The cold wind was howling as the car hurriedly cut through the darkness of the night and stopped in front of the villa.
"Doctor Zhou, please come this way." The butler in a suit hurriedly ushered the people in the car into the gate and whispered, "Around midnight, the gentleman's temperature was not normal. In such a short time, the temperature has risen to 39.3 degrees."
"How could it be so serious?" Doctor Zhou put on medical gloves as he walked upstairs. "Sir, you still haven't eaten much during this period?"
The housekeeper looked a little strange: "Mr. has been going out a lot recently, and he even had someone clean up the house next door."
Doctor Zhou paused in his hasty steps upstairs and turned to look at the housekeeper: "You mean, the gentleman took the initiative to contact someone?!"
"You know, the master doesn't like to talk, and he won't talk to us about his life." The housekeeper sighed, "But Assistant Qin mentioned to me privately that the master's mental state is not very good this year..."
The two of them fell silent at the same time. Over the years, the gentleman had become more and more silent and less energetic. Now he was at the point where he couldn't eat or sleep. Although he had carefully prepared nutritional supplements, his body was gradually weakening.
Dr. Zhou walked to the door, knocked gently, and opened it. The scene behind the door was not the darkness he had imagined, but brightly lit. Yan Ting was sitting on the bedside in a thin sweater, holding a book in her hand, with an abnormal blush on her cheeks. When she saw him come in, she actually turned her head to look at him.
"Sir, how do you feel now?" Doctor Zhou put down the medicine box and took out the thermometer to measure Yan Ting's temperature: "39.5 degrees, you need to take medicine to reduce fever."
"I need to go out before dawn." Yan Ting put the book aside and held out his hand: "Infusion."
"Sir, intravenous infusion will cause greater damage to the body..." Doctor Zhou wanted to persuade him, but when he met Yan Ting's calm gaze, he knew that it would be useless to say anything: "Even if you need an intravenous infusion, given your current physical condition, you should focus on rest."
Yan Ting didn't say anything. He lowered his head and watched Doctor Zhou insert the cold needle into the blood vessel. The bright red blood rushed into the infusion tube impatiently, and he seemed to be extremely happy.
No matter how dirty the blood is, it is bright red the moment it comes out of the body.
The cold liquid medicine slid down, pushing the bright red blood that had just spurted out back to where it should be.
"Sir." Noticing that Yan Ting's eyes looked a little strange, Doctor Zhou used tape to fix the needle on the back of Yan Ting's hand and began to remind him, "You have an appointment with Doctor Sun for tomorrow afternoon. Please don't forget it."
"I don't have time tomorrow." Yan Ting took his eyes off the IV tube and said, "Please arrange it for the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Doctor Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid that Yan Ting would go a day later, he was just afraid that he would not go. In the past, he had tried his best to persuade Yan Ting to see Dr. Sun. Today, he was so easy to talk to, which was a pleasant surprise: "I'll ask Dr. Sun to arrange it."
Yan Ting stopped talking. He raised his other wrist to check the time. It was one o'clock in the morning, and there were still five hours until dawn.
Before dawn, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Dake came to help Li Zhao pack his luggage.
"These, these, and these, you can't wear them anymore." Zhang Xiaoyuan picked up Li Zhao's clothes. Knowing that Li Zhao couldn't bear to part with them, he explained, "Things are different now. If you wear these clothes that cost dozens of dollars each again, people will take pictures of them and post them online. Then you'll be laughed at by countless people."
"Brother Zhang is right, Zhao Zhao, the company is planning to open up a way for you to enter the fashion circle, and your future outfits will have a professional design team to help you." Da Ke didn't dare to say it too directly like Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Of course, these clothes of yours are quite comfortable to wear, and it's okay to wear them at home."
"I understand that if there is negative news, the company will spend more on public relations. I can't lose the big picture for the small." Li Zhao collected some clothes of good quality and folded them into a box: "I will take these clothes and wear them as pajamas."
Knowing that his son knew what was going on, Zhang Xiaoyuan said no more and helped Li Zhao continue packing his luggage.
"What is this?" Zhang Xiaoyuan took down an iron box containing mooncakes from the cabinet. He didn't know what was in the box, but it was quite heavy to hold.
"This is the letter you wrote to me before, Brother Xiaoyuan, and the pen you gave me." Li Zhao carefully took the iron box and put it into the suitcase containing clothes.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was stunned. Ten years ago, Li Zhao was just a child who had just turned ten years old. He wrote to Li Zhao at the beginning just out of a little ridiculous sympathy.
At that time, he had just graduated and was confused about his future. Only by writing letters to this child could he barely find a sense of self-existence. Rather than saying that he is kind, it would be better to say that he needs this little bit of ridiculous kindness to keep going.
He couldn't remember most of what was written in those letters, they were just some words of encouragement and motivation. He didn't expect that Li Zhao still kept these letters, and he felt complicated for a moment.
"At that time, your friends also wrote to encourage me." Li Zhao thought for a moment, took the iron box out of the suitcase, and wrapped it with a towel to prevent it from being dented during transportation. "During the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, you and your friends sent a box of mooncakes to each of the children in our courtyard. They were filled with egg yolk and were delicious."
It turns out that even the mooncake box containing the envelope was bought by them that year.
"The aunt in the hospital said that I was lucky. In my first year in the hospital, a kind-hearted person gave me such expensive mooncakes." Li Zhao smiled happily and put the iron box wrapped in the towel back: "Hehehe, when you are lucky, no one can stop you."
Zhang Xiaoyuan had a blockage in his throat and was covered in wounds from being abused by his adoptive parents. He even made the news. How can this be called good luck?
"Stop talking nonsense and pack your luggage." Reaching out to knock on Li Zhao's forehead, Zhang Xiaoyuan coughed twice to hide his emotions: "Yes, yes, you are the luckiest. Now you have a rich friend who provides you with a place to stay for free. Who else can be luckier than you?"
Li Zhao covered the place where he was hit and jumped back: "Brother Xiaoyuan, men's heads cannot be hit."
"Man?" Zhang Xiaoyuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at the area below Li Zhao's belly, and said meaningfully, "What kind of man is this yellow-haired kid?"
"Brother Zhang, you will be reported for driving without a license." Dake did not expect that Zhang Xiaoyuan and Li Zhao knew each other a long time ago, and laughed: "Brother Zhang, what era is it now? You actually communicate with Zhao Zhao by writing letters?"
Zhang Xiaoyuan waved his hand: "Go away, what do you know? Writing is always one of the best ways to communicate."
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the door. Li Zhao looked towards the door and saw Yan Ting, wearing a suit, leather shoes and a coat, standing at the door. He looked even paler than yesterday, and his elegant posture was incompatible with the shabby corridor.
"Tingting, why are you here so early?" Li Zhao glanced at the messy house and said, "It's very dusty in the house, don't come in yet."
Li Zhao moved a small chair to the door, took out a bag of fruit from the refrigerator, washed it, put it on a plate and handed it to Yan Ting: "Sit and wait for me for a while, it will be ready soon."
Yan Ting held a plate of large cherries with water droplets on them, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should sit down or stand. This was the first time he saw the house where Li Zhao lived. The space was more than ten square meters, filled with all kinds of daily necessities, and was so cramped that it made people feel a little breathless.
"Did you bring these people here?" Li Zhao then noticed that there were a few strangers following Yan Ting. He silently glanced at the big cherries on the plate. There were so few cherries... maybe not enough to share.
Big cherries are very expensive in winter, and he usually can't bear to eat them, but he gritted his teeth and bought a box last night. Half was given to Dake and Xiaoyuan who came to help early in the morning, and the remaining half was left for Tingting.
"I have some apples in the fridge..."
"They are from the moving company." Yan Ting coughed twice: "Just tell them how to collect the things and leave it to them."
"No need to bother..."
“I have paid.”
"Brothers, please move all the boxes down." Li Zhao swallowed his refusal and neatly called the employees of the moving company to come in and start working.
Being a thrifty person by nature, he couldn't bear to see the money he spent go to waste.
The moving company acted quickly and had everything loaded onto the truck in less than an hour. Everything went smoothly until Li Zhao saw the empty house that Yan Ting mentioned.
"Tingting, this is... the empty house of yours?" Li Zhao looked at the villa with a garden in front and a swimming pool in the back. For the first time, he realized how big the difference in values was between him and Yan Ting.
"You don't like it?" Yan Ting asked Li Zhao.
"I like it..." Li Zhao swallowed. The empty house he understood was an ordinary two-bedroom or three-bedroom apartment. He never thought it would be a big villa.
"As long as you like it." Yan Ting's eyes fell on another villa next to it: "I live in the one on the left. The environment here is quiet and the security is strict. Except for our two neighboring houses, other residents are far away. You are an actor by profession, and the privacy and security of your residence are very important."
"I'm not famous yet..." Li Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Even if I go out, few people will know me."
"They will all know you from now on." Yan Ting handed the access card and room card to Li Zhao: "Go in and take a look."
Since entering the gate of this community, Dake has been in a state of excessive excitement. As a local, he had heard of the reputation of this community a long time ago. Those who could live in this community were all very remarkable people. Many famous artists in the circle wanted to buy a small apartment here, which required a lot of money and connections. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhao's good friend just casually lent him a villa for free.
What a touching new-age brotherhood!
As you walk through the gate, you will find that all the necessary items are available inside, and the flowers, plants and trees are all neatly trimmed. The carpets and curtains in the house are brand new, and even the flowers in the vase are still covered with morning dew.
"Hello, Mr. Li." A middle-aged man in a suit came down from upstairs and gave Li Zhao an elegant gentleman's salute: "I am Mr. Ting's housekeeper. In the next period of time, I will also serve as the housekeeper of your house. If you need anything, just let me know."
After that, he took out a gold-stamped list from the folder: "This is the list of staff responsible for various housekeeping tasks and their contact information. Please accept it."
Li Zhao looked at the butler who was dressed like a gentleman from a medieval castle, then turned to look at Yan Ting, feeling a little bewildered by such a high-level reception.
"Take it." Yan Ting whispered in his ear, "Their salaries are very high, and they get paid even if they don't do anything."
Yan Ting's breathing was a little hot. Li Zhao did not take the list, but reached out and touched Yan Ting's forehead.
"Tingting, are you having a fever?!"
The butler, who had been maintaining an elegant smile, seemed to have heard extremely terrifying words, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
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