Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

"Doctor, if the fever continues, people will be stupid! You should think of a way!" Si Xu was in a hurry. Zhou Yancheng burned for two days and two nights in a row. In the end, Zhou Yancheng kept crying and shouting at He Yan.

Lao Qin pushed the door and walked down, Si Xu looked behind him expectantly, Lao Qin shook his head in frustration: "He won't come no matter what."

"You didn't say that the boss is dying!" Si Xu growled in disbelief, "How can anyone be so hard-hearted?"

"He thought we were playing tricks again," Lao Qin said with a wry smile, "Boss is shooting himself in the foot."

Si Xu was dumbfounded.

"What kind of fucking fate is this!" Si Xu was puzzled, "The boss has only met He Yan so many times, why is it as if he has been hit by a bow!"

"Ah," Lao Qin sighed, "The more you are a playful person, the crazier he will be once he has true feelings."

Fortunately, Zhou Yancheng woke up in the afternoon of the third day. His whole body was in pain. Because of the high fever, the wound on his abdomen became inflamed. As soon as he woke up, he grinned from the burning pain, frowned and moaned. Still in a daze, I don't know what night it is, but I heard

Xu Zeen's playful voice: "Yo, wake up!"

"You're awake!" The other voice was Lou Fengtang, who had a little more conscience than Xu Zeen, "Would you like some water, bro?"

"Why are you two here?" Zhou Yancheng's voice was hoarse, and he was wheezing when he spoke, as if a broken bellows was pulling on his chest.

"Who do you think is here? We can't come here to wait for your obituary! I said Zhou Laosan, you are really capable, chasing a small love can make yourself into this kind of virtue, spending money is not you Are you going to run for love saint?" Xu Zeen joked.

Lou Fengtang shook the wheelchair and poured a glass of water for his brother, and inserted a straw for him to drink.

One of the brothers and sisters was wearing a bandage, and the other was on an intravenous drip. Xu Zeen pointed at them and laughed so hard: "I said you are really brothers..."

Zhou Yancheng weakly pointed at Xu Ze'en and said to Lou Fengtang: "Get this thing out for me, I don't want to hear his nagging."

Lou Fengtang shouted angrily in his dantian: "Come here!"

Lao Qin outside the door heard the movement and hurried in: "Boss, you are awake! Do you want something to eat?"

Lao Qin walked to the bedside table and opened a blue insulated box. Zhou Yancheng shook his head weakly: "I don't want to eat."

Old Qin had an idea: "This is the vegetable and chicken porridge made by He Yan himself, do you want to try it?"

Zhou Yancheng's face was instantly radiant, and he sat up neatly.

He was snoring as if he hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes—of course, he was hungry for three days, and he ate all the porridge in an insulated box in a short while, his face was flushed with satisfaction, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling meaning.

"Where is He Yan?" Zhou Yancheng asked, taking it for granted that He Yan was there when he fell asleep earlier.

Lao Qin's eyes flickered: "I went to school, I just left not long ago."

Zhou Yancheng nodded in satisfaction.

Xu Ze'en and Lou Fengtang glanced at each other, their faces full of indescribable words.

Lou Fengtang opened his mouth, but still swallowed the words that came to his mouth, Zhou Yancheng was in a state of excitement, and it was useless to say anything.

But Xu Zeen said whatever he thought of: "I said you're almost done. This twisted melon is not sweet. Since people don't want to play with you, you can change it. It's good that you can't get it, but you can't do it either." You are not afraid to get it to your mother if you are so desperate, if your mother knows that a little boy has tortured you like this, you will have nothing good to eat for your little heart!"

"If you know it, you know it," Zhou Yancheng said indifferently, "If I can't even protect him, what kind of man will I be?"

Xu Zeen and Lou Fengtang were tongue-tied, as if both of them had been struck by lightning.

After a long while, Xu Zeen squeezed out a sentence: "Zhou Laosan, are you fucking serious? Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm playing? You fucking play with a hole in yourself!"

"Brother," Lou Fengtang was also startled, "You haven't forgotten what you promised Auntie and Uncle, have you? You are the only man in your old Zhou family, and they all point to you to carry on the family line!"

The two elders of the Zhou family have always allowed Zhou Yancheng to be at his ease because he had promised that his future marriage would obey the family's arrangements and give birth to an heir properly.

Zhou Yancheng used to think that family inheritance is very important. After all, they were instilled with a sense of family responsibility since childhood, but after He Yan's death, he didn't even want to live himself, and he wanted an heir!

"I'm in this mood now, you will understand in the future." Zhou Yancheng said meaningfully.

Lou Fengtang and Xu Zeen shook their heads wildly with aversion to cold.

"Well, I think you can't die now, I'll go first, the Xu family has a dinner party tonight, I can't go with your virtue!" Xu Zeen stood up.

Zhou Yancheng was taken aback for a moment: "The Xu family dinner? What date is it today?"

"Number 21, brother! You don't even know that you slept for three days and two nights!"

Zhou Yancheng lifted the quilt: "I'll go too, together."

"Brother, you are so ill, what are you doing!" Lou Fengtang wanted to stop him.

"No, I have to go to this banquet." Zhou Yancheng pursed his lips, and a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes, "How could I miss Miss Xu's welcome banquet!"

"Your injury—"

"I can't die!"

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