After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

When Fang Tong took the medicine back, Dr. Cui couldn't believe it. He took the medicine and took a closer look. It was indeed penicillin.

He glanced at Fang Tong, saw that one of his legs seemed unable to use his strength, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Fang Tong replied honestly: "I got sprained when I jumped out of the window."

Mr. Cui was helpless: "..." This unlucky boy.

He handed the medicine to the nurse, asked Fang Tong to sit down, pinched his ankle, and then twisted and straightened quickly, making two crisp sounds.

"All right."

The nurse gave Yu Fu some medicine, but because of the delay, even though he had tried his best to deal with it, the wound was still infected, and he developed a low-grade fever.

Seeing that the person was still awake, Fang Tong was a little worried. Dr. Cui gave him a sideways glance and said, "The operation was a success, but if the wound gets worse, the Heavenly King and I will not be able to save him."

*****

Under the host protection mode of the system, no one outside could find any trace of Yu Fu, and many days passed, the lights on the Huangpu River were brightly lit every night, but the salvage fleet found nothing.

There has been no news about Du Wangting's inspection of the ship, as if there is an invisible force blocking it. Every time there is a clue, it will be broken, and it can only be left alone.

That night he was still standing by the Huangpu River, the air pressure was so low that no one dared to disturb him.

Luo Xi and others accompanied him to search the neighborhood again and again, and went to Lu's house to borrow Mr. Lu's dog, but they still found nothing.

The brothers all guessed whether Mr. Lu was dead. Sato, who was on the same boat with Mr. Lu two days ago, came back and regretted that he could not help Mr. Lu, so they were even more determined about this idea, but watching If the boss is like this, they still have to try their best to pretend to be confident and participate in the search.

Du Wangting rubbed a watch in his hand, and the cold metal touched his body temperature. He thought, as long as he didn't see that person's body one day, he wouldn't believe that the person was dead, so he would look for it every day, every night, Day after day, always found.

He couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for that person all the time. At first, he just thought that this person was very special, but after getting in touch with him more, he became more and more unable to extricate himself, as if something he had been looking for for a long time suddenly It just appeared in front of my eyes, I want to get close to it, I want to own it.

Before meeting that person, he never regretted anything, but now he regrets taking back the person who was placed by his side because he was afraid that he would be unhappy.

So, the man was lost.

He lowered his eyes with a lonely expression, but he didn't know that not far from him, deep in the coffin shop that he had knocked on several times, was hiding the person he was looking for.

Yu Fu didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he found that his whole body was numb. He moved a little, and the tingling mixed with itching came from his back and legs.

He could only obediently stay still, buried his head on the pillow, and mumbled, "System, I dreamed about He Wuhuan."

The system is actually quite worried these days. Seeing that he looks pitiful, he speaks in a much gentler tone, and asks, "What did you dream about?"

Upon hearing this voice, Yu Fu burst into tears immediately: "System, you still love others, right?"

System: "..." He knew that this person couldn't give him face.

Yu Fu saw that it was almost done, so he stopped teasing him, and said in a rare and serious voice, "I dreamed that we participated in the martial arts leader's meeting together, and then I was attacked by someone, and in the end, he directly beat me to death during the martial arts competition later on." It's..."

He paused, and his tone was somewhat nostalgic: "At that time, our relationship was still very good, but later on, for some reason, we became more and more strangers, and in the end it was simply at odds. He even swore in front of Quan Wulin that he would kill me with his own hands. ..."

System: "And then?"

Yu Fu rested his chin on the back of his hand, frowned and continued, "I have never been able to figure out why he hated me so much in the back. Could it be that time I was in the same room with Miss A Fei when he bumped into me for healing? Then he thought I was Heng Dao seized his lover and his wife could not deceive him into wearing a cuckold? Wouldn't it be so?"

Hearing this, the bystander system really wanted to cover his face, but he had no entity at all, so he could only express his unspeakable feelings in silence.

Yu Fu ignored him and continued, "In the dream just now, he was still holding a 40-meter-long sword, telling me fiercely that no matter where I went, he would find me, and then he would hack me to death. One slash was on my back, the second slash was on my leg, and when the third slash came, I woke up, hehe..."

The system is speechless, this retarded...

Yu Fu grinned: "Why don't you talk about the system? Are you there? The system? You talk to the system? Are you talking about the system? Hisiri, howareyou? Hi, the system..."

The system seemed to see a giant humanoid cicada lying on its stomach, whoa, whoa, whoa... The quality eighteen companies that have been brewing for a long time are ready to come out.

Fortunately, someone opened the door and came in at this time. The nurse was holding a tray in her hand. Seeing him wake up, she smiled happily and said, "You're awake, I'll change the medicine."

After a while, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves resounded in the ward, and Yu Fu was sweating profusely, as if seeing the third knife fell on his head.

A few days later, Dr. Cui saw that Yu Fu's injury had gradually stabilized, so he told them to pack up and leave. The man carried it home.

Yu Fu's legs were still unable to walk, and the upper part of his back hadn't fully healed, so he could only lie on the bed. He looked around, and it could almost be described as a house with bare walls.

Fang Tong came in with a bowl of porridge, with unknown vegetable leaves floating on it, so clear that he could almost see the bottom of the bowl, Yu Fu took the bowl, thanked him, and took a sip, the bitter taste from the tip of his tongue to the root of his tongue.

He looked at Fang Tong. The boy in front of him was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was in a complicated mood. At first, he just saved someone casually, but now he was the one who was saved.

Fang Tong seldom talked to him, and he didn't seem to live here, but he would deliver things at meal times, and then take away the toilet in the corner.

There seems to be someone living next door, it sounds like it should be Fang Tong's uncle, but that person leaves early and returns late every day, and Yu Fu never saw him when he was awake.

So he was bored every day, and he could only live like this by molesting the system. When he finally got out of bed and walked around on his own, he ran outside to bask in the sun like a mad sheep released from the pen.

Needless to say, the environment in the slums, but he doesn't care, he has encountered more difficult environments than this one.

He walked for a long time before he saw someone, and finally he was able to talk to someone. He was almost suffocated, and when he got closer, he found that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

He stood behind the crowd, craned his neck and looked in.

A woman knelt on the ground with blank eyes, holding a seven or eight-year-old child in her arms. A rancid smell emanated from the child. Yu Fu looked down and frowned.

The child's hanging palms were already rotten, and yellowish-white liquid flowed down, pooled into drops on the fingertips, and dripped on the woman's dirty clothes.

Yu Fu thought the child was dead, but he heard her cough weakly, almost black blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth, mixed with groups of flocculents, followed by sharp gasps like suffocation, There was a broken noise like a bellows in the chest cavity...

He couldn't stand it anymore, and left with a limp, just in time to meet Fang Tong who came to deliver the food, he couldn't help asking: "Do you know what's going on over there?"

Fang Tong paused with his hands, raised his eyes and seemed to have a sarcastic smile, and said, "Want to know?"

Yu Fu felt that his attitude was a bit inexplicable, but he followed him out. Fang Tong took him into another house. Before he entered, he heard coughing from inside. After entering, a woman was Sitting in the small courtyard, cleaning the soles of his shoes, he lowered his head and coughed a few times from time to time.

"Mother, I'm back." Fang Tong called softly.

The woman looked up. She should be in her early 30s, but the corners of her eyes were covered with wrinkles, her lips were pale, and her complexion was particularly bad.

She responded happily, put the sole of her shoe aside, and was stunned when she saw Yu Fu: "This is it?"

Yu Fu introduced himself: "Just call me Xiao He."

Fang Tong glanced at him, took him aside, and said, "Did you see it?"

Yu Fu pursed his lips: "Your mother...has a lung disease?"

Fang Tong laughed and said, "Yes, my mother used to work in a cotton yarn factory, but she contracted lung disease and was fired. Don't you want to know what happened to that child? Let me tell you, she used to work in silk She works in a factory, and the children with her are all children under ten years old. Do you know how to peel silkworm cocoons? Put silkworm cocoons in boiling water, and the foreman forces them to start peeling silkworm cocoons while the water is still hot for the sake of efficiency. She fell asleep and was discovered, and the foreman pressed her hand into the boiling water."

"Uncle Wang, who was a few houses ahead, had his hand strangled when he turned on the machine, but instead of paying compensation, he was beaten and thrown out. ..."

"To you rich people, are we really human?"

Yu Fu listened to him, his voice was not loud, and he was not aggressive, but his words seemed to be tied to his heart. He knew that behind the prosperity of this era, there was unbearable dilapidation. It is said to be a paradise of dreams, but for more people, it is an out-and-out hell.

But he didn't know that even an ordinary piece of clothing that he usually wore was stained with other people's blood.

Shanghai in this era is like flowers blooming on rotten bones, both beautiful and evil.

Fang Tong was still saying: "The day you saved me, I was looking for money to treat my mother's illness. Without you, she and I both died, so I saved you, and we owe nothing."

Yu Fu: "..." This kid is really cool.

He returned to the place where he lived in a daze, covered his head and began to think about life, and when he finally came up with something to think about, he had already stayed here for almost a month.

He was taking a walk outside the house when Fang Tong walked in. Seeing that his injuries were basically alright, he said, "The limelight on you outside is almost over. I heard that your body was fished out of the Huangpu River yesterday. Now everyone thinks you are dead."

Yu Fu smacked his lips, and said, "Well...then I'll be out soon." But this feeling of being killed, if you think about it, it's a bit...red chicken.

Time went back to yesterday, Du Wangting brought people to the riverside, the boatman was pulling a big sack out of the water, the people from the patrol room hadn't arrived yet, he watched the boatman put the sack on the ground, squeezed his fists, and left past.

The boatman's skin was dark, and he showed his white teeth when he smiled, and said, "It's rotten, put it in a bag and fish it out."

The bag was opened, and what was inside could hardly be called a human being, it was like a ball of meat soaked in water, exuding a stench, Qin Xiaofu couldn't help it, and ran to the side to retch.

But even so, both the clothes on the body and the height of the body were very similar to Lu Qingzhi's. Du Wangting squatted down slowly. He watched, then reached out his hand mysteriously, and touched the corpse's hand.

The corpse was already highly decomposed, and it would shatter when touched. The bloated and white skin fell off, exposing the phalanges inside.

He was startled, the light in his eyes lit up again, Lu Qingzhi's fingers were slender and well-proportioned, while the uppermost joint of the little finger bone of the corpse in front of him was a bit curved... His face remained unchanged, but he smiled wryly in his heart, he was confused if he really cared, Take a closer look, this person doesn't look like him at all.

Qin Xiaofu also vomited, and suppressed her nausea and came over to take a look again. Du Wangting noticed that her eyes were slightly opened, and he didn't say much, got up and left here as if he was in unbearable pain.

In the car, Qin Xiaofu hesitated for a moment, but said: "Mr. Du, that should not be Young Master Lu."

Chu Ziyang, who was driving, turned his head and glanced at her. She mustered up her courage and continued, "I remember that suit, which was given to me by Young Master Lu a few years ago. Later, I took it out to treat my brother's illness. sold, so..."

Du Wangting didn't speak all the time, but Chu Ziyang could tell from his expression that he knew it a long time ago, but why did the boss look so bad when he came back from the river?White and white.

After Qin Xiaofu got out of the car, they drove all the way back to their residence. As soon as Chu Ziyang parked the car, he saw the boss stumbled out of the car, then leaned on the wall, and vomited.

Chu Ziyang hurried forward to pat him on the back, but was avoided. He didn't eat much these days, and today he went out without breakfast, and now he can only spit out water.

Du Wangting felt better in his stomach, and when he raised his head, his eye circles were a little red, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes. He was a little weak, and said hoarsely: "I want...to take a bath."

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