Chapter 18: Humans and Gods share the anger
Ever since Cong Chun listened to the voice message sent by the young master, he had a nightmare that very night.
In the dream, there was a cute little monk tapping a wooden fish and following Cong Chun around, chattering incessantly.
The adorable little monk turned around and found that he had the exact same face as the young master, which startled Cong Chun awake from his sleep, leaving him covered in cold sweat.
He was wide awake, yawned, and slowly got out of bed.
This afternoon, I'm going to accompany the young master for a follow-up check-up. The night before, Butler Chen sent a message to Cong Chun, asking him to prepare all the young master's medical records in advance and to bring a folding wheelchair.
The folding wheelchair was actually prepared when Duan Mingxiao was admitted to the hospital on the first day after his fracture, but this young master felt ashamed to be sitting in a wheelchair and stubbornly insisted on using crutches.
It's always better to be prepared. Last night, Butler Chen reminded Cong Chun to bring Duan Mingxiao some things to the hospital tomorrow.
This morning, Cong Chun retrieved the key and went to the storage room where the folding wheelchair was kept.
He entered this room, which few people would set foot in. It was cleaned once a month, not as frequently as other places, but it was always kept clean.
The warm sunlight outside the window was completely blocked by the heavy curtains, so Cong Chun stepped forward and pulled them open.
In an instant, the storage room became brightly lit, and everything inside was on full display. The first thing that caught Cong Chun's eye was the gleaming glass display case.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the display case in front of her, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her eyes swept over the countless trophies and medals, all bearing the name of one person—Duan Mingxiao.
The sunlight silently gilded the trophies in the display case with a golden edge.
As his gaze fell upon these dazzling trophies, Cong Chun instantly pictured Duan Mingxiao's triumphant victory.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun saw his own shadow cast on the display case.
He seems quite different from who he used to be. His hair has grown slowly over the long years, and he has been admitted to the best university in the country.
Cong Chun knew that everything would turn out for the best.
That afternoon, it was time for Duan Mingxiao to go to the city's central hospital for his regular check-up.
Inside the examination room, the results of the instrument examination were good. If this continues, at this rate of healing, the cast on Duan Mingxiao's left leg can be removed in less than a month.
Cong Chun, standing to the side, was even happier than Duan Mingxiao, the person involved, upon hearing the orthopedic doctor's words.
Seeing Cong Chun's appearance, Duan Mingxiao couldn't resist pinching his arm.
"Silly Chun, why do you look happier than I am?"
Cong Chun nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"His leg will be healed soon, and I'm so happy for the young master."
[So attentive to me? Wait... could it be that you're hoping to get rid of me as soon as my leg heals...?]
Cong Chun didn't understand why the young master would suddenly have the idea of getting rid of him. He was genuinely happy because the young master's left leg was about to heal.
After the check-up, the two were preparing to return to the Duan family home. As expected, the folding wheelchair was left unused in the trunk of the car.
Cong Chun had only mentioned it briefly in front of Duan Mingxiao, but the young master croaked like a frog, almost jumping around, showing great resistance.
Cong Chun had no choice but to give up. He carefully observed the road conditions under Duan Mingxiao's feet, fearing that the young master might fall to the ground due to the inconvenience of walking with his cane.
However, Duan Mingxiao had no intention of returning to the Duan family.
After Duan Mingxiao broke his leg, he specially asked professionals to test the performance of his previous race car, because the manufacturing and research and development cost of a race car is very expensive, reaching hundreds of millions of yuan.
His mother is a businesswoman, and Yunlan Shuang would definitely notice the movement of such a large sum of money.
He could only modify the existing old car, even though many of its components were outdated.
Duan Mingxiao told Cong Chun to go back to the Duan family home first, as he wanted to go to the site to see the test results of the modified race car.
Cong Chun couldn't stop him; he watched helplessly as Duan Mingxiao, leaning on crutches, limped into a taxi.
For a few seconds, Cong Chun stood there watching the taxi slowly drive away into the distance, exchanging bewildered glances with the driver beside him.
The two couldn't help but marvel at the young master's remarkable resilience...
Not long after, Duan Mingxiao arrived at a private racing car modification factory in the suburbs and walked in with his cane.
Li Li, who was leaning against the wall smoking, immediately noticed Duan Mingxiao. A shrewd look flashed in the man's eyes. He exchanged glances with the brothers around him and stepped forward in unison.
The man in front of me was dressed head to toe in designer clothes; he looked like a rich young master from a wealthy family.
Oh wow, those shoes they're wearing probably cost them a year's worth of expenses.
They originally wanted to come here to spend some money to borrow a car, take some photos, and make some friends, but they didn't expect the owner to hide and refuse to see them.
They really don't know what's good for them; they weren't planning to freeload.
In an instant, Duan Mingxiao was surrounded by three smoky little potatoes. The increasingly acrid smell of smoke and the stuffy, sour smell of sweat emanating from these people made the young master frown tightly.
It was like a cesspool exploding.
Li Li was about to put his arm around Duan Mingxiao's shoulder and become sworn brothers, but Duan Mingxiao dodged him without hesitation.
Li Li's expression turned cold in an instant. How could these two be so ungrateful?
Before he could speak, Duan Mingxiao spoke first.
"Get lost."
"It stinks!"
Li Li was furious and glared fiercely at Duan Mingxiao.
"You cripple, what did you say? Say it again if you dare."
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes, subconsciously raising the corners of his lips, and laughed in anger at the several unidentified objects in front of him that looked like "human and divine dung".
The next second, the boy lazily lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
"This young master hopes you few lumps of rice will all get lost."
“Go back to where you belong.”
The anger of the people in front of him was easily provoked by Duan Mingxiao's few words, and they wished they could tear him apart alive.
Li Li shouted a rebuke.
"Let's kill him together."
"Let's see if he dares to be arrogant."
Duan Mingxiao snorted coldly, a hint of ruthlessness and excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Heh, I've never backed down."
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