Chapter 190 Looking for Someone

When Han Zhong woke up again, it was already daybreak. The pain in his head had disappeared, and the memories that came out of nowhere in his mind became blurry, like hallucinations caused by lack of oxygen.

There seemed to be a field of purple flowers in the dream...

"Awake?" Sang Ge yawned as he sat next to him, his voice full of tiredness. "You suddenly passed out just now, and we were so scared that we almost called the police."

"It's probably due to lack of oxygen. I haven't done any strenuous exercise in a while."

Sangge opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

The Yaozi Mountain where they were located was deep in the mountains of Guiliu. It got its name because the wind made a kite-like sound when blowing through the valley. It is more than 4,600 meters above sea level. People who do not often climb mountains may suffer from hypoxia, but Han Zhong is in good physical condition and has good skills. When they were attacked by a pack of wolves on the mountain late at night, he was the first to react and saved the people in their team.

However, no matter how good their physical condition was, they could not withstand the non-stop march across six cities and climb eight wild mountains. Even during this period, they had time to rest, but Han Zhong was reading various ancient books and county chronicles even during his rest time. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I heard him reading materials, talking on the phone with others, and chatting about text and patterns. Even an iron man could not withstand this.

They naturally tried to persuade him, but Han Zhong just said that he was fine and then handed them the itinerary for the next destination, as if he couldn't wait even a moment.

"If you continue like this, you won't find the person, but you'll lose your life." Sang Ge held a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it. "You are still young. Life is the most important thing in life. Love and affection are just floating clouds."

Han Zhong curled his lips and said nothing.

Sang Ge was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he changed the subject, "How long have you known each other?"

"Half a year."

"Does your family disagree?"

“There was some misunderstanding.”

"You had a fight, do you want to admit your mistake to him and get back together?"

"I did something wrong, but I don't remember it. Now he's sick, I have to find him and work with him to find a solution." Han Zhong lowered his eyes and looked at the golden bracelet on his hand, stroking it gently with his fingertips. "As for whether we should be together or not, I'll see if he still wants me after I cure his illness."

Sang Ge stared at him blankly, and the cigarette in his mouth almost fell. He had never thought that this rich and powerful president could be so infatuated. He couldn't help but be curious, "What do you like about him?"

Han Zhong had thought about this question and asked it countless times. There were many answers, such as appearance, personality, and character. He even wondered if Yan Zhong's memories from his previous life were influencing him, but in the end he felt that these were not the correct answers.

He is picky, even harsh. He doesn't think there is any emotion that can make him lose his mind. He even once did not acknowledge the interpretation of love by people around him. He did not think that it was love.

True love is above all desires and can only be born between two truly wise people under rare opportunities.

He used to think that his future lover would talk to him about human development, the laws of celestial motion, the laws of physics, ethical philosophy, etc., but when he met Jiang Wu, he couldn't remember these at all. He just wanted to hug him and bask in the sun, spending time together endlessly, until the end of time. He didn't think it was a waste of time, and even felt that everything he had done was to create the person Jiang Wu loved at this moment.

But he couldn't help wondering, is it the present self that Jiang Wu fell in love with, or the Yan Chong in his previous life?

But in fact, this question cannot be explored in detail, because anyone in this world can fall in love with themselves because of everything they have, except Jiang Wu.

Because Jiang Wu never belonged to this world of secular desires, and the knowledge, cognition, world outlook, wealth, etc. that he was proud of were all things that Jiang Wu didn't care about.

If he was just an ordinary, common, selfish and greedy person, would Jiang Wu still approach him?

Every time he thought of this, he found himself funny. He was a greedy person, otherwise how could he expect Jiang Wu to give up everything to be with him, a mortal? He was as shameless as the cowherd who stole the weaver girl's clothes in the folk story.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Ge didn't ask any more questions and suggested again that he go down the mountain to check his body. Han Zhong could see that they were also worried about being held responsible if something happened to him, so he simply agreed verbally, but in his heart he was wondering whether he should find a few more guides locally.

By this time the sun had risen completely, the deputy team leader and others were whispering something, Han Zhong was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a text message. He opened it and took a look, his expression changed instantly.

He immediately put away his phone and said to Sang Ge and others, "Get down the mountain!"

Sangge was originally thinking whether he should give the president some more persuasion in a tactful way, but he did not expect that the president would understand so quickly, so a group of people happily packed up their things and started to go down the mountain.

However, they still underestimated the urgency of the boss. At noon on the day they went down the mountain, a private helicopter landed on the open space of the hotel in the town where they were staying. Several serious people got off the helicopter and said something respectfully to their financial sponsor. Then Han Zhong was picked up by the helicopter, and then their mobile phone accounts received a considerable balance.

Sang Ge sighed, "What a fucking rich guy."

In fact, Han Chong rarely uses a helicopter when he goes out, but this time he was really in a hurry.

After arriving in Linhai City, the helicopter landed directly on the helipad on the rooftop of Hualing Hospital. When Han Zhong got off the plane, Zhan Xiangchen and Yao Ping were already waiting there. When they saw him, they strode up to greet him.

"Han——"

"Tell me the situation."

"The nurse said that the person woke up once, but the instrument did not show it. It might just be an unconscious reflex of the nerves. It would also happen during dreams. There was no reaction all day today."

"The fact that you still have dreams means you are conscious."

Zhan Xiangchen wanted to say that dreaming was just an example and he didn't mean that he really had a dream, but Han Zhong moved too quickly and he didn't have time to say it.

The group followed Han Zhong and walked quickly to a ward on the top floor of the inpatient department. They met a man in the corridor. Han Zhong paused and looked at the man without saying a word, but the man took the initiative to speak.

"I'm back." Zhou Changming had lost a lot of weight. He was wearing a black mid-length coat and no glasses. His face was a little pale. He had the same smile on his face as usual, but he couldn't hide his haggardness.

Han Zhong was still standing there, still not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, Zhou Changming didn't intend to ask for his response, so he turned and walked into the ward, "Come in."

Han Zhong followed him into the ward and saw the man lying on the bed in the ward. His face was pale and bloodless, his thin, sleepy eyes were quietly closed, there was a teardrop-shaped scar between his eyebrows, and even his breathing was so light that it was barely audible.

After Zhou Changming entered, he ignored him and picked up the cotton swab beside the bed, dipped it in the warm water in the cup, and skillfully wet the lips of the person on the bed.

"Sit down, why are you standing?" After Zhou Changming finished his work, he turned around and saw Han Zhong standing there and couldn't help but smile speechlessly.

Han Zhong felt relieved by his familiar expression, but he did not sit down. Instead, he looked at the person sleeping on the bed and said, "I heard that he woke up once in the early morning."

"Maybe. I didn't see it." Zhou Changming lowered his head and packed his things nonchalantly. "It could be a last gasp."

His reaction obviously caught Han Zhong by surprise, but he knew his childhood friend too well and understood why he behaved this way.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Zhou Changming looked at him helplessly, "What are you sorry for? Wasn't it Zhou Yannan who apologized first? Why is it your turn to say sorry now?"