Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Uncle Hei, can I ask what you guys talked about?" Wang Meng seemed to be staring at the boiling Chinese medicine in the pot, but when he asked this question, his eyes were actually wandering around nervously.

Hei Xia Zi turned the fire button to low heat, and said with a slightly blaming tone, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask, and... you are really stupid, such a spendthrift. If you continue to cook this medicine over high heat, I guess you will cook away all the medicinal properties!"

"Hmm, hmm...ah? Oh my god!" Wang Meng finally realized that he had made such a big mistake because he was too concerned. "Then what should I do with my boss? He's been drinking for a week..."

"Fuck, did you really cook it over high heat for a whole week? Are you making Meng Po soup? Are you planning to send my disciple to heaven early?!" Even someone like Hei Xia Zi was frightened by Wang Meng's outrageous move.

Wang Meng replied tremblingly, "I said I really didn't mean it, do you believe me?"

At this time, the noise in the kitchen that seemed like it was about to explode attracted Huo Daof to come over. He relied on his conscience to help Wang Meng out of the predicament.

"Although the effect will not be good if the medicine is overcooked, it was my order after all. Are you sure you want to continue to argue with him and let the medicine be completely boiled dry?" After saying that, Huo Daof glanced at his wrist. These days, everyone has been equipped with watches for Wu Yu so that they can accurately observe the time. After all, life requires racing against time with death.

He frowned and continued, "Actually, even if the medicine is not effective, it can be used for a while. Anyway, Wu Yu's medicine must not be stopped. Since Mr. Hei cares so much, then you will be the one to cook the medicine from now on, right?"

Then, Huo Daof walked past the two of them, mercilessly picked up the spoon and scooped out a bowl of medicine. He turned around and walked out quickly, as if he would not listen to any of Hei Xia Zi's refusal. He walked away, but in the kitchen, apart from the fire that had been extinguished, there were still the trembling Wang Meng and Hei Xia Zi, whose face was extremely dark.

"Do you believe what he said? I don't do this kind of work. Do you know how much money it costs to hire me?" Hei Xiazi gritted his teeth at Wang Meng. Even his eyes behind his sunglasses narrowed dangerously, which was quite unfriendly. "Your answer now is very important to me. Will you do this job of boiling medicine? I'll give you three seconds to answer it well. Three, two..."

"I'll cook the medicine, you just take a rest, Mr. Hei!" Wang Meng replied immediately, fearing that Hei Xia Zi would slap him.

After hearing the satisfactory answer, Hei Xiazi, who was now light and agile, naturally felt relaxed all over. He even started to act out some drama. He spoke in a frivolous tone, with the cheap verbal reward that the superior casually threw out, "Okay, my dear, please don't be polite. I'm tired and need to go to rest. You can leave now!"

Wang Meng hung his head, unwillingly, but still nodded obediently. It was another day of humble work, and the boss really didn't pay me anymore. Woo woo woo woo, how can I live...

Wu Yu, whose eyes were stung by another bowl of medicine from Huo Dafu, naturally turned his head away uncomfortably. As he reached middle age, he became more and more fickle. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he shook his head in refusal, "No, how long do I have to drink this stuff? I feel like my taste buds are dead!"

"You can't stop taking the medicine." Huo Dafu was like a machine without any emotion. Even when he was holding the bowl of medicine, his posture was particularly correct. "Unless you want to die? And after drinking the medicine, tell me the truth, do you feel better? I'm not trying to hurt you. Besides, you said that your taste buds are dead, so how can you still taste anything?"

"Oh my god, Huo Daof, I never thought you were so good at changing the concept!" The fat man also didn't like the kitchen that was smelled by medicine, so he dragged the extension cord in early, and even directly brought a pot to the table in Wu Yu's vvvip ward, ready to cook on the spot.

However, the tenderloin here can probably only be boiled and not braised. He secretly felt sorry for Wu Yu's now fragile body, and at the same time sighed for his own stomach that could not enjoy the blessing.

The two guys only dared to rest when they saw that all the staff were present. They worked in shifts, with Zhang Qiling looking after Wu Xie for the whole morning and Zhang Qiling looking after Wu Xie for the whole afternoon. After nightfall, they would move two simple beds for Wu Xie and put them firmly in the middle to prevent him from having any sudden symptoms in the middle of the night.

Zhang Qiling was now sitting on a simple bed, with a pillow under his waist and his eyes closed. He was not asleep, nor did he feel annoyed by being disturbed. On the contrary, he felt that everyone in the room was talking and joking, and he actually felt very calm in his heart.

He didn't open his eyes until Wu Mi pulled his hand and looked at him for help.

And in that one second when their eyes met, Zhang Qiling's mind, which had almost stabilized, began to waver again. He knew that the reason Wu Yu came to find him was simply because he didn't dare to make trouble with the young man.

Because there was once a time when Wu Di begged the young man, but in the end the young man still poured the medicine into his mouth, and the young man's attitude has always been firm, and he has only considered Wu Di's health from beginning to end, but Zhang Qiling would show a slightly different hesitation on this rule.

It was not just soft-heartedness. Everyone, including Wu Di himself, could see that Zhang Qiling was unable to refuse any of Wu Di's requests. There was even a time when Wu Di looked the most miserable, and Zhang Qiling almost had a fight with the young man for the bowl of medicine.

But in the end, it was Zhang Qiling who forced himself to suppress his obedience to Wu Yu's words, and barely managed to maintain the situation where he and the little brother played the good cop and the bad cop respectively.

The young man's attitude was naturally tough and unquestionable. He poured the medicine into Wu Yu's mouthful by mouthful. He would not let anything happen to Wu Yu's body. Although Zhang Qiling softened his attitude, he would feed Wu Yu candy afterwards, or go against his own conscience and reject Wu Yu's pitiful appearance.

So now, Zhang Qiling pulled his hand out of Wu Di's palm. He knew that he was greedy for Wu Di's warmth, but he was always clear that this was not a good thing for Wu Di.

Rather than being shaken by Wu Yu's eloquence, he hoped to see Wu Yu fully recover.

So, when the young man took the bowl of medicine from Huo Daof, Zhang Qiling firmly controlled all the resistance of this man in the face of Wu Yu's surprised gaze.

Zhang Qiling was able to hold down Wu Di's two wrists with one hand, and this action could not be more familiar. Wu Di's eyes widened, and he naturally knew that Zhang Qiling could not make the decision for him in this matter, so he struggled desperately, fearing that the young man's spoon would pry open his mouth and force him to swallow the disgusting medicine.

But who knew that Zhang Qiling was quick-witted and quick-handed, and pinched Wu Yu's chin with his left hand, making his face face towards the young man.

The process of drinking medicine is always painful and difficult. Even though the fat man is used to it, he still pauses when he scoops up the meat foam floating on the soup because of Wu Yu's pig-killing scream. He smiles awkwardly, teasing with worry and distress, and his tone is a little light, as if he is attracted by the smell of meat, "Don't let Tian Zhen play with you to death."

"No." The young man replied briefly and quickly.

Zhang Qiling also continued, cooperating with the fight first-rate, "The force was not too strong."

"It's not...you, burp! You're not the ones who are drinking the medicine... Ugh, of course not..." Wu Yu swallowed hard. He felt the bitterness of the Chinese medicine passing through his throat, as if it was cut by a blade. It made him dry heave even when he spoke.

Hei Xia Zi heard the noise, but did not follow Wang Meng into the ward. Instead, he leaned on the sofa in the living room with his arms and lowered his head to eavesdrop on Yan Bucun's phone call.

"Is everything okay?" Yan Bugun noticed that Hei Xiazi was approaching, but perhaps because they had been together for a long time, he no longer considered him a stranger, so he simply did not move and just kept talking with the receiver on.

The voice on the other end was a woman's, but she sounded very tired, and she sighed with every word she spoke, "I'm almost going crazy from being tortured, I can't fight to get his brother back..."

"It's just the time. It's normal that you can't stop this kind of thing. Thank you for your hard work. However, if he still insists on doing that kind of thing, ignore him. I can't let him make that kind of wish a second time." Yan Bucun's tone was very serious, and there was also a hidden threat to someone.

The woman replied quickly, "Okay."

"Are you talking to the beautiful lady in your family? I thought you asked Huo Daof to treat Wu Yu because you had a falling out with Qingru. I think I remembered her name correctly?" Hei Xiazi's teasing voice was very frivolous, and he was wildly speculating about the relationship between Qingru and Yan Bucun.

But Yan Bucun hung up the phone and denied it, "I have some relationship with her, but it's not what you think. It's not because we broke up that I didn't let her come. It's mainly because something happened with Zhaoxu and Xiangyang."

"Is it also because of materialization? I heard you say that he seemed to be making a wish..." Hei Xia Zi narrowed his eyes, and even though he lowered his head, his sunglasses did not slip off at all.

Yan Bucun nodded gently, "Xiangyang's body rotted because Zhaoxu's wish expired. This kind of thing is as inevitable as Yan Guangshan's need to change his body."

"Is your body also unavoidable?" asked Hei Xia Zi.

Suddenly, Yan Bucun stood up and walked towards Wu Yu's ward. His voice seemed to float over, so soft and frightening:

"No, this is for planning."

Hei Xia Zi looked at his back, not quite understanding, and then followed him until they entered the door one after the other again and brushed shoulders. Then he said in a light tone, whispering in his ear, sincerely, "Then... I wish you success."