Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Wow, fate.

The first thing Chi Ke did when he got home from get off work was to turn off his cell phone, then take a shower, go to bed, and sleep soundly.

He was so tired that he almost didn't want to live anymore.

I didn’t even have any dreams during this sleep. I started sleeping at noon and was woken up by the message alert on my mobile phone at five in the morning. I unlocked the screen with sleepy eyes.

[Your bank card with the last number 5129 received 130,000.00 yuan at 4:59 am on October 18th...]

Chi Ke woke up instantly.

One hundred thousand is the salary he deserves. Is the remaining thirty thousand the medical expenses and compensation for mental damage?

Leng Yunting looks quite human when he is generous.

He squinted his eyes and buried his head in the pillow for a while, then sat up hugging the quilt, asked Secretary Sun for the card number that had helped him cover for the security guard, transferred 15,000 yuan to the other party, and readily ordered a takeout worth 80 yuan.

Suddenly I feel that life is quite interesting.

This bank card was just issued yesterday. It belongs completely to him and he has no burden in spending money.

But he overestimated his stomach capacity.

He hadn't eaten a full meal in a long time, and his empty stomach kept shrinking. Before one-third of the breakfast on the table was gone, Chi Ke couldn't swallow even half a bite.

He doesn't like the feeling of being overfed and sleepy, so he puts down his chopsticks without hesitation when he is 80% full and puts the rest in the refrigerator to have as a midnight snack when he gets home from work.

The alarm clock rang at this moment, and the time was just half past six.

Since I woke up earlier than planned, according to the schedule, I still had an hour before leaving for work.

Chi Ke thought about it, bought a course online, and learned programming from scratch.

In his previous life, he studied for both his bachelor's and master's degrees at Stanford, obtained a double degree in management and law, started his own business while an undergraduate, held meetings in office buildings on Wall Street, watched the sunrise in Los Angeles, experienced the extravagance of Las Vegas, and admired the night view of the Huangpu River from the floor-to-ceiling windows of a skyscraper in Shanghai.

Chi Ke has already reached the top of the pyramid in the industry. The original owner's business has even been reduced to a lower dimension for him and it is easy for him to get started.

Unless the boss goes crazy, this shift will feel like a vacation.

Since you don’t have to learn for your job, you can acquire some other skills in your free time.

It is always good to have many skills, and he likes the feeling of absorbing new knowledge.

If conditions allowed, he might have become a researcher, and studied physics, chemistry, biology, or medicine...

Study medicine?

Discipline and humility.

Strangely enough, so far, he can match every person he has met with the description in the original book one by one.

There may be some differences in their real personalities, but they are basically the same. If you don't understand them in depth, those people are not much different from the stereotyped images in the books.

Only Ji Qian.

That guy is so weird.

Chi Ke clenched his back teeth gently.

Do you think you are the only one who can cosplay Leng Yunting?

He thought coldly: Man, you succeeded in getting my attention.

…

“A-choo!”

In the office of the dean of the Sixth Hospital, Ji Qian sneezed loudly.

"What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?" The dean quickly looked for tissues, fearing that he had neglected Ji Shao.

"No, I'm in good health." Ji Qian thought for a moment and smiled implicitly, "I thought about it, then I scolded him, then I caught a cold. Someone actually got up early in the morning to miss me? Oh, I'm really touched."

Dean: “…”

He has always suggested that the head of cardiac surgery go to the brain department for a CT scan, but unfortunately his persuasion was in vain.

"You really want to resign?" The dean said with regret, "It will take a long time to pay back the investment if you open your own hospital at this time, right? Especially with the scale and location of your hospital. I still think you have more room for development if you stay in the Sixth Hospital."

"It's really hard to make back the money." Ji Qian fiddled with the hourglass on his desk nonchalantly, "But the capital wasn't mine, but the money I made is mine, so it's not so bad."

The dean smacked his lips. After knowing each other for such a long time, he finally had a real sense of his identity as the second son of the Ji family. He deliberately said in a sarcastic tone: "Okay, I will call you Little Ji in the Sixth Hospital. If we meet outside in the future, you have to call you Dean Ji."

Ji Qian was happy for a while, then said helplessly: "I didn't actually want to leave so early, but I couldn't refuse the elders' request."

"In that case, I won't waste my breath on keeping you here." The dean handed him the resignation documents he had prepared. "That's fine. I know you're more interested in research than clinical practice. When you have some free time in the future, try your best to make some contributions to the medical community."

Ji Qian nodded in agreement.

Left the dean's office and sat in the corridor for a while.

If he had quit his job two years ago, he would probably have invited a few good friends to have a big dinner to celebrate his new life.

But after thinking about it for a long time today, he suddenly realized that he didn't have a good friend who was familiar enough to have dinner with.

The only person I can eat barbecue and brag with is an emo abroad, mourning the appendix that was just removed yesterday.

Except that...

Ji Qian raised his eyebrows slightly.

The second face that came to my mind was a face I had only seen twice.

Chi Zhu in the original novel doesn’t seem to be that interesting.

Ji Qian had been in this world for more than a year and went abroad for further studies as soon as he landed.

During this year, he built up his own network of contacts and became familiar with all the systems in this world. His plan for the future was - no plan at all.

Many things in this world are the same as in the previous life, but many things are also different.

For example, there are very popular stars like Phoenix Legend in this world, but when he looked for his mentors and classmates from his previous life at Harvard, he couldn't find them.

It’s like the creator has thrown out a setting full of loopholes, and all the other details need to be slowly repaired by the people living here.

Ji Qian had a good memory and listed the outline of the original work in his mind. After writing a supplementary document of more than one million words to sort out the world view and interpersonal relationships, he confirmed that the concept of "parallel time and space" really existed.

At the same time, he was also very sure that he and Dr. Ji in the original book were not the same person.

For most people, it is unfortunate to be transported to such a bloody world.

But think about it from another angle. He died thoroughly in his previous life. He even clearly felt the separation of his soul and the silencing of his consciousness before he died. Now that he has saved his life for free, it doesn't seem so bad.

Just a bit boring.

There is no one who can tell the truth, and no friend who can share his own past.

If I use my current identity to say that I am a 25-year-old top student who graduated from Harvard Medical School, I will probably be posted online and labeled as a psychopath who tells lies all the time, right?

Ji Qian thought it was a pity.

How come no one gets the chance to really get to know me?

He once told the truth to his only friend in the past year, the guy who prayed to his appendix. As a result, the guy turned around and called over the top expert in brain surgery.

Ji Qian had not yet reached the point where he could be content and happy in a mental hospital, and he never revealed anything about his past after that.

However, just yesterday, he almost revealed this shocking secret to a stranger whom he had only met twice!

What is this called?

Ji Qian thought deliriously: Wow, fate.

Before returning to China, he made a detailed understanding of everyone in the original owner's network, and the first few meetings went very smoothly. No one, whether family or friends, could tell that he was different.

Only Chi Ke.

The first time he saw the man, he felt very strange.

It seemed as if all that information was just waste paper. None of the information was related to the other person. Even the photo didn't look like him. I couldn't tell where he didn't look like him, but he just didn't look like him in any way.

In Ji Qian's opinion, Chi Zhu should be a patient with severe depression at this time, so serious that even if the other party had not gone to the hospital for examination, he could tell from the details of the text.

As a doctor, he wanted to help the other party and was prepared to deal with him. However, when they met, he was caught off guard.

How does that guy look like he has depression?

Although he looks gentle and polite, he is actually in a good mental state. In the next second, he might use his divine right hand with a tie to hit Leng Yunting's golden left cheek.

Ji Qian imagined that scene and couldn't help shivering.

After shivering, I couldn't help laughing.

Before, when I worked for Leng Yunting, I just went with the flow, but now I really appreciate this job.

My colleague is so interesting. His curiosity has never been so aroused in his life.

It is a very rare feeling to open a book that you have read countless times again and see a hidden thread that you have never seen before.

It was as if someone was walking against the flow of people in the neon lights of a foggy city night, cleverly avoiding everyone, but just happened to bump into him who was submerged in it.

Ji Qian has always been a reckless man who is determined to do whatever he wants to do. After coming back to life, he believes even more in intuition and destiny.

He told Chi Ke that they were destined to be together and he was not joking. It didn’t matter if Chi Ke didn’t believe it now, because he would believe it sooner or later.

Ji Qian left the Sixth Hospital empty-handed, took out a document with "Chi Ke" printed on it from the car, and without hesitation for a second, tore it into pieces like a shredder, threw it into the trash can without leaving a single piece, and then drove away.

He likes change and accepts twists and turns.

The moment the Ferrari rushed out of the parking lot, it was a new beginning.

"Chi Ke."

Ji Qian was thinking about these two words all the way, thinking about them while waiting for the traffic light and thinking about them after getting off the car, and the more he thought about them, the more he liked them.

It's so strange, why do you like it so much?

He came to the pond with his fishing rod and sat there in a daze. After losing both the fish and the bait for the seventh time, he stood up suddenly and sighed again:

Oh wow, fate.

…

"A-choo."

Chi Ke was scolded by Leng Yunting in the office for an hour, and finally he couldn't hold back a sneeze.

"A-choo? You still have the nerve to sneeze?" Leng Yunting was incredulous. "You betrayed me to protect Meng Zao from disaster, and you actually had the nerve to catch a cold? This cold was not caused by your boss. Did I allow you to catch it?"

The bath towels that a doctor sent yesterday were very timely. Chi Ke didn’t have a cold, but he just couldn’t get used to the perfume in the room and his nose was itchy.

He didn't want to waste time talking to Leng Yunting, so he just made up a story: "First I thought about it, then I got scolded, then I caught a cold. I..."

He wanted to say, "My love is waiting for me, what's it to you?"

But this sentence was too shocking and corny, so he couldn't say it out loud, so he forced himself to "a-sneeze" again, and said in a businesslike voice: "Someone just scolded me. Do you want me to send you the information of the person who scolded me within three minutes?"

"That's not necessary." Leng Yunting was comforted by his professional attitude and calmly sat back in the sofa chair to think.

After a while, he asked, "Your tone just now was a little strange. I don't like it. Say it again."

Chi Ke: “.”

Mr. Leng, who has extremely sensitive skin, actually heard his sarcastic tone?

Chi Ke suppressed his temper and repeated in a calm tone, "Someone just scolded me. Do you want me to send you the information of the person who scolded me within three minutes?"

"Much more comfortable." Leng Yunting was very satisfied. "No need for the information. It's not worth your effort. By the way, you should prepare in the next few days. We will fly to the United States after Mianmian's birthday on Thursday."

"Hmm?" Chi Ke confirmed his schedule three times this morning and confirmed that this flight was not in his plan. "I don't have any official business in the United States recently."

"An emergency trip." Leng Yunting pinched his nose with a headache, "My eldest brother was on a business trip in the United States and suddenly got acute appendicitis. He just came out of the operating room and needs me to clean up."

"Okay." Chi Ke quickly adjusted his schedule and went over. "Do I need to host a birthday dinner on Thursday and send out invitations?"

"Book a restaurant as normal, and skip the dinner." Leng Yunting raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, "It's just a substitute, there's no need to spend so much time."

You spend twenty hours out of the twenty-four hours a day on Xu Lemian. Do you call that not wasting time?

Chi Ke smiled: "Okay, Mr. Leng. Miss Meng..."

"How dare you mention her?!" Leng Yunting slammed the table again and said, "Do your job well and don't get involved next time."

Chi Ke shook his head: "Boss Leng, the Meng family is not something you shouldn't be involved in."

The Leng family and the Meng family are old friends. It is not reasonable for Leng Yunting to insult Meng Zao like that. It is just that Meng Zao likes him not to complain. If these things were ever brought to the attention of the elders, Leng Yunting would be in big trouble.

"I have sent someone to appease Miss Meng and apologize, but you need to decide on the compensation. However, things are quite tight recently, so I suggest you meet with Miss Meng after you return from the United States."

After Chi Ke finished speaking, he frowned subtly.

He is used to being a leader. Although he does not have the bad habit of giving orders from a high position, his words always unconsciously carry a tone of discussing matters with others on an equal footing.

Of course there is nothing wrong with saying this among colleagues, but he is only a special assistant now, and his boss is someone like Leng Yunting, so he is afraid that his salary will be deducted.

However, just when he was about to sigh, Leng Yunting did not react at all.

He even accepted it with a "hmm" and said, "Let's do as you say."

Chi Ke narrowed his eyes.

Leng Yunting's dependence and tolerance on the original owner was not an illusion. The original owner must not be an ordinary junior assistant.

"Chi Zhu," Leng Yunting lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "There's not much to do today. The weather is so good, what activities do you think I should arrange?"

Chi Ke looked out the window.

A cloudy, sunny day without too strong sun is really nice.

He has no habit of outdoor sports. If you want to talk about astronomy and geography, he can probably talk for three days and three nights, but when it comes to sports, he only knows a few pieces of gym equipment.

After thinking for a long time, Chi Ke suggested: "Fishing?"

"..." Leng Yunting rolled his eyes, "Call the horse farm, bring Amiri out, and invite the Li family boss and Yi Chen."

"Okay." Chi Ke, "So after picking up Mr. Xu from school tonight, are we going to take him to the horse ranch?"

The three male guests are already in place, and all that’s missing is a leading role before the big show can begin.

"What are you going to do with him?" Leng Yunting didn't want others to see the substitute he raised. What's the point of bringing out something that is not presentable?

He said coldly: "Send it back home."

Chi Ke said "Oh", still not caring about their emotional disputes, but when he turned and left, he thought -

Where is the fun of horse riding?

If he had to choose, he would rather go fishing.