Chapter 28: I got a strange disease that made my feathers fall off
He Zhimo lowered his head in a daze, staring at the white feather falling on his little palm without blinking.
feather……
Such feathers again...
This is the third time.
The first two times, He Zhimo thought that it was just as the housekeeper said, that the down feathers had accidentally leaked out of the quilt. And after he told his father that night, his father personally checked the new quilt for him the next day to make sure there was no problem before replacing it with a new one.
But, it’s only been two days, how come feathers are falling out again?
After all, it was just a three-year-old cub. Holding the small feather, its thick and curled eyelashes trembled slightly. It pursed its lips and looked back at the bed uneasily.
There were no feathers on the bed this time.
That is to say... that is to say...
The feather didn't fall from the bed at all, but... it fell off from his back when he scratched it...
But why did feathers fall from his body?
He Zhimo rolled his eyes in panic, mustered up his courage, and tried scratching his back again.
When he spread out his little hands, sure enough, another piece of thin and soft down fell into his palms.
He Zhimo was so frightened that his hands trembled and feathers fell to his feet.
He quickly thought of the fact that he had been in poor health since birth.
Once when I went to the He family’s old house to visit my great-grandmother, I was laughed at by the grandson of a certain uncle and was said to be a little sickly kid who had to rely on taking medicine and injections every day to survive!
He Zhimo was only a little over two years old at the time. After hearing this, he was so angry that he knocked him to the ground with his head and burst into tears. He flexed his sturdy little arms and legs and responded fiercely in a stern voice: "Cry, cry, cry, you only know how to cry. You can't even compare to the strength of a little broken medicine jar! How dare you cry!"
The guy couldn't win the argument, and was so angry that he ran back to his father crying.
He Zhimo was not afraid. The final result was that since that day, that guy was never brought to the He family's old house again.
He Zhimo never felt guilty about his physical weakness, because his father had always told him since he was old enough to understand that he didn't get sick because he wanted to, and that his illnesses were just minor pains, and he would be better the next day if he took the medicine obediently.
So He Zhimo never felt that he would be a burden to his father.
But this time is completely different from the previous time when I was sick...
No matter how good the little guy's mentality is, he is just a three-year-old child. How can he withstand such a strange and terrifying thing as feathers falling from his body?
The more He Zhimo thought about it, the more scared he became. His mind was filled with one sentence:
Did he, did he have some strange disease?
Just as he was thinking about it, the knock on the door came from outside: "Young Master, are you up?"
He Zhimo hurriedly picked up the two feathers on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his little hands and responded in a muffled voice, "Uncle, I, I'm changing clothes."
Butler Chen said gently and patiently: "Okay, there's no rush, young master."
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The northern suburbs of Ning City.
Mu Weiting's car had just driven away from Mingling Zoo and stopped at the side door of a secluded residential area in the northern suburbs.
Not long after, a man wearing a mask opened the passenger door and got in.
Taking off his mask, Ji Huaizhuo's face was clearly reflected in the car window. He smiled at Mu Weiting, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a cold expression. "I thought I would never see Professor Mu again. I never thought that after three years, Professor Mu would finally show up."
Seeing that Mu Weiting was just looking out the window in silence, Ji Huaizhuo was not in a hurry. He followed Mu Weiting's line of sight and glanced towards Mingling Zoo. Without beating around the bush, he directly asked about his guesses over the past period of time -
"So, Professor Mu, Fuying is indeed not dead. The new director who took over Mingling Zoo, Shang Youqing, is Fuying, right?"
Finally, Mu Weiting responded lightly, "Yeah."
"Was it plastic surgery? Or did they use some scientific research technology I'm not aware of?"
Ji Huaizhuo said this, as if he was quite surprised, and sighed in disbelief, "This is amazing. Apart from her back, I can't tell that she is Fuying at all."
"Besides, I only had a slight suspicion before about whether Shang Youqing had any connection with Fuying. After all, Fuying had indeed perished in that sea of fire back then... If it weren't for Professor Mu's sudden appearance this time, I really wouldn't have believed that this could actually be true..."
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about." Mu Weiting obviously didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He retracted his gaze, threw a gun to him, and continued.
"Put the things away. If You Qing finds you later, tell her that she gave you this gun."
Ji Huaizhuo took the revolver, looked at it for a moment, and smiled meaningfully, "Could this be He Cong's thing?"
Mu Weiting didn't answer, but directly pressed the door open button, "Get out of the car."
"Although I don't know why Professor Mu did this, I am very grateful to Professor Mu for telling me that Fuying is still alive."
Ji Huaizhuo held the revolver in his hand, his eyes filled with an almost maniacal smile as he spoke word by word, "This time, I will never let that madman He Cong get there first."
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"Director, look! Last week, our visitor traffic surpassed that of our neighbor, Chengxi, for the first time!"
When Sister Ling showed Shang Youqing the statistical report, she danced with joy. "I'll have to give Huamei some extra food later. Ever since the post about the director and Huamei went viral online, many tourists have come to see Huamei climb trees in recent days!"
Shang Youqing was flipping through the report. "Seeing Hua Mei climbing a tree?"
"Yeah, those tourists were really interesting. They encouraged Huamei to climb the tree in all kinds of ways, saying things like, 'Huamei, you have to work harder and train so that Director Xiaoshang can hug you more next time.' They made our Huamei completely dizzy and it was really fun."
Shang Youqing also found it interesting after listening to it, and curled his lips slightly. Then he re-planned the Fengrong procurement work for the park in the next half month with Sister Ling and the others.
In addition to the recent increase in visitor numbers, she is also discussing hiring more tour guides and administrators.
Sister Ling wrote down the to-do items she had instructed her to do, then asked, "Are you still going to do the livestream today? The director's been out for the past two days, and netizens have been urging us to watch him feed the animals live on his account every day."
Shang Youqing glanced at her watch. It was just over half an hour before she had to pick up her baby from school. "Well... I can drive for half an hour."
"Hey! I'll go get the live streaming equipment!"
On the other side, Yunqing Group.
Yu Zhu was busy all afternoon and finally finished some of the tasks that President He assigned to him today.
He glanced at his schedule and confirmed that there was nothing urgent for the next two hours, so he took advantage of this gap and calmly took out his mobile phone to fish in his work area.
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