"Who are you?"
"Pei Yiming."
Xu Jing understood. It was the military advisor behind Mo Zechuan who gave him advice. "You're a doctor. You can cure his illness."
"That's not what I meant." Pei Yiming rubbed his eyebrows. He always had a headache when he encountered patients who did not follow the doctor's orders.
Due to Mo Zechuan's identity, they couldn't knock him out and take him away, so they could only request off-field assistance.
"The initial diagnosis is a gastrointestinal problem. The specific cause will only be known after an X-ray. You..."
Xu Jing interrupted him, his words revealing his true ruthlessness. "Let him die."
Mo Zechuan's face was pale. He didn't hear the previous words, but this sentence made him feel confused and his eyes were unconsciously filled with a mist.
"Click!" The person on the other end of the line hung up the phone mercilessly, and Mo Zechuan's heart also "clicked."
"How could he, how could he say that?"
It was the first time that he heard such heartless words from Xiao Zhou. These four short words made his heart bleed and tears flow.
"You...ah" Pei Yiming sighed heavily, looking at Mo Zechuan who was on the verge of collapse, and couldn't think of anything to say for a moment.
Should he blame Zhou Jinxi for being too heartless, or should he blame Mo Zechuan for being too deeply involved and forgetting his true nature?
He no longer looks like a high-spirited business genius, but more like a little beast in love, silently licking its wounds.
Without his powerful disguise, he became as fragile as glass. He was as hard as iron, but ended up shattered into pieces, which was really sad.
"What happened?" Pei Yiming pulled out a few napkins and handed them over. Mo Zechuan unconsciously took them, wiping away the tears welling up in his eyes, and said word by word: "I lost him."
"What?" It wasn't a fragile object, nor were they separated by a world of difference. They were both in Jiangcheng, so what couldn't be said openly?
Mo Zechuan opened the car window and let the wind blow his hair and dry the tears that were still on his cheeks.
"He doesn't want me anymore."
I originally thought that his anger would subside after a week, and Mo Zechuan also wanted to find a way to integrate into his life again.
You can say that he is shameless or that he is shameless and is just trying to get what he wants.
He just can't forget the week he spent with Xiao Zhou, and he just can't forget him.
There are no vows of love, no sweet words, and both of them are unwilling to admit defeat. They are at loggerheads as soon as they meet. Can such love still be called love?
It’s not called love, it’s called obsession.
It was he who insisted on keeping Xiao Zhou by his side, and it was he who possessed Xiao Zhou at all costs and obtained him by force and plunder.
Even if he got it, he wouldn't cherish it, and would belittle him to the point of being worthless. He even belittled him in front of Ning Su.
He is so hateful and deserves to die as Xiao Zhou said.
If he died, he would be forgiven.
"You..." Pei Yiming was also encountering Mo Zechuan in a low-pressure state for the first time. He was both angry and amused. "He said one thing to you, and you died. Do you think his words are imperial decrees? Mo Zechuan, your life is too cheap."
Mo Zechuan held his stomach tightly and said nothing.
"Well, the person who tied the bell must untie it. I'll help you."
If this continues, someone might even die.
Pei Yiming thought Mo Zechuan was an idiot. It was just a relationship, wasn't it necessary to throw his whole body and soul into it in just one week? It wasn't like he couldn't find someone similar.
Even though it is confusing for bystanders, it is too easy for those involved to get into a dead end.
Why do you have to be so stubborn when communication can solve the problem? It's incomprehensible, incomprehensible.
"Zhou Jinxi, this is Pei Yiming. I've reviewed the recipe for the Chinese herbal mask you provided, and I need to confirm the dosage with you. While I'm free, why don't you come to xx Hospital?"
"No thanks." Xu Jing was sitting in the lounge resting when he received another call from Mo Zechuan. He was now starting to retreat in order to advance, letting his friends step forward to protect him from the wind and rain. He was really promising.
Why would he go if he knew it was a self-torture tactic?
Xu Jing's lips curled into a cold hue. "I gave the recipe to Mo Zechuan. If you have any questions, go to him, not me."
"Xiao Zhou." Mo Zechuan endured the pain and took the phone from Pei Yiming's hand. "The registration with the National Medical Products Administration has been approved, and the mask will soon go into production. If you don't provide technical guidance, the company will suffer huge losses..."
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Xu Jing sneered, "I told you it's a gift. What you want to do is your business. Whether you make money or lose money has nothing to do with me. Don't contact me anymore."
"Xiao Zhou, don't hang up." Mo Zechuan held the phone tightly and said in a pleading tone: "I didn't lie to you. I have a stomachache, and then..."
"I'm not licensed to practice medicine, you said."
The boomerang cut through his heart again, and Mo Zechuan burst into tears and sobbed in pain.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I didn't mean it. I just didn't want you to save Ning Su. I didn't want you to be too close to Ning Su. I was jealous and said that. You..."
"What does it matter?" Xu Jing didn't care about the twists and turns inside. When he was ruthless, he really didn't care about anything and only considered his own mood.
"Mo Zechuan, don't mind my business. How dare you talk to me?"
Pei Yiming couldn't bear to listen any longer. Mo Zechuan was on speakerphone, and he was twitching when he heard it.
He wasn't Xu Ziyu, so he wouldn't blindly side with his brother. But the other party was aggressive, and to be honest, he didn't understand what was going on, but he knew he had gone too far.
"Zhou Jinxi, speak up. You're young now, and you don't know the consequences of speaking harshly. I still advise you..."
"Doctor Pei," Xu Jing's tone became even colder. "He's said things even more outrageous than I have. Just because he's in such a high position doesn't mean he's irresponsible!"
Mo Zechuan's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word before tears burst out and he cried uncontrollably.
The fruit of regret is sour and astringent, bitter to the heart.
"Xiao Zhou, I..."
"Don't yell at me, I feel sick."
Xu Jing also didn't want to hate these rich people. In his opinion, money and power were fleeting, and how much joy could the superficial prosperity bring to people?
The responsibility of a family is too heavy to bear. He has experienced it before and doesn't want to face it again.
"Since you saved my life, I'll give you a recipe. Don't look for me in the future."
"You know what's wrong with him without even looking?" Pei Yiming laughed. "No wonder he said you don't have medical qualifications and can't treat him. Zhou Jinxi, you're an adult and you have to take responsibility for your actions."
"I know." Xu Jing understood what disease Mo Zechuan had better than anyone else.
It's just a pretentious disease, and only he can cure it.
"You ask him to go to the hospital. If he doesn't go, I won't come."
"I'll go." Mo Zechuan, who had been struggling with Pei Yiming for a long time and refused to go, felt relieved after hearing that he would come.
As long as he can come.
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