Sure enough, the car shot off in a flash.
Fang Minghao hurriedly shouted, "Hey, don't go... I'm not in the car... Xiao Jiu, stop the car..."
Frustrated and anxious, he chased after the car, trying to open the door.
Unfortunately, after several attempts, they were still left behind, neither too close nor too far, and could only continue chasing while inhaling dust and exhaust fumes.
"Hahaha, Brother Mu, isn't it a bit much for us to just leave him like this? Won't he go berserk?" Although Cheng Jiulang said it wasn't a good idea, there wasn't a trace of regret on his face, only a mocking look of amusement.
Shang Ziming glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said casually, "Keep the speed up. Cough cough, his brain is lacking oxygen, he needs more exercise, cough cough."
"I understand." Cheng Jiulang said worriedly when he heard Shang Ziming coughing again. "Brother Mu, there's water in your cup, drink some quickly."
"Cough, I'm fine." Shang Ziming's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stopped talking.
These days, he coughs if he talks too much, so he usually doesn't talk or talks less to keep from coughing.
Cheng Jiulang frowned slightly and comforted him, "Brother Mu, don't worry, this news should be true. We will definitely be able to find Doctor Hua and cure your cough."
Shang Ziming lowered his eyes, gave a soft "hmm," and seemed lost in thought, appearing calm and collected.
Five years ago, during a mission, Shang Ziming bravely risked his life to save innocent civilians, but unfortunately contracted an unknown virus sent by enemy agents.
Despite receiving the best treatment in the country at the time, the lesions could not be completely removed, leaving him with a cough and a significant decline in his physical condition.
For an outstanding soldier charging on the front lines, this is undoubtedly a fatal blow.
Although unwilling, he could only step down to the second line and take on behind-the-scenes leadership work.
Of course, his excellence is beyond doubt. His career continues to flourish. In just three years, he has made numerous contributions and has already reached the rank of major general at a young age.
In recent years, his family and his superiors have been very worried about his health and have never given up on him, helping him to find famous doctors in the hope of curing him.
So, they found out that there was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the south of the city who was said to be a descendant of Hua Tuo. He was highly skilled in medicine and was known as a divine doctor, so they went to find him.
The car entered an alley and gradually slowed down.
Panting heavily, Fang Minghao, who was chasing after him, finally managed to open the car door and quickly got into the back seat.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted. You little brat, just you wait." Fang Minghao panted heavily, gesturing threateningly with his fingers towards Cheng Jiulang.
Cheng Jiulang was not afraid of him at all. His protector was Brother Mu. With Brother Mu around, all the monsters and demons would have to kneel down.
"Don't wait for me, Brother Hao. How could I disobey Brother Mu's orders?" Cheng Jiulang said with a grin. "If you're so capable, go find Brother Mu. Why are you trying to scare me?"
"You, you little rascal." Fang Minghao gritted his teeth, silently swallowing his anger, and sighed, "Sure enough, when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs rise to heaven. Alas, poor me, this pitiful little cabbage with no one to care for me..."
Finally, they added a bit of operatic singing, making it look neither fish nor fowl.
"Haha." Cheng Jiulang laughed, "You're still a newbie? Then who's hiding behind Brother Mu, pretending to be powerful? Alright, Brother Haozi, let's get off the bus."
"Huh? We're here already? I just got here to catch my breath." Fang Minghao muttered reluctantly but had no choice but to get out of the car.
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