land. After Zhu Tong was hit with a palm, the Butterfly God felt the danger and woke up from his drowsiness.
, the little liar was able to turn defeat into victory.
Auntie Die is an expert after all. As soon as the poisonous insect planted on Monk Snow was activated by Zhu Tong, Monk Snow was immediately dumbfounded. Zhu Tong said: "Where did you come from? Where are you going? Stay away from me from now on."
Snow Monk didn't even say a word, "Plop!" and immediately jumped into the sea.
It seems that everyone who is supposed to come has arrived, and the scene looks quite big. With Zhu Tong’s previous reputation, he can’t attract many experts to show up. It seems that the news that the senior brother has left is very influential; other people Zhu Tong
There are only two people: Lan Zhanjiang and the mysterious middle-aged man. They are both people who don't value money. Maybe there will be some variables.
Jiang Xiaoyu will definitely join the game, so he should find a more powerful opponent; is there a suitable and powerful guy in the world?
Zhu Tong thought about it, but still felt uneasy, so he picked up the phone and called the old liar. He needed a staff officer, a senior staff officer.
The prologue has begun, and the people on stage probably have their shadows. At this moment, there is no time to be careless.
Half an hour later, Tai Haiyan walked into the ward carrying a laptop computer. He was a little reserved. When he received the call just now, Director Li's tone was very strange.
"Haiyan, sit down." Director Li seemed to be in good spirits. Tai Haiyan relaxed and put the computer on the bedside table and turned it on.
"Director, this is what you asked for. I used Smurf to tidy it up, but it's still a bit messy."
Zhu Tong glanced at the computer and pulled up other things carelessly; although he was eager to see the information Tai Haiyan had collected about Jiangnan's treasures, he always showed the demeanor of a leader.
However, Tai Haiyan was really not a good conversation partner, and the two of them had nothing to say after chatting for a while.
"The information center is about to become independent. There must be a lot of things going on. Hai Yan should go back first. I thought about it. Since you don't want to leave the hospital, take this opportunity to perform well. In two days, I will find an opportunity to talk to the director about you.
Deputy Director of Commission Technology, okay?"
"Deputy Director? It's okay, but..." Tai Haiyan scratched his head and turned his head a few times before he figured out that Deputy Director Li was about to become the full director.
"But what?"
"It's nothing. Director, take a rest. I'm going back."
"Remember, be strict with your mouth and don't talk nonsense."
"I know."
"Don't talk nonsense not only in the hospital, but also on the Internet." Zhu Tong pointed to the computer.
"Yes, yes, don't tell anyone." Tai Haiyan nodded fiercely.
As the end of the year approaches, Ye'er's work becomes busy.
This is how accounting works. You may be free at ordinary times, but at the end of the year, various summaries, summaries, and assessments come one after another. Huang Hai's mother is too busy to see her son. Ye'er's phone calls are getting fewer and fewer, and the time in the hospital is getting shorter and shorter.
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Zhu Tong held the computer and read it all morning. Complex information filled his mind and he felt extremely tired. He had something to eat at noon, called Ye'er, changed his clothes and fell asleep.
He had been sleeping in darkness all this time. He had been hit by Snow Kuang Monk's legs and palms. In addition, he had shaken hands with Jiang Xiaoyu earlier. Although he was a master of Pengma Kung Fu, several acupuncture points on his chest, arms, and wrists were injured.
If the meridians are blocked, recovery will be slow.
"Brother, get up."
Zhu Tong reluctantly opened his eyes, but there was a flower, holding an exquisite food box, sitting on the bedside with a smile.
"For dinner, Sister Ye'er said that you like to drink white porridge. I just cooked it for Brother Hai. I'll give you a portion."
Duohua was wearing a red girl's outfit. She looked fresh and pleasant, but Zhu Tong just looked awkward. After taking a closer look, he saw that Duohua had dyed her hair. The original black hair was dyed dark brown.
A few strands of golden color were picked out from the bangs; the whole person felt more fashionable, and the tips of her hair were slightly raised outwards, highlighting her innocence and cuteness.
"Duohua, why did you dye your hair?" Zhu Tong frowned while drinking porridge; the sky outside was dim, and he slept for most of the day; but, why hasn't Ye'er come yet?
The question was: "Duohua, is there any news about Aunt Die? When will she come to Shanghai?"
"I don't know? She didn't call me, so I couldn't find my mother." Speaking of her mother, Duohua looked a little sad; no matter how old she was, it was the first time she had been away from Aunt Die for so long; Zhu Tong calculated,
It must have been more than a month.
"Send the money to her." After Zhu Tong finished his porridge, he took out two stacks of banknotes from his pocket, a brand new and unopened 20,000 yuan. This was the harvest from last night, and most of it was deposited into another credit card.
Duohua should be given tens of thousands. He has the responsibility to take care of Duohua, just like Huang Hai takes care of Ye'er. The little liar now has nearly three million, which is enough to buy a nice house in Shanghai.
However, he also faced a problem: money laundering.
Ye'er knew that he had more than one million yuan by his side. The two had discussed buying a house, and now Zhu Tong suddenly had an extra million.
Laundering one hundred thousand black money is not an easy task.
"No, the money Brother Hai gave me is enough." Duohua didn't even look at it. She packed her things and was about to leave, but Zhu Tong stopped her.
"It's not for you, it's for Auntie Die. She doesn't need much money alone in the mountains, but she needs money on the way to Shanghai and to buy some clothes. Duohua, you and Huang Hai are not married yet.
You can't always spend her money. If you need money in the future, come to me and get it."
Duohua tilted her head to think about it and took it: "I will pay you back when I make money. Brother, I will send these back. Can you lend me some more?"
The little liar had no intention of getting back the money he gave her: "How much does it cost?" Zhu Tong took the purse and asked to see how much money was left in it.
"Eight thousand;" Duohua said excitedly: "Brother, we have a dance teacher there. It's great. Every time I go to the training class, I have to stand at the door and watch for a long time. But Brother Hai won't let me
Learn to dance. I also want to learn to play the piano, but..."
"Go and learn. Dance when you want, sing when you want. It's better than being bored in the room. No one can take care of him when he's busy. Duohua should learn to dance."
Zhu Tong simply took out a card with about 100,000 yuan in it, handed it over and asked, "Can you use it?"
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Duohua asked him to take a closer look; "Password?"
Spending money is a good thing, and giving money to a woman feels good. Although the little liar is spending money for Duo, his heart is warm, and it feels better than when he gambles.
After Duohua left, Zhu Tong went to the bathroom to wash up.
In the mirror was a young man with a pale and haggard complexion. When he pressed his chest, it was still heavy. Zhu Tong smiled bitterly at the mirror. A master is a master. The power of Snow Monk's palm was only now revealed, and there was a faint discomfort in his chest and back.
Zhu Tong counted his dog skin plasters and found only three plasters left, one of which was the one he had improved. After much hesitation, he finally did not dare to experiment with his own body, so he stuck a dog skin plaster on his back made using the traditional method.
Close your eyes and feel the warm feeling.
The door of the ward rang. Ye'er came after get off work and was exhausted. It was already dark outside.
Zhu Tong knew it was her without even looking. At this time, he had a very subtle feeling. As long as Ye'er appeared within a hundred meters, Zhu Tong could feel it; perhaps, this was a subsidiary reward after the love story.
"Wangwang, Wangwang!" Ye'er brought the Yin-Yang dog with him. However, today's puppy was very strange. When he saw Zhu Tong rushing towards him, he immediately retreated and hid behind Ye'er; he stuck out his little head and looked suspiciously.
Look at this Zhu Tong.
"Mao Tou doesn't recognize you anymore. I've been too busy these days and may not be able to take care of you. I brought Mao Tou here. Do you know? When I went back yesterday, Mao Tou fell ill and I took him to the hospital..."
"Ye'er chatted happily, and finally felt something. She came closer to Zhu Tong and took a closer look: "You seem to be sick?"
"I didn't have a good rest last night, it's nothing." Zhu Tong held Ye'er in his arms, caressing her gently, hoping that he really was Li Xiang: "You should also pay more attention, you have worked too hard these days, and your face looks...
No, you've lost weight; is Mother Huang putting pressure on you?"
"Well, it's nothing. I feel so comfortable in your arms." Ye'er shook her head in denial and stayed in her lover's arms for a while. Like the yin-yang dog, she also felt the unpleasant smell of the dog skin plaster and pushed Zhu Tong away; "Let's go see the Yellow Sea.
, you two are both in the hospital, it just so happens that we have a party here, and Xiao Xiao will come soon. Did Duohua bring porridge for you to drink? I don’t have time today..."
Isn't that strange? Ye'er has never been so busy or mentally exhausted before. She must be under pressure.