Chapter 635 Does that mean that you can die if you die?
After hanging up the phone to Wang Kunlun, Xiang Que scratched his head with a headache. It seemed that he had a lot of bad things waiting for him to deal with right after he returned.
"Sir, can you return that phone to me?" The girl next to her saw Xiang Que dazed, and after struggling for a long time, she timidly pointed at the phone in his hand.
Xiang Que lowered his head, looked at it, and said with a shy smile: "Do you mind if I hit you one more time?"
The girl bit her lip and hummed, not daring to disagree.
"It's me..." Xiang Que said softly after making the call.
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Chen Xia said in a slightly tired tone: "It's good to be back. It's good to be back. How are you? Where are you?"
"The situation here can't be explained in a few words. In this case, you call Uncle Chen. I should not be very far away from him now. You ask him to come to this address to pick me up immediately."
"Well, just wait." Chen Xia's rationality prevented her from becoming hysterical like a little girl. She was telling the love words she had been thinking about with tears and snot in her nose. She also knew that Wang Kunlun and her father were out today.
, after getting the news from Xiang Que, she immediately hung up the phone and found Chen Sanjin.
After Xiang Que waited on the side of the road with the timid girl holding his cell phone for about twenty minutes, two cars quickly drove over and plunged in front of him.
"You're back, it's good to be back." Chen Sanjin nodded with a grin and said, "Get in the car and leave. It's time for you to be the backbone."
Xiang Que turned around and handed the phone to the girl, and said gratefully: "Your phone call has solved a lot of things for me. I must thank you very much... I'm sending you a message that I hope you can listen to. It's okay now."
Men are not easy to find. Since you are already at the crossroads of choosing or not choosing, I would like to advise you: don’t hesitate when it’s time to make a move. It would be a pity to miss it.”
After Xiang Que finished speaking, he opened the BMW and got in. The little girl outside bit her lip in confusion and said: "Trick me, that bastard found an extra from somewhere to trick me. Isn't it just a breakup?"
Well, as for finding an actor with such poor acting skills to be your lobbyist, it’s useless.”
In the BMW, Chen Sanjin and Zhao Da Mi were sitting in the back seat, and Xiang Que was sitting in the passenger seat. After picking him up, the car turned around and drove away from the Chang'an Avenue area.
"Uncle, where is the monk?" Xiang Que asked anxiously when he turned around and didn't see Cao Shanjun.
"I've sent you to the hospital. I'll pick you up and go with you," Chen Sanjin said.
"Sanjin, is this your son-in-law who is about to come?" Secretary Zhao stared at Xiang Que several times. To be honest, these glances quite disappointed him. A person who could torment Chen Sanjin to such an extent
He has neither the aura of a bastard nor the aura of being a majestic one. To put it simply, he doesn’t even rank among the handsome guys in terms of looks. Why do so many people work so hard for him?
"Quite disappointing?" Chen Sanjin pointed at Xiu Que and said, "Don't judge this guy by his appearance. It's easier to confuse people. You have to cut through the surface to see the essence, because it's easier for you to be blind when you look at people."
Xiang Que made a sound, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Well, I belong to the connotation type, and I hide it deeply."
Secretary Zhao smiled and said, "Does that mean you have to taste it slowly?"
"It's more appropriate to simmer over low heat," Chen Sanjin said seriously.
More than half an hour later, Union Hospital.
On the top floor, in the special care ward, which is also commonly known as the veteran cadre ward, Cao Shanjun has several tubes inserted into his body. There are many instruments on both sides of the bed to check his vital signs. Two authoritative old experts in the hospital and their subordinates are giving him...
He is doing a checkup.
Union Hospital, you can get this treatment because of a phone call from Secretary Zhao. Otherwise, if you had been replaced by someone else, you might not even be able to get through after a day.
On the bed, Cao Shanjun closed his eyes, and his condition seemed not to be very good. When the two old experts saw Secretary Zhao and the others coming, they directly informed them that he was critically ill: "The patient's condition is not optimistic, and his vital signs are overdrawn."
After examination, we found that multiple organs in his body had been damaged, and he was also accompanied by symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage. Logically speaking, the patient's condition should have been resolved long ago, but for some reason he was still able to hold on.
········Secretary Zhao, what we mean is that you can make preparations."
Secretary Zhao frowned and glanced at Chen Sanjin and Xiang Que, and said, "Mr. Xu, please try harder, or maybe we switch to the Armed Police General Hospital? I heard that there are several experts in the internal medicine department who are quite good at it."
Mr. Xu adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly: "Internal medicine is a top professional over there, but the brain department and neurology department are the same here. This patient's condition is very clear. You just give me
We sent people to the White House to find Obama’s personal doctor, and the result was the same. Don’t question our professionalism in this regard, thank you.”
Secretary Zhao sighed and spread his hands, which means I have tried my best, you can do whatever you want.
Xiang Que turned to Secretary Zhao and said thank you, and then said: "Just do your best, don't force it. Brother Zhao, why don't you go out for a while, and I'll stay alone with my brother for a while, do you think that's okay?"
Secretary Zhao hummed and left the ward with two veteran experts. Before leaving, Chen Sanjin turned around and asked, "Can you handle it?"
"It's okay, I'll take a look." Xiang Que put his hands behind his back and leaned in front of Cao Shanjun's face to take a closer look.
Is it possible for Cao Shanjun to die at will? He said before that he and Xiang Que were competing to see who has a harder fate. This statement is really not bragging. Even Xiang Que may not be as tough as him when it comes to fate. To be honest,
Even if Cao Shanjun wants to commit suicide, he might not be able to die. The reincarnation of an enlightened monk means that each life has its own numerology. Even if you put the knife on the King of Hell's neck before the time comes, he won't be able to take Cao Shanjun's life. There is no way, fate
It's just so hard.
Xiang Que didn't need to fight, he just put his hand on Cao Shanjun's heart and sent a steady stream of vitality into his body to wake him up.
"Ahem..." After a moment, Cao Shanjun weakly opened his eyes, blinked, and then grinned and said: "Brother Que, you are back as the king."
Xiang Que bared his teeth and pulled his head and said: "That's awesome. I heard you fell from the eighth floor and you're still alive. You're so springy."
"I have practiced indestructible vajra in the Shaolin Temple. It's no big deal if I fall twice." Xiang Que pointed to the tube inserted in his body and said, "Is this thing still useful? Can it be inserted into the nose to hold an elephant?"
"Just pull it out, haha." Cao Shanjun smiled, and then said calmly: "Brother Que, it's not a big deal, but it's a little trivial."