Becoming the villain of the white moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

Shao Qiubai asked the nurse to pull out the needle and walked out of the room, feeling a little out of sorts.

He walked to the waiting room, and before anyone entered the door, he heard Richard's suppressed angry voice.

"Qin, you can't go on like this. You must follow the doctor's orders and reduce your workload, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

The sound of footsteps alarmed the two people in the room. Seeing Shao Qiubai come in, Richard stopped talking. He tugged at his white coat irritably, his brows were frowned, and a displeased expression remained on his face.

Qin Zeyu was not frightened at all by the look of the attending doctor. He stood up, picked up his coat, and said to Shao Qiubai, "Have you rested yet? Let's go."

"Qin..." Richard stepped forward, but Qin Zeyu stopped him with his gaze.

"You...you can't do this," he moved his lips, swallowed what he wanted to say, watched Shao Qiubai walk out of the room first, then lowered his voice, and said in Qin Zeyu's ear: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Shao Qiubai." Think, once your condition enters the moderate to severe active stage, what will happen to him?"

Bai Ze stopped and gave Richard a warning look.

"It's not something you should think about," he said calmly. "Don't forget your professional ethics, Dr. Cole."

Scary scenes such as cutting out the heart, cutting out the kidney, and cutting the intestines and stomachs appeared in Richard's mind for a moment. It looks very tangled.

Bai Ze accidentally read the strong voice of the foreigner, fell silent for a moment, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry," he said, "Things will not develop as you imagined."

"Since I'm here, I'm destined to be responsible for Shao Qiubai."

Leaving Richard, who was more entangled, Bai Ze walked out the door.

Shao Qiubai was waiting for him in the corridor with his schoolbag.

"What is Dr. Richard talking about?" he asked.

"It's nothing, repeating the same old tune, let me put down the 4G technology that is about to go into production, and give foreign manufacturers a way to survive."

"You should follow the doctor's orders." Shao Qiubai disagreed, "It's not like no one can calculate the required parameters except you."

"But they are not as skilled and powerful as I am." Bai Ze raised his chin.

If it weren't for the cooperation of all aspects required for the 4G production, such as comprehensively upgrading the domestic signal base stations before that, and updating the supplier's equipment and patents from top to bottom, just on the theoretical level, he can point out the 5G technology immediately.

Shao Qiubai glanced at him helplessly, seeing the confident brilliance on Qin Zeyu's face, he had no choice but to surrender.

"What about the 4G mobile phone after it goes on the market? You can take a rest for a while, right?"

"It can be considered." Bai Ze smiled.

The law that hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly jumped out, and said in his mind: "Cheating the villain's feelings! Bad review!"

"You're back." Bai Ze was distractedly chatting with Shao Qiubai while chatting with Shao Qiubai, "How long can I live?"

According to the development of the small world, Qin Zeyu's condition should have worsened during Shao Qiubai's senior year, and then he was imprisoned. Soon after, Shao Qiubai managed to escape, and Qin Zeyu died within half a year.

Now with Bai Ze's time travel, in order to point out the 4G technology before he died, he let the law suppress the will of the small world, and he survived alive and well until Shao Qiubai graduated and was still working overtime on research and development. Live the small world in motion.

To be honest, I just heard Richard say that his SLE-DAI index has risen sharply, and Bai Ze already had a premonition when his suspected condition deteriorated and entered the active stage, so he was not too surprised.

It's just a pity that he may not see the beautiful scene of Stellar I4 being launched next year and 4G signal towers all over China.

"Teacher Qin? Zeyu?" Shao Qiubai called out.

"Huh? What?" Bai Ze recovered.

"It's nothing." Shao Qiubai rubbed the letter in his pocket, thought of Qin Zeyu's absent-mindedness just now, and the words he heard from Dr. Richard outside the waiting room, and secretly made a decision.

He controlled the faint uneasiness in his heart, and said with a smile: "I mean, the elevator is here, let's go."

·

"What? Shao Qiubai received the letter?"

In the room, Qin Jiangtao walked around excitedly, raised his eyes and asked his secretary.

"Yes, that's right." The secretary picked up an inconspicuous black star I2.

The phone card in this phone is a new bearer card, no one can find out who is behind the number.

"He sent us a message early this morning. As soon as I receive the text message, I will tell you immediately."

In the SMS inbox, there is a lonely message——

"who are you?"

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Bring it here." Qin Jiangtao picked up the phone from the secretary, and wrote on it with the handwriting input method——

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that Qin Zeyu wants your life."

"Only by cooperating with me can you have a way out."

……

The empty room was dark, only the LCD screen of Stellar I3 was still emitting cold light.

Shao Qiubai looked at the text message on the screen, his finger was almost on the delete key, but he didn't press it.

He still had the shock in his heart when he just learned some news, but he used his usual city mansion to hide the turbulent waves under a calm appearance.

Open the search box unconsciously, and search for "systemic lupus erythematosus" in the browser.

"Autoimmune genetic disease", "involving multiple organs", "may cause multi-system damage"...

A line of text matched what the stranger just said.

Shao Qiubai's hands trembled, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down quickly.

The other party said that the reason why Qin Zeyu found himself from a remote mountain village was to prepare for his organ transplant after his serious illness. From the very beginning, he regarded himself as a living organ with no relatives, no escape, and even if it disappeared suddenly, no one cared about it. Libraries look at, not people.

In other words, during the past four years of dating, he has not given a trace of sincerity.

Shao Qiubai asked himself, is Qin Zeyu really what the other party said?

If he only regarded himself as a living organ bank, why did he try his best to coach him so that he could win the IMO gold medal and be recommended to Beijing University?

If it is said that he has never had a trace of sincerity in getting along with him in the past few years, then he has really been fascinated by the superficial love, and can't see the slightest bit?

Even...even if things are really the same as the other party said, everything is just deceit and calculation, then I will expose the false lies and part ways with Qin Zeyu from now on, or...or I would rather put my heart and soul into it and risk my life to bet with him?

He sank himself in the darkness, pondered quietly, opened his heart layer by layer, and dissected it almost cruelly.

His elbow touched the schoolbag inadvertently, and Shao Qiubai seemed to wake up from a dream.He opened the slightly old schoolbag, took out a document bag from the bottom layer, and then took out a voluntary donation agreement that had been kept close to his body since he signed it in the second year of high school and almost never left.

Now it seems that this agreement is a bit too detailed, almost trivially stating every right and obligation of both parties, eliminating any possibility of exploiting loopholes.

Shao Qiubai read the agreement carefully again. Even with his perspective four years later, he couldn't find any loopholes in the agreement. Instead, as the sponsoring party, Qin Zeyu used rules and regulations to restrict himself to be extremely strict and merciless. It was as if... he was instinctively preventing himself from doing things that violated morality and conscience.

He has always been such a person, upright, strong, and calm, and has never changed.

And those who hide in the gutter can't imagine anyway.

With a beep, another text message was received on the phone, and the person on the other side seemed impatient.

"Have you decided? What are you still hesitating about?"

"You have been with Qin Zeyu for so many years, did he let you know that you are sick? If it weren't for me, you might still be kept in the dark."

"..."

Then you haven't read the agreement.

Shao Qiubai's gaze moved down and landed on Qin Zeyu's and his own signatures.

The three characters "Qin Zeyu" are free and easy, with a compelling aura, which makes the "Shao Qiubai" on the side neat and tidy, which is a bit boring.

But boring people can sometimes do unimaginable things for their lovers.

"He told me a long time ago." Shao Qiubai said to himself.

He didn't hesitate anymore, opened the SMS inbox, edited a short message, and sent it to Qin Jiangtao who had been waiting for a long time.

"There is no evidence for what you say, I need evidence."

"what do you want?"

"Qin Zeyu's recent diagnosis report."

"I just want this."

……

After sending the last message, Shao Qiubai ignored the bargaining and dialed Richard's number.

"Hello? Shao?"

"Is anyone with you, Dr. Richard?"

"You wait."

There was a rustling sound from the opposite side, Richard went to his lounge, closed the door, and said, "Say it, Shao, what do you want?"

"I already know what disease Qin Zeyu has." Shao Qiubai cut to the chase, "Systemic lupus erythematosus, right?"

"Huh?!" Richard froze for a moment, and jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

"Listen to me, Shao, I talked to Qin about this issue before, he said he would not accept an organ transplant, we should all believe his character..."

"I believe." Shao Qiubai interrupted Richard.

"I have two things to ask you now—"

"One, someone may want to obtain Qin Zeyu's medical records from you recently. Please find out who that person is. I suspect he wants to harm Qin Zeyu."

"Two..." Shao Qiubai took a deep breath, and asked a little depressed: "I heard Qin Zeyu's conversation with you last week, Richard, tell me the truth, has his condition changed?"

Richard: "..."

Do you Hua people have the blood of prophets?

The professional ethics of keeping secrets for clients and the doctor's nature of saving lives and healing the wounded were fighting in his mind. Although he didn't want to answer, after Shao Qiubai threw out the bait of asking him to touch the star I3 a week in advance, the angel in white slapped his professional ethics to death. Richard De Dao: "Yes, his SLE-DAI, that is, the lupus activity index, is deteriorating rapidly. If it is not controlled, it may soon enter a period of moderate to severe activity. At that time, it will be difficult for any conventional treatment to stabilize the condition. Down, and even lead to a variety of complications."

"But you don't have to worry," Richard comforted after finishing talking about the bad side: "Qin himself is aware of this problem. He has been treating him with me these days, and we are confident that his condition will be stabilized."

"I trust your medical skills." Shao Qiubai said.

"But...I mean but," his eyes sank, his black pupils were darker than the night in the room, and there was a deep sea-like determination and a lonely courage suppressed in them.

"Richard, once his condition deteriorates to the point where...an organ transplant is necessary to save his life, I hope you will notify me as soon as possible, even against Qin Zeyu's wishes."

"Also, please keep these calls confidential and don't tell him."

……

"Do I want to die and tell Qin these words?" Richard hung up the phone, walked around the lounge, and banged his head against the wall.

"Ahhh, I just want to come to China to make a lot of money, but all the RMB I earned was spent on Xingxing mobile phones, and now I still want to be Cupid? Cupid is shooting the bow and arrow of love, piercing the heart with one arrow... and What about me? The scalpel of love, biubiubiu digs out your heart?"

"Ah, it's really hard to be a doctor!"

After venting his manic mood in the lounge, Richard brushed his blond hair, put on his white coat, and remembered Shao Qiubai's first request.

"It's simple."

Anyway, this is the Qin family's private hospital, and all expenses can be reimbursed by Qin Zeyu.Richard found the dean unceremoniously, and said to him: "I feel very unsafe recently, as if I was being watched by someone."

"That's right, that's what you Hua people call 'medical trouble'. Didn't a doctor get stabbed to death a few days ago because of a tooth that was pulled out 20 years ago? I'm in a critically ill area, and the one who died in my hands There are more than one or two Chinese people."

"..." The dean wiped off his sweat, "Doctor Cole, that's not how you speak Huaguo dialect."

"I don't care," Richard said in blunt Chinese language, "I need a sense of security!"

"How many nurses should I send to your department who have learned Wing Chun?"

"No, no, no," Richard waved his hands wildly: "It's too good to be useful, I just need to install a few more surveillance cameras around the office."

"Oh, what are you being polite about?"

Despite his refusal, the dean sent three nurses there in line with the principle of taking care of international friends, two women and one man, all capable of beating.

"Do you have any requirements for the camera? If you don't have one, just install the latest one, it's very hidden."

"I'm contacting the manufacturer now, and I'll send someone there in a while, and I'll install it for you before I get off work!"

Richard: "..."

He walked out of the dean's office, thinking to himself—God, Chinese people who know martial arts are really scary!

The author has something to say:

I forgot to mention it before, but I would like to add here that there is nothing wrong with the symptoms of systemic lupus erythematosus, but the severity and treatment methods have been changed by me, don’t believe it.In reality, if early detection and early control, lupus patients can live a normal life, chirp~

By the way, are you happy shopping on Double Eleven?The author has chopped off all eight claws, and now it is a disabled codewriter orz

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