Quick Transmigration: The Little Essence of a Sick Big Guy

Zuo Le didn't know what to do, and walked over in confusion.

Gu Zhi turned off the light and said coldly, "You stay here and watch."

If you listen carefully, you will find that the voice is a little uncomfortable.

Zuo Le was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and snickered.

Is this person afraid of having a nightmare and not being able to fall asleep, so let him stay by his side?

Gu Zhi really thought about it this way, these two days when the gangsters were around him, he managed to sleep peacefully.

Waking up the next day, Gu Zhi felt indescribably comfortable.

He hadn't had such a good night's sleep for many, many years.

The boy is like a night door god, helping him keep all bad nightmares out of the door.

He no longer seemed to be bothered by nightmares.

Gu Zhi lifted the quilt to get up, but found that the boy was sitting on the ground with his upper body lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

What a pain.

Gu Zhi patted the young man on the shoulder, and the man looked up at him sleepily.He said softly, "Go to sleep on the sofa."

The voice was still cold, but with a gentleness that was not there before.

"Okay, master."

Zuo Le replied lazily, feeling a little delicate.

He purposely fell asleep next to the bed, just to bet on whether Gu Zhi would carry him to sleep on the bed.

But he also knew the odds of success were slim.

Facts have proved that he did not get his wish.

However, to his surprise, Gu Zhi would pat him so gently to wake him up, and the tone in which he told him to sleep on the sofa could be called gentle.

"After all, Gu Zhi's favorability value for the host is now 6. This is the stage of ambiguity." System 666 reminded.

Zuo Le was thoughtful, he suddenly felt that Gu Zhi was not as difficult as he imagined.

Before going out, Gu Zhi glanced at the boy who was huddled on the sofa, and asked, "Is there anything you need to bring back?"

Zuo Le was a little surprised that this person would take the initiative to ask him if he had any needs.

Gu Zhi felt very uncomfortable being looked at by the young man with such bright eyes, his cheeks turned slightly red.

He was actually thinking about refusing to order shoes for the boy last night, so he planned to make up for it elsewhere.

"Master, I want a mobile phone." Zuo Le said sweetly, "In this way, I can contact Master at any time."

contact me anytime?

Do you want to contact outsiders at any time to facilitate negotiations?

Thinking of this, Gu Zhi's face turned cold, and he said in a cold tone, "This won't work."

Being rejected like this, Zuo Le didn't feel hurt or disappointed.

In fact, he probably guessed the result.

Gu Zhi obviously wanted to isolate him from the outside world, how could he easily give him a communication tool?

Although he knew it in his heart, he still had to show a look of disappointment on his face.

Zuo Le pretended to ask cautiously: "Then... I want wool and needles, is that okay?"

Gu Zhi thought that it would be boring for a punk to stay alone in the house, and knitting could be a good way to pass the time, so he said, "Yes."

Is there anything else you want?

This question was almost about to be asked, but Gu Zhi held back all of a sudden.

The little bastard is just a gadget that he keeps, and he can't get used to it.

It would be nice to promise to help the little bastard with one thing, how can I give more?

At this moment, Zuo Le said with great insight, "I don't want anything anymore. Master, go ahead and leave me alone."

Gu Zhi looked at such a "sensible" little bastard, and suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he pampered the little bastard a little more.

But this thought was fleeting, Gu Zhi turned around and left the room, locked it as usual, and told his subordinates to keep an eye on the door.

This morning, Zuo Le ate a Western-style breakfast as usual, and then went to the system to watch TV series to pass the time.

In the evening, Zuo Le habitually looked at the door, but did not see Gu Zhi come back.

Zuo Le watched the suspense drama for a while, but there was still no movement at the door.

This is not right.

Judging from the situation of the previous two days, Gu Zhi should have returned long ago.

Zuo Le asked: "Da Shun, is Gu Zhi in danger?"

"Yes." System 666 answered cleanly, and then said coolly, "It's useless for the host to know this, and it's impossible for you to rush to the scene to save him now."

Zuo Le: "..."

So what if it can't be saved?Can't he know more about it?

At about ten o'clock in the evening, there was finally a movement on the door—the door handle was turned, obviously someone was about to open the door and come in.

Zuo Le hurried over.

As soon as the door opened, he smelled blood.

The man walked into the room, his steps seemed to be steady, but he was heavier than before.

Zuo Le quickly supported the other party, and asked with concern: "Is the master injured?"

"En." Gu Zhi replied heavily, with a bloody smell in his breath, "Help me to the sofa."

Zuo Le helped him to the sofa, Gu Zhi frowned and sat down.

"The medicine box is in the bottom cabinet, bring it here." Gu Zhi said with some difficulty.

Zuo Le took out the medicine box and put it on the low table in front of the sofa. When he opened it, he found that it was mostly gauze and other things used to stop bleeding, and there was almost no medicine.

Gu Zhi was wearing a black shirt today, the blood stains on it were not so obvious.He took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, and then turned his back to cut off the shirt on his chest.

Seeing that he was not doing well, Zuo Le hurriedly said, "I'll do it."

Gu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then handed over the scissors.

When Zuo Le got closer, he realized that the clothes there had been smeared with blood, and carefully cut off the clothes, aiming at the bleeding wounds.

This is a gunshot wound and the bullet has to be retrieved.

Zuo Le flipped through the medicine box and asked, "Master, where is the anesthetic?"

Gu Zhi looked at the punks who were busy walking around, with a complicated expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "There is no anesthetic."

Zuo Le turned back to look at the man, and said in surprise, "How painful is that?!"

Gu Zhi was amused by the surprised look of the young man's wide-eyed eyes, but the wound was involved in the smile, and the pain made him gasp.

"There is an alcohol lamp in the box, after you sterilize the tweezers, take the bullets directly." Gu Zhi said.

"Take it directly?" Zuo Le was startled, he glanced at the wound on the man's chest, and felt that this method was too simple and rude.

Gu Zhi didn't have the patience to watch the boy startled and dazed, and said impatiently, "Hurry up!"

Zuo Le had no choice but to suppress his shock, lit the alcohol lamp, and put the sharp-nosed tweezers on it to bake.

Then, he moved up to the man with tweezers.But looking at the bloody wound, Zuo Le still refused to let go.

"Is this really okay?" he asked.

Gu Zhi's patience was exhausted, and he said angrily, "If you don't know how to do it, I will do it myself."

Zuo Le had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

When the sharp-nosed tweezers penetrated into the flesh, Zuo Le's scalp was numb.

It hurts just to look at it, but the man didn't say a word.

Zuo Le glanced at Gu Zhi worriedly, but the man said fiercely, "Look at the wound!"