Survival in the apocalypse: I became rich through farming games

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Ye Buqing was stunned. How could this woman do it so smoothly? ! He must be a repeat offender!

Ye Buqing glanced at the woman coldly, "Say it again? Who ran away?"

The woman on the ground looked at the potions and glass shards scattered on the floor, and was furious. She raised her head and glared at Ye Buqing, "Is it you or me? Do you know how precious medicine is now! How are you going to compensate for so many things?" !”

"Should I compensate you? I haven't said that you hit me like a mortar and broke four of my ribs. I'm already running at a snail's pace. Isn't it okay for you to be so aggressive, sister? Do you know how expensive one pill is? Why don't you hurry up and go? Now that the things are broken, the scapegoat is looking for me? Are you okay?" Ye Buqing yelled back a series of curses.

"What do you mean? You don't admit it?" The woman remained motionless as she fell to the ground, her eyes rolling, wondering what she was thinking.

"Crazy, keep to the right when going up and down the stairs. It's something that even elementary school students know. Do you really think others will believe you? Anyone with eyes at this scene will know at a glance that you bumped into me. If you are sick, go and eat some brain fragments." baffling."

After Ye Buqing finished speaking, he rolled his eyes at her, stepped over her, and went downstairs.

Meeting Director Zhan was unexpected. Ye Buqing went out and Director Zhan just walked in.

As he passed by, a series of coughs came from beside him. Ye Buqing glanced at him, paused in his steps, turned around and chased after him. Director Zhan was still coughing, so heartbreakingly that he felt like his internal organs were about to be vomited out.

"Director Zhan?" Ye Buqing patted the particularly thin figure in front of him.

When Zhan Zhicheng turned around, Ye Buqing almost couldn't recognize his jagged face. They had met two or three times before and after this year, but Director Zhan became thinner each time, and now he looked a little sick.

Director Zhan's eyes had a few more cracks, his face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

When he saw Ye Buqing, he wanted to laugh, but he covered his mouth and nose and turned around and coughed violently.

"Are you sick? Why have you lost so much weight again?" Ye Buqing asked with a frown.

Over there, Director Zhan coughed violently. He turned around and spoke without daring to take his hands away. He covered his mouth and said vaguely, "No, no, it's just a cold wind. It's normal. It's okay."

If this is normal, then there is something wrong!

Ye Buqing looked back at Yuan Wentong and asked him to get in the car. He pulled Director Zhan to the side and sat down.

"You didn't get checked, did you? You're almost a skeleton!" Ye Buqing said.

"Isn't that great? I don't need to lose weight anymore, hehe..." Director Zhan covered his mouth, smiled, and narrowed his eyes behind the broken lenses.

"Can the glasses still work like this? It's not like a kaleidoscope." Ye Buqing said again.

"There is no place to match it now, so I can barely hold on." Director Zhan took off his glasses, but his sunken eyes were still bright.

"..." Ye Buqing always had trouble with such "good people". After looking at Director Zhan for a while, he asked him as if he was compromising, "How many degrees? I'll get it for you."

"Where did you get it? I can still use it, don't bother." Director Zhan waved his hand, put the broken glasses back on, and deliberately looked at Ye Buqing from the unbroken area, and said, "It's not broken here, it can still be used." Use it."

When he said this, the meaning of enjoying happiness in suffering became more obvious. Ye Buqing thought to himself that you might as well not say this. The more you said it, the more I couldn't stand it.

"I have a friend who used to specialize in wearing glasses. How many glasses do you have? I'll ask him. He has a lot of stock." Ye Buqing added, "No one is wearing glasses now. If you don't want them, they will have to be thrown away."

Director Zhan hesitated for a while and then reported it, more than 800 degrees.

Ye Buqing nodded, looked at Director Zhan's thin face, and came up with a plan, saying, "Tomorrow, you come to my house at noon tomorrow to get glasses from me. I currently live in Building 20 in the villa area."

Director Zhan nodded and agreed.

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The next day, Ye Buqing specially asked Zhao Zhixin and the others to cook a large table of food. He specifically requested that the food be light and not too heavy.

She deliberately asked Director Zhan to come to get his glasses so that he could stay here and have a meal to replenish his health. If he continued to lose weight like this, it was not certain whether he would be able to see the top next time.

He said he would come at noon, but Director Zhan arrived after one o'clock. The food on the table had been heated twice.

Ye Buqing went to open the door himself. When the door opened, Director Zhan was wearing a mask and thin clothes, shivering in the cold wind.

"Why are you here now? I've been waiting for a long time!" Ye Buqing complained.

"There is no rule about visiting others during mealtime." Director Zhan laughed "hehe" twice.

"...Unfortunately, my family is getting ready for dinner."

Ye Buqing grabbed Director Zhan's arm and pulled him forcefully to the dining table.

Zhao Zhixin and the others served the dishes quickly, and a group of people sat down around the table. They could not refuse and placed a bowl of pigeon soup in front of Director Zhan.

Director Zhan looked at the delicious dishes on the table and the white rice in the bowl, and his face turned red with anxiety. He stood up and wanted to leave, but Ye Buqing pressed him tightly to his seat and could not leave.

"Eat, if we wait a little longer, everyone will have to eat cold food." Ye Buqing requested earnestly.

Unable to refuse, Director Zhan swallowed in embarrassment and pushed the bowl in front of him towards Ye Buqing, "You eat this."

"No," Ye Buqing pushed the bowl back to him, "I'm tired of eating it. We eat this every day and we're not hungry for you."

He drank a bowl of pigeon soup warmly, and Zhao Zhixin served him a large bowl of rice. After eating, Director Zhan sweated a little on his forehead and his glasses fogged up.

Ye Buqing left the table and brought back new glasses for him, two pairs, both in boxes.

"Here, new glasses, and a spare one."

Director Zhan turned his head and coughed a few times, took off his glasses and replaced them with new ones, and finally saw the faces of the people on the table clearly.

In fact, he couldn't see clearly with those rotten glasses. He had lied to Ye Buqing. He deliberately came an hour or two late. He didn't want to divide Ye Buqing's family's food, but he found that he couldn't defeat Ye Buqing at all.

"Do you know how to massage?" Ye Buqing asked.

"I'm not very professional. I only have a basic understanding. Are you uncomfortable in any way?" Director Zhan said.

"No, these friends of mine used to learn martial arts and often suffered from back pain. If you know how to do it, I would like to ask you to come over and give them massage in the future." Ye Buqing pointed to Zhao Zhixin and others on the table.

Zhao Zhixin and others were suddenly told that they had back pain:...

In order to cooperate with the boss, Zhao Zhixin nodded very seriously and admitted readily, "Yes, we often have back pain and are worried about not being able to find a masseur."

"..."

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After finalizing the door-to-door massage, Ye Buqing drove Director Zhan back to the hospital for work.

If the wind blows in the rotten cotton-padded jacket he is wearing, Director Zhan will cough up all his lungs tomorrow.

Ye Buqing sent the person there, thinking that he had already arrived at the entrance of the hospital, so he went to see the grandson of the former minister. Just as he stepped up the stairs, he stepped back and looked at the consulting room closest to the stairs.

The curtains were not drawn on the glass window of the consulting room, and she saw a familiar face inside at a glance.

He was actually the director of the Human Resources Bureau who was beaten by her last time?

Why did he need to go to the hospital in Jiang City to see what kind of disease he had?

Ye Buqing came closer, calmed down, and heard the doctor inside say, "You have syphilis. Our hospital currently does not have medicine to treat syphilis. You..."

Someone was approaching with a cart. Ye Buqing took a look inside and made sure he recognized the right person. He took a few steps up the stairs and left.