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"Rest assured, fresh blood can be delivered in an hour. I just told you so much just to show my sincerity. The country really wants special talents like you to join, including your friends. Therefore, we will spare no effort and cost to save his life. " The young man pressed me back into the chair.

"Now, can you consider our cooperation?" He smiled his signature smile again.

"But …" I really don't know anything. " First it was six million, now it was a thousand miles of blood on a plane, and I couldn't think of any reason to refuse him. I believe he's really here to "send me the east wind".

"Hehe, right now you are just like a baby who has gotten a lot of wealth. How you spend the money and how you spend it is just a matter of time." Soong Dongfeng seemed to be very confident.

"Then what do you need me to do?" Unable to find a reason to refuse, he could only pry into the contents of the work first.

"For the time being, there are no tasks, but the country will subsidize your living expenses every month. When there are special circumstances that need to be handled by you, there will be an additional bonus."

"Oh, right!" I suddenly thought about the matter of Zhang Shan's blood and the silver slug, and immediately explained the situation to Soong Dongfeng.

Mm …" This is a really tricky question at the moment. " Hearing that, Soong Dongfeng frowned, and continued, "Anyway, there are currently no special missions, so all of you can go take care of your own matters first. The Secret Affairs Bureau is mysterious, but the system is very loose. It doesn't care what you do on a regular basis. I can also help you explore this unique little snake, and perhaps it will have a qualitative leap in the application and development of some clinical medicine. It's worth more than killing a hundred zombies! " As he finished speaking, he was also quite excited. He couldn't wait to start an investigation on the silver slug.

"I still want to wait until we settle Zhang Shan's problem, then sit down and discuss this matter. After all, I can't make the decision for him." I racked my brains for this reason.

Soong Dongfeng, on the other hand, was straightforward. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed immediately, that when we find the silver slug, we would settle our worries and discuss about joining again, but he still had to take off my phone number and tell me to keep this matter and his identity a secret.

With Soong Dongfeng's good offices, I safely walked out of the police station. Of course, there was no shortage of signatures and pledges to verify the confessions. The policeman who was arguing with me was so angry that his mouth was crooked and his eyes were crooked. The fat cop didn't mind at all. He even said goodbye cordially and wanted to play if he had nothing else to do.

What a joke, who would have the time to play in the police station!

Standing in the doorway of the police station, I couldn't open my eyes from the sun. It was almost noon. His jacket was given to the Corpse Supporting Spell, and the t-shirt inside was used to help Zhang Shan stop the bleeding. Right now, he was wearing an ordinary vest that he had gotten from the police station, which was at least two sizes bigger. He was even wearing it diagonally, with two points of light blooming on his chest.

I was in a hurry to visit Zhang Shan, but luckily, the police station wasn't too far away from where he was, so I jogged over to the hospital.

Before Zhang Shan's ward number came out, Soong Dongfeng had already told me what to do. He didn't waste any time at the nurse's station after he went upstairs and directly rushed into the ward. When I pushed open the door of the ward, I was stunned before I saw Zhang Shan. Good heavens! Soong Dongfeng spared no effort to recruit us.

It was a one-man intensive care unit, the size of four of my bedrooms. Directly across from the bed was a combination family theater, with DVDs and all sorts of games in the TV cabinet below.

Behind the huge french windows was a balcony at least six square meters wide. On it were two single sofas and a huge umbrella. In the transparent freezer behind the door, there were all kinds of tea, beverages, snacks, and fruits. In the innermost corner, there was even a desk and an advanced fully automatic massage chair.

In the middle of the sickroom was a big bed that was big enough to fit three people. Zhang Shan was quietly lying on it. The screens of the instruments on the head of the bed were constantly moving, but without exception, they showed that the patient's current signs had become normal.

It might be due to the anesthetic or an ischemic attack, but Zhang Shan was still deep in sleep. I tiptoed over, afraid to wake him, and found him still pale, but his right arm bandaged. All kinds of pipes were inserted into his body, crisscrossing it.

Relieved, I tiptoed back to the door, intending to go to the bathroom and wash my face. Pushing open the door to the washroom, I was even more surprised. This seemingly small bathroom was actually separated by a layer of dryness and wetness. A huge oval bathtub was placed inside, not only providing hot water for 24 hours, but also all sorts of toiletries and toiletries.

I simply took off my clothes and went in to have a nice bath. After the shower, I was worried. Originally, my pants were dirty and smelly, and I even grinded quite a bit. I really didn't want to wash up so clean and then wear that. Fortunately, there was still a phone number in the bathroom. I thought for a moment, then dialed Ni Qian's number.

An hour later, Ni Qian opened the ward's door with a bag of new clothes. I just said that Zhang Shan is a relative of mine from my hometown. I brought him out to play today and accidentally let a car break his arm, so I sent him to the hospital to observe.

As the intensive care unit was under the care of a professional nurse, I didn't need the patient's family to stay the night. I went out to eat dinner with Ni Qian and saw her off. The moment she stepped into the house, she immediately scolded, saying that she wouldn't be home for two whole days even if she ran out in the middle of the night. She didn't even know how to come back home and didn't pick up the phone.

Listening to Mom and Grandma's complaints, I was rarely very obedient. Compared to the cold and dark dugout, it was still warm inside the house …

Zhang Shan's recovery speed was extremely fast, and after three days he would be able to get off the bed and walk. The operation on his arm was also very successful, the doctor said after checking that it would definitely not affect his future activities and life. But in my heart, the courage of a silver slug is still a knot that cannot be untied. I must find some time to ask Zhang Shan about it.

Eight days after I came out of the dugout, I slipped out of work to visit Zhang Shan at the hospital. When I pushed open the door, I found him lying on the fully automated massage chair, enjoying himself, with a disgusted expression.

"Zhang Shan, there's something I need to ask you." I went straight to the point.

"Speak!" This fellow saw me and stood up. He pulled me to the sofa on the balcony. On the tea table, there was a set of kung fu tea set. The jade-green fragrance continuously emanated outwards.

Fucking enjoy it, I thought. Back then, he was slightly better, so I explained Soong Dongfeng's background and invitation. I had thought that he would straightforwardly agree, but didn't expect that this fellow seemed to have a grudge with the higher ups.

On the surface, Zhang Shan did not seem to go overboard. After all, he had helped us clean up our mess, so he still felt grateful towards us. However, he chose to avoid talking about the topic at hand. Right now, this fellow eats someone else's food while living with them. I really don't know what he's thinking, but according to my understanding of him, he shouldn't be such a person.

"Do you like snake gall?" I asked as my thoughts returned.

"Why do you ask?" He looked at me in confusion.

"It's nothing. I heard that snake gall is beneficial to the recovery of patients with external injuries. I plan to get a few to supplement you." I just don't know if you used to eat it or not, but if you don't eat it, then it'll be a waste. " I don't know if he really understands his condition, but he has to make a fool of himself first.

"Why should we waste that money? Isn't it good for me? " Zhang Shan said, and even waved his fist at me.

"Cut the crap. Just tell me if you've eaten before." I pushed his fist away and said impatiently.

"Mm …" In the early years and when I was a child, I ate a lot. My family lived on the mountain, and there were many snakes. I haven't had much to eat in recent years. " The guy thought for a while and said.

My heart thumped as I hastily asked, "Are you sure that you haven't eaten a single snake gall in the past few years?"

Zhang Shan lowered his head and thought for a long time, then said: "Indeed, I have never eaten a single one. It was all given to me by my master, and I have been running away with my grandfather for the past few years.

I am already certain that Zhang Shan does not know that I have to eat a silver slug every ten years. Just when I was considering whether I should tell him or not, he continued to speak: "Oh right, I have yet to tell you about my master, he is an experienced person, and within a hundred miles of our mountain, there is no one who does not know of him.

Looking at Zhang Shan who was beaming with joy, I withdrew my idea. Yeah, why should I tell him? Isn't this good? If a person knew that they didn't have much time left to live, then what would be the point? Even if I knew there was hope, every decade I lived on tenterhooks, and I couldn't stand it.

As long as he took some time to go up the mountain and follow his master to find that silver slug, wouldn't he be okay? At least I paid him back. Perhaps his master had already prepared snake gall and was waiting for him to go back to eat.

Thinking about it, I smiled and said to Zhang Shan: "Alright, no problem, when you are better we will go up the mountain. I, your master, would really like to meet someone who can teach Ah Xi how to use words that are so profound, so ancient and yet so modern.

Zhang Shan opened his mouth wide, and asked me with a foolish face: "How do you know my nickname? Who told you that? I don't remember anyone telling you that! "

"Hahahaha!" I laughed and drank some of my tea.