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What are your plans now?
"The private investigator told me that these two car accidents are related to several previous incidents, and there may be an absolute connection between them. If that's the case, I plan to go back to L country to find out more about things before returning."
"But the New Year is just around the corner, won't your family take care of you?"
"What time is it now? Besides, I've never spent Chinese New Year at home since I grew up, so I don't even know what Chinese New Year is anymore."
“But Mo Yang and Chen Lili still need to recover from their injuries and can’t be discharged from the hospital anytime soon. I’m worried that they might attack them again at some point.”
This accident has already nearly cost them their lives; if it happens again, no one can guarantee the outcome.
“Here’s what we do. Our family has a family-run nursing home, which is kind of like a private hospital. If you’re worried about safety, I can arrange for someone to pick them up and take them there. There are guards at the entrance around the clock, so it’s very safe.”
“But,” Mo Yang said, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush."
"The expenses here have already cost me most of my savings."
"It's my family's property, why would I want your money?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had transferred it earlier, I could have saved a lot of money."
Fan Siwen was furious when she heard this. "It's like I've possessed you. You're greedy and lustful. Ugh, no, no, you're only interested in money, not lustful."
Fan Siwen was so angry she was confused; no matter how he said it, it was wrong.
Mo Yang came to the rescue in time.
When do you plan to make your move?
"If things go smoothly, we can move them there tonight, and I'll leave tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll arrange for people to help you." As Fan Siwen spoke, she placed her hand on Song Yize's shoulder and patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you." Mo Yang slapped the weight off his shoulder. "What about the military region..." He stopped mid-sentence.
"You're still planning to go back to the military region? It's completely rotten there. Who knows who might be eyeing it covetously."
"Then how do we make a blatant change of location?"
“This is where I need to learn from you,” Fan Siwen said, looking at Song Yize with amusement.
Mo Yang didn't quite understand, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Huh?"
"I mean, learn from another version of yourself—play the disappearing act."
Looking at Fan Siwen's expression, Mo Yang couldn't be more bewildered.
Although he had experience with escaping, he still had very little experience. Looking at the person wearing a baseball cap and fully armed along with the person lying on the hospital bed, Mo Yang swallowed hard before setting off.
He looked at the person in the wheelchair beside him and asked, "Are you ready?"
The young man nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Without saying a word, Fan Siwen pushed open the door and rushed out.
The sudden departure caught Mo Yang off guard. He followed closely behind, worried that the person he was pushing might accidentally fly out of the vehicle.
I was terrified and extremely cautious the whole way.
When someone passed by, the group remained calm and composed, but once the person disappeared, they immediately ran away at top speed.
They finally managed to escape the hospital through the back door they had scouted beforehand, nearly tripping over the steps outside. Luckily, Mo Yang reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and protecting the person. The group hurriedly lifted the person into the car, closed the door, and started the engine. The whole process resembled a scene from a movie where someone was being chased by thugs.
"Don't worry, the navigation is on a back road without surveillance cameras. I learned that lesson this time too. Last time, the plane took a whole day just to take a detour, and it was so tiring."
“But it still got discovered,” Mo Yang added.
"Oh, you always bring up the most awkward things."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Mo Yang said, his eyes darting around through the crack in the window, looking every bit like a petty thief.
"We still don't understand who's chasing us." The young man's breathing stabilized, and he joined the conversation.
"It's possible that several forces are acting together."
"That's great, if we leave the wolves, we'll fall into the tiger's den."
"Therefore, we entrust our lives and fortunes entirely to you." Mo Yang turned his gaze from the window and looked directly at the person in front of him.
“I have a heavy burden on my shoulders.” Fan Siwen took over the conversation, glanced around, and seeing that no one would continue, turned his head forward, feeling awkward, “Never mind what I said.”
The vehicle drove through the bumpy, muddy road, then suddenly turned around and drove back the way it came.
"Why are they turning back?"
The young man was confused.
"You wouldn't know this, would you? This is called strategy." He said, craning his neck to look out the window.
"The strategy of not compensating for tactical shortcomings with strategic laziness?"
The young man chimed in with a joke.
Mo Yang replied honestly, "No, it's a strategy of learning from mistakes."
"If you two don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
"Chestnut, she thinks you're mute."
The young man looked at the person next to him who was the same height as him as he spoke.
Mo Yang also looked over.
Although the young man was initially very sad upon seeing this person and it took him a long time to recover, it wasn't long before he was already joking with him.
I have to say, this generation of young people is really amazing.
That's how it's put it, isn't it? Mo Yang is a word I just learned.
"We've arrived. Get off the bus."
As the vehicle came to a stop, Fan Siwen opened the car door.
Mo Yang watched as the car turned into a porch, then circled around several times before stopping. Once it came to a stop, Fan Siwen carried the person out.
Before me stood a flat-roofed building that looked antique and full of charm.
The group walked through the long corridor and followed Fan Siwen's call of "Uncle Li" to a spot in the building with excellent feng shui.
Has my dad come back?
"Young Master, the person hasn't returned yet."
“I knew he was using me as a cover. Forget it, I don’t need to tell him I’m back, and I shouldn’t tell him about the lifting of my arrest warrant. Let him worry about it outside.”
The two words sounded so light and easy that it was easy to understand the meaning behind Fan Siwen's words.
"I'll be troubling you during this time," Mo Yang said politely, following Fan Siwen's words.
"It's not troublesome, it's just pushing me and the entire sanatorium into the fire."
"What are you talking about? It's lighter than that."
"Not necessarily. It seems that if something goes wrong, the only option is to pay with one's life."
"So we must take good care of everyone and absolutely prevent any problems from happening."
"Don't worry, I will keep the white silk that the young master gave me safe and sound."
"Knowing when to shift danger in critical moments."
"Don't worry about that. Where is the young master going?" Seeing the man walk out the door, the man called Uncle Li slowly turned around, his gaze following him.
"Let's go for a walk."
"Do I need to find someone to keep an eye on you?"
"There's absolutely no need for that."
"good."
Well done. This person is heartbroken again.
Watching Fan Siwen leave the corridor, Mo Yang stepped forward and politely shook the man's hand.
"I'll be relying on you for help from now on."
"It's only right that you take care of our little darling."
"Did he tell you that?" Mo Yang asked curiously.
"I guessed."
"oh."
Mo Yang didn't know what to say.
I thought to myself, this family is really weird.
Although he and Fan Siwen had a good relationship in the future, they were definitely not at the stage of exchanging information with each other's parents.
This life can be considered as opening the door to a new world.
After the person left, Mo Yang turned back to look at the two people lying on the bed.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, they must be completely exhausted.
"Get some rest. Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Mo Yang asked the young man.
"No, Professor, don't worry about me." The young man said, glancing at the person on the bed beside him, whose breathing was steady.
There was a timely knock on the door. Mo Yang walked to the door, opened it, and saw a doctor and a nurse standing outside.
"We're on duty tonight. If you need anything, just come to us. Just press the button by your bed."
“Okay,” Mo Yang replied politely.
"We have scheduled a project inspection for 8 a.m. tomorrow. Is that a good time for you?"
"No problem, we'll be there on time."
"No need, someone will come to pick you up. Please prepare in advance, and it's best if the patient is on an empty stomach."
"OK."
After exchanging pleasantries with the doctors and nurses on duty, Mo Yang took the phone Fan Siwen had given him and logged into the private patient care form that had been specially recorded for them.
It is said that patients here can apply for this kind of treatment.
Mo Yang couldn't help but marvel at just how large Fan Siwen's family business was.
Late at night, I stare blankly at the scenery outside the window.
Although he and Fan Siwen were longtime friends, he didn't have much contact with Fan Siwen's family in his own world. In comparison, he spent more time alone with him.
Now, they are comrades-in-arms fighting side by side, and he can get to know him better. Although, this understanding may not be quite the same as his future self.
When Fan Siwen returned to the laboratory in Yideluxi, he was noticeably more composed.
Have you been in contact since then?
Fan Siwen went straight to the point.
But the boy in front of me was noticeably more enthusiastic than when I asked him before.
"We had a lot of fun exchanging academic ideas."
I was referring to how things are developing.
"We also had a great time discussing the future development prospects of the world."
"Go away—get off me." Fan Siwen shooed the person sitting in the chair away and sat down in front of the screen herself.
The familiar chat page opened, and without even glancing at the previous chat history, I directly opened the frequency conversion port and started typing.
"I am Fan Siwen. I want all your memories of the future."
I selected the "OK" button and sent it.
The waiting button on the screen kept clicking.
How long does it usually take him to reply?
“I can’t guarantee that,” Yi Delusi said, pacing back and forth on a chair. “He’s available whenever he’s free, but it’s hard to say when he’s busy. Sometimes it might take a day or two to get a message.” He added, “Oh, he’s recently implemented a new set of regulations for brain-computer interfaces in the city, so he might be a bit busy. I guess he won’t be able to reply to your messages for a day or two.”
"Why didn't you say so sooner? I rushed back in a hurry, and this is all you tell me!"
“He just sent it to me,” said Yi Deluxi, crossing his legs and picking at his nails. “You could get a brain-computer interface done first.”
Fan Siwen turned her head, looked at the screen in front of her, and her gaze drifted to Steven's operating table.
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