On this gloomy night, Gao Daguan doubted his fate for the first time from the bottom of his heart.

As the youngest secretary general of the royal family in exactly one hundred and seven years, Mr. Gao certainly will not be a man of bad luck. In fact, he has always been lucky since he entered the palace, and he can always meet the right person at the right time. Whether it was attracting the attention of the former crown prince and the current emperor with a good brain, or coincidentally gaining the favor of the current crown prince and the next emperor when his figure was not out of shape (in fact, this was especially important, because he had already gone beyond the measure word "bowl" and headed towards the "basin"), he always caught the most timely ship.

But today, he felt like he was on the Titanic.

First of all, it was attacked by unknown armed elements during the party, and it was almost all thanks to the mysterious Mr. Lin's righteous action, and a group of high-ranking officials and dignitaries were not wrapped in rice balls. After being rescued and sobered up, his brain was blank and he couldn't believe it, because no matter how he thought about it, his political enemies were not mad enough to use force, not to mention that if those shameless and lowly wall grasses really had the ability and courage, the first one to attack should be the prince of the East Palace, not to startle the snake on a stage figure like him. However, before he could think of a reason, a power outage ensued in the hospital, and then he found that his legs were paralyzed and difficult to move in the heat.

But that wasn't the end of his patience. After all, he still had a little delusion in his heart, hoping that Master Lin, who had performed all kinds of incredible, could show his might and help them turn the plate over in one fell swoop - the so-called art industry has a specialty, although his tall crown does not have the ability to heal his legs, but as long as he can rely on Lin Jian's strength to escape, he can then show his amazing talent in the political struggle and turn the entire empire around.

So Mr. Lin showed his might and found a traitor.

At that moment, the tall crown was literally beeping in his heart.

At the moment when Bai Lin fled, he clearly saw the fear in the eyes of his subordinates. There is really no need for these high-ranking officials and dignitaries to stand on one side, and their current support is nothing more than a wall swing that is greedy for power and attracted by interests. Both sides bet naturally...... Unavoidable. The palace knew each other. But no matter how tacitly it is, this is also an unspeakable betrayal after all, and no matter who you are, you would rather deceive yourself and hide it. And now, their secrets are being exposed in the most unbearable posture to those who should least hear them. A nightmare for both sides.

He retracted his gaze stupidly, knowing clearly that these timid wallgrasses would definitely ignore their cranky thoughts, such as seeing Lin Jian as his ally, or a knife to kill chickens and monkeys.

――It would be nice if it was really an ally. Now it's just a tiger skin to make a banner.

Fortunately, after revealing Bai Lin's identity in one word, Lin Jian never said those amazing words that stimulated his group of incompetent subordinates. He was silent for a moment before they sat down cross-legged in an awkward pose called "Five Hearts to the Sky". This posture is quite simple for others, but it is simply torture for the secretary general Gao, who sits at the top of his weight, and he moves his two fat white legs and twists around, twisting and twisting to make the two fat feet obediently stay at his sides. The huge, plump flesh of the tall crown has an amazing elasticity when compressed, and a single accident can bounce his calves away. In the end, he could only grit his teeth, crossed his hands and grabbed his feet, and pressed his two calves to his side.

Probably because the posture of the five hearts is not standard, when the hospital suddenly called, he was the first to smell some kind of spicy rotten smell, like the smell of rotten flesh after being steamed by a heat source. As soon as his throat was hot, his stomach twitched, and he began to vomit as soon as he probed it. The vomit splashed everywhere and the sour smell was tangy, and everyone sitting around turned their heads and moved their buttocks for fear of being contaminated. But after a while, their faces changed, and they didn't even have time to turn their heads to the side, and they began to fly straight down on the spot.

Gao Daguan vomited three times, his eyes were dizzy, his headache was splitting, and he was sweating profusely, and finally he had no choice but to retching against the wall. He was vomiting tears when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and he struggled to raise his head to see four white coats carrying a stretcher, hurrying towards them.

That moment was tantamount to an apocalypse for Gao Daguan, who squeezed his strength out of his body to wave at the Baidaguan, and then pointed at his thighs and stomach (he thought he must have some kind of sudden gastritis). The white coats quickened their pace towards them, but stopped a few meters in front of them - there happened to be the glass slag of Lin Jian's pile.

The people closest to the glass slag quickly picked up their crutches and swept away the glass slag with two anti-gravity vacuum devices equipped with L-shaped prosthetics. Without saying a word, the white coats lowered their stretchers, and a few of them rushed to the patients who had fallen to the ground, crouched down and began to cut their pulses. After a moment of treatment, they pondered for a moment, pulled out the colorful pills from their emergency kits, and handed them to the pale patient.

Just then, the floor creaked. Lin Jian, who had been not closing his eyes strictly after his heart was facing the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, and directly turned over and stood up with his right hand against the wall. He turned his head to look at the white coats scattered in twos and threes, and suddenly smiled slightly, and drank: "Disease! ”

As soon as the words fell, all the tablets in the hands of the patients flew out of their hands, swirling and cracking in mid-air, splitting into two and two, and finally cracking into piles of floating colored dust mist, hovering and not going to go. Lin Jian sneered, opened his mouth and blew, and the dust and mist seemed to be stirred up by a strong wind, and it fluttered all over the doctor's head.

People were caught off guard and screamed. Seeing that the pills were out of their hands and delaying the treatment, Ishihara and the others turned their heads to Lin Jian and asked in a loud voice, among which Ishihara's voice was especially loud. His face turned red, and he shouted, "Mr. Lin, what do you mean?" Is that a joke? Can you afford to delay treatment? Don't overdo it! ”

"Too much?" Lin Jian's face was weird, and his tone was cold: "Councilor Shi, didn't your mother say not to eat things given by strangers?" ”

He stretched out his hand, and the sleeves of his wide hospital gown fluttered in the wind, and the fluttering colored powder was like iron filings attached to magnets, and they were all lined up, pouring into his cuffs like long lines. Lin Jian shook his long sleeves lightly and gathered his arms, turned around and smiled at the four doctors who were standing still.

"Doctors, has BA Element obtained a drug license?"