69novels Chapter 168 All Proof of Favoritism
Chapter 168 All Proof of Favoritism
Zhu Fu Jingguang and Conan, who were familiar with Yun Xianhe's occasional sudden illness, took action immediately.
One of them carried the person to the bathroom for a simple physical check, and the other went back to the room to help get clean clothes.
I even suspect that Yun Xianhe got sick because of the cold caused by the rain.
Conan also specifically asked Xiaolan and the others to prepare a blanket and hot water.
After struggling for a while, Yun Xianhe, whose throat was sore from vomiting at the sink, finally returned to the room and sat back in his beloved wheelchair.
On this day, I first felt Yun Xianhe's terrifying analytical ability;
Then I saw the other party jump down from the second floor like a god and attack the Taoist Association;
Finally, he was sitting in a wheelchair, covered with a thin blanket and holding hot water...
Kyogoku pushed his glasses up, feeling that he couldn't quite understand the person in front of him.
A person who is strong, reserved, and yet seems too weak.
Could it be that the other party was originally very powerful, but something unexpected happened and he became like this?
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.
Even Yuanzi was shocked when she followed Xiaolan and the others into the room and saw Yun Xianhe coughing up blood.
She had known for a long time that the heir of Fuyun Group was in poor health.
But seeing the other person like this in person was still very shocking.
This is much scarier than the last time at the Snow Mountain Villa.
On the other hand, Officer Yokomizo, who was stopped while driving an ambulance, was very confused.
He was even a little angry at Yun Xianhe's repeated refusal to go to the hospital.
Why don’t children nowadays take their own lives seriously?
But as long as he frowns!
The child looked at him with a miserable and aggrieved expression, and his eyes seemed like they would turn red in the next second.
...No, the destructive power is too great and I can’t withstand it.
Looking at Morifushi Keimitsu who skillfully asked Kyogoku Makoto if there was a family doctor nearby, Officer Yokomizo touched the back of his head.
Forget it, it’s someone else’s child, it doesn’t seem good to control too much.
It takes more than an hour to see the nearest family doctor.
Surrounded by a group of people, Yun Xianhe silently swallowed the blood that was rising in his throat, half-lying in the wheelchair with his head down.
When the system was calculating just now, he saw a message of 'avoiding Kyogoku Makoto from getting hurt'.
However, because 'Redemption' is currently a cumulative value and has no penalty, he ignored it.
The brave man lowered his eyes and drank the water in small sips.
Conan, who was standing by, looked at the dark blood color gradually spreading in the transparent water cup, and silently reached out to snatch it away.
"?"
Yun Xianhe, with empty hands, looked up at Conan.
The latter ran over and handed the cup of water to Zhu Fu Jingguang.
I don’t know what the two of them talked about.
In the end, looking at Conan who had returned with a glass of water, Yun Xianhe reached out and rubbed his head:
"What are you discussing with Mr. Guang?"
"I just think your glass of water has been adulterated. It would be better to change it."
Yun Xianhe paused when he heard this, and remembered a kind of wine in his own world that was made from the blood of plant creatures.
He remembered that Uncle Shitou once told him that it tasted very good.
Well - strictly speaking, it should be considered plant juice, it doesn't seem to be the same thing.
On the other side, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was holding a cup, was talking on the phone.
On the other end of the phone,
When Huiyuan Ai in the laboratory heard him ask if he could help analyze the blood sample, she paused:
"Xianhe's?"
"Ah."
"To be on the safe side, at least 10ml is needed."
"Is it okay to spit it out?"
"???"
For a moment, Haibara Ai suspected that she had heard something wrong.
She stood stiffly beside the laboratory table with her hands raised, recalling the figure lying in the snow that night.
Fragile and confused.
She felt that she couldn't understand that person.
"It's better to extract it. ... Spitting it out is also fine."
Haibara also heard from Conan that the other party did not like the hospital.
Obviously, it is not easy to draw blood from someone who is likely to resist.
"Okay, trouble."
"You're welcome."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Fujingguang looked at the water on his hands that was stained with a thin layer of red, and his eyes darkened.
I hope it's not what Conan said.
Yun Xianhe, who had no idea that he had been poisoned by rumors again, was responding to Conan's words incoherently.
Vomiting blood is really uncomfortable.
This punishment only specifies the amount of bleeding, not the time frame, which is a good thing.
In other words, Yun Xianhe could swallow those things without making a sound, and then spit them all out in a deserted place later.
"Brother Xianhe?"
The man who had vomited nearly 300 milliliters of liquid due to the sudden entry of Mr. Guang and others now looked a little weak.
Yun Xianhe raised his eyes slightly and looked at Conan who was constantly talking to him, and saw deep worry in the other's eyes.
I don’t know what this silly kid has imagined.
He was so busy suppressing the nauseous feeling in his throat that he had no time to talk.
Yun Xianhe smiled at Conan and explained in a low voice:
"a bit tired."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and dozed off without caring what Conan might be thinking.
Seeing that he seemed tired, Conan stopped talking decisively and just looked at the other's pale cheek with worry.
"Alright Conan, let Xianhe rest for a while until the family doctor comes to check."
Xiaolan led Conan to one side of the room to prevent him from disturbing Yun Xianhe's rest.
Kyogoku Makoto originally wanted to ask the other party why he didn't go to the hospital. He didn't want to see the end of the strong man.
Yuanzi, who was standing by, quickly nudged him with his elbow and gave him a look.
The nobleman, whose attributes were a bit wooden, didn't quite understand it and blinked twice in a daze.
Yuanzi slapped his forehead, reached out and pulled the other person into a small corner of the room, and explained in a muttered voice for a while.
Yun Xianhe, who had his eyes closed, could feel someone talking in the distance.
It's still raining outside the window.
Someone came over to him, helped him close the window, and took away the cup of water on the table next to him.
[Remaining time of "Like a Dream", 00:47:38]
The rustling sound mixed into the tinnitus, and a feeling of dizziness came over me.
The burning sensation in my throat overlapped with the recurring nausea in my stomach.
The thick smell of blood in the breath, mixed with the inevitable darkness brought by the lowered head and drooping eyelashes,
Drag your thoughts into those dark times in your memory.
He is the best.
When Yun Xianhe asked him, "Will the world be bright in the future?", the other party gave a positive answer.
So in his world,
Even on rainy nights, the sky is not completely dark.
Whether it is the luminous rain, the thin clouds,
Or the starlight that penetrates the cracks in the clouds and mixes with the rain, all of which are proof of His favor.
Therefore.
Only those purely dark nights in his memory would leave a deep impression on him.
First the sun fell,
Then I lost contact with Him and received no response.
Then all kinds of negative news about the brave team spread among the people.
All the malice seemed to erupt overnight.
At that time, the brave hero who was the cornerstone pressed his chest strangely, and a feeling of panic and nausea lingered for a long time and refused to dissipate.
There is something wrong with the world.
[“Hello.”]
The man was clad in black, with most of his face hidden by the hood of his cloak.
One could only see his stiff smile through the crystal lamp in his hand.
And the suture line that seemed to stretch from the corner of the mouth to the back of the head.
The gentle voice, coupled with the skin color that was obviously not of a living person and the stiff movements, seemed extremely strange.
The black-robed figure looked like a barely delicate puppet. He saluted gracefully and spoke politely:
[“Dear brave man, we have specially prepared a banquet. I hope you and your friends can come and enjoy it.”]
The great achievements of nearly a thousand years ago cannot outweigh the slander and defamation.
The brave team had already gradually lost the praise, admiration and attention in the long river of time.
Because of the "atrocities" some time ago, they have been criticized and watched by countless people.
Invite them to the party at this critical juncture?
The gentleman standing next to the hero took half a step forward, still with that gentle smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.
[“Who is your master?”]
[“I’m sorry I can’t answer that, but he said there’s something you might be interested in. It’s about your friend.”]
bass!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed was particularly obvious in the dark night.
The night sky above was still filled with stars, but without a single glimmer of light.
In the real world, the hero's fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair twitched nervously.
The slightly curled eyelashes trembled a few times, then slowly opened.
Less than a meter in front of me, the light was shining on the tatami of the hotel, and I could see several people sitting and talking not far away.
Looking back, endless darkness was spreading, and the crystal lamp in his hand emitted an orange light.
A little bit in front of the left side of the wheelchair, the gentleman was standing.
The ghost beside me, and Cotton and Uncle Stone behind me.
In this dark night, they held crystal lamps and stood by his side.
[Remaining time of "Like a Dream", 00:35:58]
The hero took a deep breath and coughed twice.
Don't let him recall these things in his final moments...
"Brother Xianhe? Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"
"Wait a little longer, the doctor will be here soon."
Conan and Zhufu Jingguang, who were always keeping an eye on Yun Xianhe, looked up.
The former waved his hand without saying anything, but just slowed down the angle of the wheelchair backrest and slowly lay down.
The brave man closed his eyes and forcibly shattered the image.
He dragged the frozen people from the darkness into the sunlight, recalling the scenes of them once laughing and playing under the clear sky.
The healer with short curly beige blond hair skipped past him, pulling the thin string tied to the kite in her hand.
[“Ayun, look! The little flower No. 2 I made is flying!”]