Inside the hospital.

Chen Dong sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed.

Silently looking at the unconscious Ye Linglong.

It was delivered in time and after rescue, Ye Linglong was out of danger.

Looking at that beautiful face that was still bloodless.

Chen Dong felt heartbroken and smiled bitterly: "Am I worth it?"

The ward door was pushed open.

Mr. Long walked in.

He glanced at Ye Linglong who was unconscious on the hospital bed, then his eyes fell on Chen Dong's legs, and he froze slightly.

Chen Dong raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you already know this in advance? Why are you still looking at my legs in such surprise?"

Mr. Long smiled casually.

When meeting Chen Dong in the Shanhe Guild Hall.

During that handshake, Chen Dong scratched his palm, and he had already reacted.

Mr. Long, who often hangs out in bustling places, knows how to shake hands and scratch the palms of his hands.

It is interesting for a man to scratch a woman's palm.

It may also be interesting for a man to scratch a man's palm.

If a man scratches the palm of a man's hand, it's still between master and servant, so there is no deep meaning.

Considering the situation at that time, Mr. Long woke up immediately when his palm was scratched.

Therefore, we have a follow-up plan.

only……

Mr. Long lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry, young master, it's the slave who is late."

"Where are Mr. Ye and Yuan Yigang?" Chen Dong asked.

Today's plan would have been impossible to complete if it hadn't been for the great help of Hong Hui led by Ye Yuanqiu and Yuan Yigang.

In fact, he didn't even have a chance to have an accident with Chen Tianfang and died early in the slum.

In order to cover his escape, Ye Yuanqiu, Yuan Yigang and other Honghui members risked their lives.

"Both of them are fine. Yuan Yigang was shot several times and is being treated in the hospital. That old guy Ye Yuanqiu was also shot, but it only hurt his calf. They are being debrided now. They are all in this hospital."

Mr. Long responded, his expression darkening: "However, the members of the Honghui were seriously injured. They followed the young master into the slums. When the old slave and his men arrived in a helicopter, almost all of them were wiped out."

"Um."

Chen Dong's eyes flickered, he looked at the closed door of the ward and said, "Go and find me a wheelchair."

"Still pretending to be disabled?"

Mr. Long said in shock: "Although this plan failed, Master, if you send Ye Linglong to the hospital, the forces behind the scenes will definitely find out that you are not disabled."

"Who said I didn't find out the forces behind this time?"

Chen Dong smiled coldly: "Chen Tianfang was killed by my gun. He was ordered by Mrs. Chen."

Boom!

The calm tone made Mr. Long feel like a bolt from the blue.

He stood completely stunned on the spot.

Chen Dong's voice was like a demonic sound filling his ears, constantly echoing in his ears.

"Chen Tianfang? Old lady..."

Mr. Long murmured in disbelief: "It's really the Chen family? Aren't they racking their brains to find the head of the family at this time?"

"Ah……"

Chen Dong shook his head and chuckled, avoiding the conversation and pointing to his legs: "Now do you still think it is necessary for me to use a wheelchair?"

Mr. Long frowned and frowned in thought.

A few seconds later.

He turned around silently and left the ward.

Chen Dong rubbed his nose, narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Old Mrs. Chen, you really don't want to die well..."

Now that we know that Mrs. Chen is the mastermind behind this, it would be a pity if we don't continue to use these crippled legs.

Chen Tianfang is Mrs. Chen’s gun.

Now that he is dead, it means that all the information is fixed at the moment before Chen Tianfang died.

In other words, Mrs. Chen still only knew that Chen Dong's legs were disabled.

Even if she appears in front of Mrs. Chen in a wheelchair, Mrs. Chen will not doubt her at all.

Thousands of miles away on the other side of the ocean, Chen Dong had countless ways to conceal Chen Tianfang's death from Mrs. Chen.

"My father is missing. Mrs. Chen knows that I am disabled, so she will put down some of her guard against me and stop being aggressive with me. The time she has bought is enough for me to develop."

Chen Dong gently held his right trousers with his right hand and smiled solemnly: "When Mrs. Chen sees me standing up again, her expression will be very exciting, right?"

The dragon grows old and comes back again.

There was just an empty wheelchair pushed in front of him.

"The young master is careful, but the old slave was careless. The young master has to sit in a wheelchair for a longer time."

Chen Dong smiled and sat down in the wheelchair calmly.

Stretched: "I've been pretending to be disabled for more than a month, and I'm really tired. If it weren't for buying time, I really don't want to sit on this thing."

"Young master's legs, have you really never lost consciousness from the beginning?" Mr. Long looked at Chen Dong with strange eyes.

Chen Dong thought for a moment and said slowly.

"That's not entirely true. At least when I first woke up, my legs were indeed numb, but it only took a short period of time before I gradually recovered."

Mr. Long was stunned: "Master, how did you conceal the diagnosis from the doctors and make them draw wrong conclusions?"

Chen Dong rubbed his nose and said with a strange smile: "Endure!"

Tolerate?!

Mr. Long secretly took a breath of cold air.

Is it true that the precision diagnosis made by top doctors can be fooled by just a word of forbearance?

Even if the various biochemical test reports are correct, they can still be related to the sequelae caused by the toxicity penetrating into the blood.

But what about knee-jerk reactions?

This is the simplest detection method.

Tapping the lower end of the knee can cause a chain reaction by involving the nerves.

Can a nervous reaction be tolerated just by using the word "endurance"?

If you can even tolerate this, what is the limit of the young master's tolerance?

The way Mr. Long looked at Chen Dong became extremely weird, as if he was looking at a monster repeatedly.

How terrifying is it that the will suppresses the instinct?

"Don't be surprised. It's quite easy to hide it with some tricks and forbearance."

Chen Dong looked at Mr. Long's face and felt a little funny: "You really believe what I say. I am only a human being, not a god. How could I conceal the past with just the word "forbearance"."

Mr. Long smiled casually: "The young master is different from ordinary people in the heart of this old slave. Just because he fell into the sea and the poison spread throughout his body and penetrated into his blood, he was able to save his life. This made me admire him with admiration."

This is not the flattery of Mr. Long.

Injured and poisoned, he fell into the sea.

The toxicity penetrated deep into the blood, which not only saved the life, but also had no sequelae.

This is enough to shock people, or in Ye Yuanqiu's words, it is a great blessing.

It's just that this great good fortune is greater than the great good fortune that Ye Yuanqiu mentioned.

suddenly.

Chen Dong's eyelids trembled twice when he saw the unconscious Ye Linglong.

He was refreshed.

He hurriedly approached the bed and whispered softly: "Linglong..."

Ye Linglong slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Smelling the pungent smell of potion.
To be continued...