I have become the white moonlight of the iceberg boss [Rebirth]

Luo Chongyan was carried all the way to another room in the laboratory by Yue Ming, who forcibly locked the door and was not allowed to go out.

"Master, can we wait here for a while?" Yue Ming squatted in front of Luo Chongyan who was sitting by the bed, and discussed with him in a low voice. He didn't dare to really take him out, so he could only take him here.

Luo Chongyan was tired from crying, and leaned against the head of the bed, not wanting to speak.

He couldn't think about what happened, and he didn't dare to think about what he should do if something happened to him.

Yue Ming went out for a while and then came back, wrapped Luo Chongyan in a blanket and put a cup of hot water.

"Master, this is from Cheng Dong." Yue Ming handed over a brand-new yellow and red Ping An blessing.

Luo Chongyan seemed to have lost his soul, and slowly stretched out his hand from under the quilt to take it. Did he go to Ci'en Temple to ask for this?

It's obviously useless, otherwise why wouldn't he stand in front of him?

The sun slanted to the west, and after staying on the top of the mountain for a while, the sky completely darkened.

Luo Chongyan was very sleepy and tired, but he still squeezed his eyelids and didn't want to sleep.

"Master, I heard that this operation is very complicated, and it may take more than ten hours. You should sleep for a while, and when you wake up, maybe the husband will wake up."

Luo Chongyan shook his head, he didn't want it.

"Stay for Brother Dong for a while, I have something to ask him." Luo Chongyan lowered his head, and his whole figure was wrapped into a triangular zongzi with only his head and hands exposed.

He held the red string of Ping An Fu, and stroked the hand-sewn talisman made of exquisite silk cloth outside.

Yue Ming walked out after hearing the words, and after a while Cheng Donghong walked in with eyesight. He hadn't closed his eyes for more than 30 hours from yesterday to now.

"Brother Dong, sit down." Luo Chongyan never took his eyes off the Ping An Fu.

Cheng Dong sat down, he knew what the young master wanted to ask, but he had promised his husband that he would not say anything.

It's not that the young master is not qualified to know, but that he is afraid that he will do something to hurt himself if he finds out, so that all their efforts will be in vain.

"Brother Zhou must have told you not to tell me anything, right?" Luo Chongyan pulled an ugly smile, "Then can you tell me something?"

It doesn't matter what he can't say, he can check it himself.

Cheng Dong took out his mobile phone and clicked on the audio, and played him a recording he secretly recorded, which was what he said in the laboratory when he was fighting the blocking/strike agent.

"Master, Mr. has always wanted you to heal your leg. It is his long-cherished wish that you can stand up."

"It doesn't matter what people outside think about what you do, as long as you know that he won't harm you."

He would rather hurt himself than let Luo Chongyan suffer any more grievances.

"Stand up..." Luo Chongyan pinched his unconscious leg.

It's been so many years, and the best treatment period has been missed, why is Brother Zhou still so innocent and still clinging to his legs?

"What if you still have a chance?" Cheng Dong continued to ask him.

Luo Chongyan looked up at Cheng Dong: "What do you mean?"

What do you mean he still has a chance?

Cheng Dong didn't speak any more, but just showed him the results of the report he got here.

Luo Chongyan looked at the sealed document, but he lost the courage to open it.

……

At two o'clock in the morning, a document with complete and convincing evidence found its final habitat after five years of combing and sorting out and submitting layer by layer.

A transnational bomb that had been buried for more than ten years was completely ignited, and sporadic fires spread across the entire industry in an instant.

In the early years, technology was developing so fast that it was inevitable that other aspects of society could not keep up.

Rockefeller University has a gene about "obesity" that sells for as much as 2000 million US dollars. In the face of a huge economy, not many people can stick to the red line in their hearts.

There is no gray area where there is no clear inaccuracy, why can't it be done?

More and more genes with known functions have been granted patents, and in this "genetic battle" where no gunpowder can be seen, some people have moved to change Genetically coded delusions, envy and heart.

Starting with the sinful needle inserted into the body of a child less than five years old, the front of the car driven by fate is heading towards the end that is destined to bleed.

Luo Chongyan held on to the Ping An Fu until the sky went from dawn to clear, and the documents beside him were never opened.

He was not in the mood to pay attention to the case that caused an uproar after a night of fermentation.

The old fox who has been hiding for many years has never fought against the deadly viper.

Sunlight came in from the window, Luo Chongyan got out of the blanket, washed up briefly, and went out in a wheelchair.

The closed laboratory door was still closed, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that his brother Zhou would be able to lie there one day.

Cheng Dong and Yue Ming stood behind Luo Chongyan, seeing him quietly looking at the laboratory, they looked at each other but were speechless.

Fifteen years ago, a little angel who was so beautiful that he fell from the sky was hypnotized by drugs and lay quietly on the bed, with various instruments implanted all over his body.

It was three days after the closed door was opened again, but he lost the memory of that time and couldn't remember it at all.

Luo Chongyan slowly pressed the command button and walked around the laboratory, stopped in front of a window with curtains drawn, leaned forward to take a look through the gap less than one centimeter wide.

I want to know if Shi Zhou hurts, I want to see if he is alright, I want to touch him, I want to listen to him talk, and I want him to stand in front of me alive and well.

The palm of the hand was pressed against the cold glass and slowly slid down. Luo Chongyan put his head on the wall, and was covered by the tide of heart surging from the bottom of his heart.

Brother Zhou, as long as you are well, I will listen to you no matter whether you want to heal your legs or do anything.

"I promise you, I will be obedient and take good care of my legs. You also promise me, don't leave me here alone."

"If you don't answer, I'll take it as if you agreed."

Luo Chongyan stayed in the laboratory for five days without leaving home, refused to answer any calls, refused to listen to any news, and cut off all contact.

Apart from eating and sleeping, he didn't even have any extra words, his whole body was like a burning candle, with no blood on his face.

As the final time limit approached, Luo Chongyan's heart was pushed even closer to the point of the knife, and every second was a torment.

No food, no drink, no sleep, tense nerves, waiting for the arrival of the sickle of death on the head.

Everyone stayed up until [-]:[-] on the sixth night before news came from the laboratory that the reagent residues diffused in Shi Zhou's body had been basically eliminated, and there was no danger to his life for the time being, but how long he could wake up depended on his own will to survive. .

After Luo Chongyan heard that he was out of danger, his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

……

Fifteen days later.

On the third floor of Shi's house, Shi Zhou was lying on his bed with his eyes closed and wearing a ventilator, and his silence was like an immobile iceberg.

The backs of his hands and arms are still exposed with various needles and instruments, and the daily energy is supplied by the nutrient solution.

Doctors and doctors in the laboratory take turns to monitor it 24 hours a day. This month is a high-risk period, and there is no room for negligence.

Cheng Dong waited for Luo Chongyan to hand over the document signed before Shi Zhou to the young master when he woke up. As long as he signs it, the document will take effect immediately.

Luo Chongyan saw that all the shares and execution rights of the IPF in the document were handed over to him, and he was so angry that he directly smashed the document on Cheng Dong's head: "Who wants his broken shares! Let him hold it for me!"

Although the IPF can still operate when there is no time for the time being, many important things still need to be decided by him to operate, and the headquarters has heard that there is no one here for the time being, and they want someone else to take over.

Luo Chongyan saw that Cheng Dong was busy with other things and had to take care of the company, so he simply brought over the documents to be processed.

Although he doesn't want Shi Zhou's ruined company, it is his hard work after all, and he has to guard it for him, and return it to him when he wakes up.

Luo Chongyan imitated Shi Zhou's appearance every morning, dressed in a suit, and sat in Shi Zhou's office all morning.

He held endless meetings, signed countless documents, arranged the meetings and activities to be attended in advance, and he would replace what he could, and come to apologize in person if he couldn't.

Luo Chongyan, who had always done whatever he wanted, personally put on shackles and shackles for himself.

He has not had much contact with business. Although he studied computer and he also understands the theory of stocks, it is only when he truly combines technology and business that he realizes how big the gap between theory and reality is.

What he envisioned was just on paper, and every step of the whole project, from research and development to implementation, was different from what he had imagined.

It was the first time he was stared at, made a wrong decision for the first time, and was questioned for the first time that he would not be able to step down, but he could no longer turn over the table and just walk away like before.

During the days when he didn't wake up, he didn't have the capital to do whatever he wanted.

Fortunately, Cheng Dong and Yue Ming were behind him to support him. With his strong learning ability, Luo Chongyan basically mastered it in only one week.

The time given to 20-year-old Luo Chongyan is endless training, the crushing and reshaping of the mind and body.

But hindrance is not another kind of gift.

Yue Ming and Cheng Dong looked at the young master who was beginning to become mature and stable day by day, feeling relieved and distressed, that the young master could live a good life without his husband's protection.

Luo Chongyan would go to the third floor every morning, noon and night to stay for a long time, lying on the side of the bed and covering his head with his hands that hadn't been plugged in during the day.

Occasionally climbed up to lie next to Shi Zhou and carefully hugged him, all the fatigue of the whole day would disappear as long as he stayed beside Shi Zhou who was like a large power bank.

No matter Shi Tian fell asleep or woke up, he was still there, so Luo Chongyan was satisfied.

"Master, your latest results are out." Yue Ming took the documents from the hospital and put them in front of Luo Chongyan.

The day after taking Shi Zhou home from the laboratory, Luo Chongyan and Yue Ming went to the hospital to undergo a comprehensive and detailed examination.

Luo Chongyan didn't answer, picked up a document and pretended to read it, but his hands couldn't stop shaking, and even his tone couldn't hide his panic: "Is it okay?"

Seeing this, Yue Ming smiled and nodded: "Yes."

The muscles in his legs have not atrophied, and even the nerves are well protected, which are important prerequisites for surgery.

Even the person who will perform the operation on the young master, Mr. has already found him for him a long time ago, and the expert team has been waiting for the young master to nod.

Hearing the affirmative answer, Luo Chongyan was not as happy as he imagined, but he didn't seem to be as repulsive as before.

Although he is used to the current life and has been relying on a wheelchair for 15 years, every time he thinks back to the recording Cheng Dong played for him, and hears Brother Zhou sucking in the air-conditioning and enduring the pain to make him stand up, he feels like Must do.

He wanted to stand up, wondering if he really reached brother Zhou's chin when he stood up.

I want to know what it feels like to walk on my legs side by side with him, and I want to do many things with him that I have never had the opportunity to do.

Luo Chongyan didn't ask Cheng Dong what their current plan was that night, but asked him what he knew a long time ago—the plan of brother Zhou in the previous life.

Although Cheng Dong was very shocked why the young master knew about the plan that was stopped halfway, he still kept silent and didn't say a word even if he was killed.

"I just ask two questions."

"After Brother Zhou finished this step, what was the original plan? Was he going to heal my legs?"

Cheng Dong didn't expect the young master to even guess this. Although the surprise on his face was fleeting, Luo Chongyan still saw it.

"Brother Zhou did all this because of me?"

Because he predicted that something unexpected would happen to him, Shi Zhou didn't see him or contact him before he left, just to protect him behind him.

Luo Chongyan, who was supposed to die in 15 years, was able to live up to now intact.

He left the chance of survival up to him.

Cheng Dong lowered his head and thought, if it's not because of you, who else could be because of it? After all, the old fox has no grudges with the Shi family, and the husband is not too full to provoke others.

Although Cheng Dong didn't say a word, Luo Chongyan has already retrieved all the missing puzzle pieces, and only waits to put them back in their original positions one day.

"Brother Ming, make an appointment for me." Luo Chongyan withdrew Piao Yuan's thoughts and made a decision.

How dare he live up to the wishes of his two lifetimes?