Du Hao didn't pay attention to the gangsters who were like sculptures after being sealed in the acupoints, presumably these minions may not know much information, and now the internal strength is empty, if the gangster leader kills again, it will be dangerous.

He took the document bag, walked out of the garage step by step, went upstairs with a hard head, and sent the document bag to Ji Yingrong's office.

Ji Yingrong was working in a pile of documents, and when he saw him come in, he didn't even raise his head, and said directly: "Got it?" Put it on the table. ”

Du Hao put the file bag on the table, glanced at Ji Yingrong, who was working in the case, didn't say anything, and walked out of the office step by step.

He looked left and right, found an empty room where no one was around, took out the keychain and found the corresponding key to insert it open, closed the door with his backhand, and sat down on the floor with his legs weak.

The side effects caused by the overdraft of internal strength are much more serious than he imagined, and now Du Hao feels empty in his body, mentally exhausted, and his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and he is almost unable to open them.

He tilted his head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling, his vision blurring into darkness.

When he woke up again, the phone rang loudly, and the buzzing vibration made him feel like his thighs were shaking.

Du Hao took out his mobile phone tremblingly, pressed it to connect, and Ji Yingrong's angry voice came out of the microphone: "Du Hao, where are you?" Why don't you answer the phone all the time? Do you know how long I've been fighting? ”

Du Hao licked his chapped lips and glanced at the time on his phone, it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon, he didn't expect that he had been in a coma for so long.

"I, I'm in room C42...... I can't stand up, so you can help me. Du Hao said helplessly, his hoarse voice was terrifying, which startled Ji Yingrong on the other end of the phone.

"What's going on? What's wrong with you? Wait a minute, I'll be right over. ”

The hallway was filled with the sound of clattering high heels, the keyhole cracked, the door was pushed open, and the afternoon sunlight poured in through the crack in the door, reflecting through the glass, and the eyes could not be opened.

"Du Hao, what's wrong with you?" Ji Yingrong saw Du Hao sitting on the ground, and hurriedly bent down and threw his handbag aside to help him up.

With her support, Du Hao struggled to get up, and his calves and stomach were still shaking.

Looking at the other party's worried eyes, he smiled bitterly: "Something happened, fortunately, it's okay, I should go back and rest for the night." ”

Ji Yingrong frowned: "How can this work, I'll send you to the hospital for a checkup right away, what's the matter, why don't you tell me when you're sick?" ”

Du Hao asked again and again, and Ji Yingrong finally agreed not to send him to the hospital, mainly because the medical skills he showed at the seminar a few days ago persuaded Ji Yingrong.

After the two went back, Fang Xiumei still didn't come back, but let them have a rare quiet dinner together, Du Hao wiped his mouth, didn't even bother to wash, pushed open the door and fell on the bed.

He fell into a dream, and he seemed to have become the old divine doctor with superb medical skills, sitting in an antique Chinese-style room to check people's pulses.

"I—I'm ...... Is there any salvation? ”

It was still the same familiar voice, asking himself with a trembling voice.

The old divine doctor sighed: "Zeshan, who have you offended, and you have been planted with such a murderous toxin?"

This is a chronic poison that is very tricky and cannot be easily removed...... You can take back the prescription I prescribed, and dispense the medicine and decoction every day, which can barely suppress the toxicity. ”

Lin Zeshan's voice revealed a kind of despair: "Then, is there no way to cure it?" ”

"I have spent all my energy and help you recuperate, and I should be able to discharge the toxicity from the body within five years, but unfortunately, in this way, your root nature is also damaged, even if there is the "Taixuan Medical Sutra", it is impossible to prolong life......

“…… I hate it! ”

……

The memory flickered suddenly, his chest was tight and short of breath, and the perspective in front of him was glowing with blood, gradually spreading to the center, and the atmosphere of life was peeled away little by little in this body.

Remorse and hatred churned in his mind, and in the most corner of the corner, there was still a trace of concern that had not been let go.

"I'm going to die?"

"It's a pity that the poison on Zeshan's body hasn't been cleared for him...... Alas, don't blame me......"

Consciousness gradually sank and fell, and the deepest darkness and terror captured him, and with it endless pain and torment......

Du Hao opened his eyes suddenly and breathed heavily, he realized that he had fallen on the bed at some point, and the clothes on his body had been taken off, because of the violent movements, the quilt covering his body was picked up and slipped aside.

It was already bright outside, and the sunlight shone in through the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the bedding in the room.

Du Hao wiped the sweat from his face, the last darkness and despair in his sleep gradually subsided, his mind sank into the dantian, and he felt the silky energy gushing out slowly but firmly, and constantly escaping towards all corners of his body.

The exhaustion and numbness of yesterday had completely disappeared from his body, and he lifted the quilt from his lap and jumped out of bed, seeing a note left on the bedside table.

Xiujuan's handwriting on the paper is like the writer himself, which was left by Ji Yingrong: "I went to work in the company, you are sick, just stay at home and rest, my mother is traveling, and I won't bother for the time being." ”

As usual concise, Du Hao put down the note, smiled wryly and shook his head.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and there was a rumbling sound in my stomach.

He first washed up, changed his clothes, and went to a restaurant outside the community to eat a set meal to fill his stomach, so that he had the energy to recall last night's dream.

According to the memory of the old miracle doctor, Lin Zeshan should have offended someone and was poisoned to find himself for help.

Although the antidote plan was provided, it was obvious that before it was completely completed, the miracle doctor himself encountered an accident, and before he died, he was still thinking about detoxifying his brother.

What kind of relationship is the two? It seems to be very intimate from the point of call......

It seems that if you want to completely figure out these memories, it is imperative to go and see Lin Zeshan in person.

Fortunately, there is time today.

After thinking about it, after walking out of the restaurant, Du Hao took out the gold-plated business card, entered it on the mobile phone according to the number, and dialed Lin Chao's number.

"Hello? This is Lin Chao, the medical superintendent, who are you? A polite and slightly detached voice rang out.

"Section Chief Lin, it's me, I'm Du Hao."

"Du Hao? Who is it...... Oh, it's you, it's work time, why are you calling me all of a sudden? Is there anything we can talk about later at lunchtime? ”

Lin Chao's tone suddenly became cold, and he politely declined.