Chapter 787

"With the blessing of Sansheng mirror, it's not a big burden for ah ye to change his body," Uncle Qi touched his beard. "Just pouring his thoughts into another body and attaching them to the data are two completely different concepts. This process will be very painful..."

"That's it," said Qiao Ye without hesitation. "The sooner the better."

In fact, ah Li didn't want Qiao ye to risk himself, but seeing his brother's determined appearance, he couldn't say any more words to stop him, so he had to follow him.

So the situation became what it is now.

Qiao Ye pulls out a piece of paper and blocks his nose. His mind is dizzy. It seems that the whole person is floating in the air and hasn't landed yet.

He was about to pour himself a cup of hot water when the telephone at hand rang.

Qiao Ye picked up his cell phone and looked at it. His dizzy brain suddenly woke up a little.

"Hello, Xiao Xiao?" the man's voice was weak and soft, which was very different from his usual clear pronunciation.

Wen Xiao on the other end of the phone was startled by the hook's voice. What she just wanted to say about her brother's going to No. 1 middle school was also held back. She asked tentatively, "President Qiao, what's the matter with you? Are you not feeling well?"

"Nothing. It's just a little cold," Qiao Ye coughed weakly, and his nasal sound sounded heavier. "What's the matter with you calling me?"

"Nothing, just want to ask about Xiaoming..."

The man's cough suddenly and violently sounded, with a dull sound pretending to be depressed.

"Joe, are you really all right?" Wen Xiao asked anxiously, "have you taken the medicine? Do you have a fever?"

"It's just a cold. You don't need to take medicine," Qiao Ye whispered. "You said about Xiaoming's transfer to school..."

"How can I not take medicine?" Wen Xiao suddenly got anxious. "Where are you now? I'll buy some medicine for you."

Qiao ye at the other end of the phone gently hooks the corner of his mouth, hesitates and says, "it doesn't matter. Maybe it'll be fine in a while..."

"How can a cold be cured?" Wen Xiao hurriedly put on his coat while talking on the phone. "I'll go to your house to find you. Drink some water first and I'll be there in a minute."

With a hoarse voice, Qiao Ye hung up the phone and turned to the bathroom.

"Why are you going?" ah Li asked curiously, "Wen Xiao is coming. Don't you tidy up your home?"

"I'll take a shower." the man walked into the bathroom and turned on the water heater without hesitation to minimize the temperature.

"Are you crazy?! you are still sick!" ah Li's eyes are red. He wants to stop him, but there is nothing he can do. He can only watch the man put himself under the cold water, and his face shows an abnormal damp red.

"The cold is too mild. She will leave when she comes to deliver the medicine." Qiao Ye feels almost done. He reluctantly turns off the tap, wipes himself dry and blows his hair dry. He lies back in bed and pretends to be dead. "If I'm more seriously ill, she might stay here and take care of me all night."

A Li stared at the man in his household clothes and his face was flushed. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Really... Crazy..." ah Li muttered, and then sighed helplessly.

When the doorbell rings, Qiao Ye grabs his hair and pulls his collar before opening the door to make himself look worse.