super biofactory

Chapter 7 Give you a few years of life
Chu Feng lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, so he simply stopped sleeping and got up and called Chu Xiong and Chu Mei over.

These two days.

Since Chu Feng originally rented a single room, there were many rented rooms in the corridor, so the one on the left was a couple who had just graduated a few years ago, and the one on the right was a man who often slept during the day and went out to do things at night.

But I don’t know why, when I saw Chu Xiong and Chu Mei on Chu Feng’s side, my face looked weird, maybe I was thinking about some indescribable plot, so I always saw them when I passed by the door next door in the past two days. weird eyes.

After all, the room that Chu Feng rented was just a single room with a single bathroom and a bed, with a total area of ​​only ten square meters, although the walls on the left and right sides had good sound insulation.

That indescribable sound always came from the next door on the left, especially when Chu Feng's hearing was particularly good, so this was also the reason why Chu Feng urgently needed a large sum of money and then moved out, because there was too little privacy.

After Chu Xiong and Chu Mei sat down, Chu Feng asked, "Is there any way you can help me get a lot of money?"

Chu Xiong and Chu Mei shook their heads in response. Although they used to be high-level figures, it does not mean that they are all business geniuses. It is very common for a research scientist to fight for funds every day. It is very common for a demolition officer to know how to make money. He only knows how to complete the blasting task. It's over.

Chu Feng knew that this would be the result, so he didn't care.

After tidying up the room for a while, he took Chuxiong out again, carrying the mineral water bottle of life liquid on his back. Since this thing is too precious, in order to prevent it from being lost, he tried to put it into the space warehouse, and it worked.

Now there is one more way.

Chu Feng took Chu Xiong to the Municipal People's Hospital in a taxi again, but this time the taxi was not so dark, and it only took about 15 minutes to arrive at the hospital.

Perhaps because it was dark, there were fewer patients and their family members coming in and out of the hospital. Chu Feng took Chu Xiong smoothly to the No. 11th floor of the inpatient building. It was different from what he saw in the morning. Some Yin Qi.

In the corridor, except for a female nurse at the service desk in the lobby, who was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, there were only Chu Feng and the other two.

So Chu Feng went to the service desk to ask the female nurse. The female nurse was startled by Chu Feng's sudden voice. Seeing that it was Chu Feng and Chu Xiong, she managed to hold back her anger: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Well, may I ask if there are any patients here who are about to die? We forgot the name, and we only know that it is Wang. We are here to visit this time, can you help?"

"Could you be relatives and friends of Mr. Wang Jun? You can really do it. The old man has been lying in the intensive care unit for a long time. If the old man hadn't held his breath, you would have collected his body."

The female nurse might have been frightened just now, so she breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Mr. Wang Jun's ward is at the end of the corridor, in room 1134, but you must not wake him up, you can only watch."

"Thank you." Chu Feng nodded in thanks, and when he turned around, the female nurse said again: "Could you be the bastard who made Jia Jing cry this morning?"

"What? Chuxiong, she said you." Chu Feng felt that he was hallucinating, turned his head and looked at the female nurse in a daze, and then smiled at Chuxiong.

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you, it's you, you must be that bastard boss." The female nurse changed her previous attitude and looked at Chu Feng with sarcasm.

"If I saved a female nurse this morning, the boss you are talking about is me. I apologize to Jia Jing for me. This is not my fault."

"Okay, okay, go to the patient quickly." Upon hearing this, the female nurse waved her hand and said.

"Uh, alright." Chu Feng shook his head slightly, helplessly accepting the slanderous facts of the ruthless boss.

Came to room 1134, which is a very large intensive care room, surrounded by various medical equipment, with an infusion tube hanging on the bed, and an old man with white hair and an old face lying on the bed like a corpse.

When Chu Feng and Chu Xiong opened the door and went in, there was a slight click sound from the doorknob, and the old man still looked sleepy.

Chu Feng and the two approached, standing by the bed and looking at the old man on the bed. This old man may be from a wealthy family, his skin is very fair, but he has many age spots, and a strong smell of medical alcohol mixed with mothballs came to his head.

"Boss, he is always awake." Chu Xiong reminded Chu Feng when he saw that Chu Feng had nowhere to start.

"Awake? Didn't he not open his eyes?" Chu Feng asked back with a look of surprise, and continued: "Is he really awake? Can he hear our voice?"

"He's thinking about who we are."

"Then it's easy to handle. Seeing that the old man has been holding his breath, he probably just left without reconciliation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feng used his mobile phone to summon a bottle filled with the liquid of life, which emitted a gloomy green light in the slightly dark ward.

He asked Chu Xiong how much he needed to save the old man's life for a few more years, and he learned that only about half a bottle of the liquid of life was enough, and it would be automatically absorbed by pouring it directly from his mouth.

Chu Feng instructed Chu Xiong to carefully remove the old man's breathing mask, and gently squeezed his chin. Chu Feng unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and slowly poured the liquid of life into the old man's mouth.

While smelling the fragrance, while carefully watching the number of bottles, he suddenly heard the sound of swallowing saliva, raised his head and looked at Chu Xiong in surprise.

Chu Xiong shook his head, indicating that it was not his voice.

Since it wasn't Chu Xiong's, it was only the old man's voice. Thinking about it, Chu Feng smiled.

It seemed that the old man was indeed awake, but mentally awake, and his body was really unable to support him in opening his eyes.

After filling half the bottle, Chu Feng twisted the bottle cap to prevent a drop of liquid from leaking out. He nodded at Chu Xiong, signaling to let go of his chin.

"What are you doing? Why did you take off the breathing mask, don't you know it's fatal?"

At this moment, the female nurse at the reception desk in the lobby suddenly heard a voice. She might have been worried and came over to take a look. How could she have imagined that these two bastards actually took off Mr. Wang Jun's respirator and shouted quickly.

She hurried forward to put on the breathing mask, but before she had time to put on the breathing mask, a strong hand held the female nurse's small hand, which shocked the female nurse, but she found that the old man had opened his hands Eyes, the female nurse was naturally exclaimed again and again.

"Old man, are you awake? I'll call the doctor to check you up."

After saying that, Lian put the breathing mask on the table next to him, glared at Chu Feng and the two of them to stop making trouble, and then left.

The old man turned his head to look at Chu Feng, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Hi old man, you don't have to care about my name, he is my subordinate."

Chu Feng did not tell his name, but simply stated his purpose.

"How do you feel about your body?" Chu Feng continued: "You originally couldn't survive these few days. I gave you a few years of life. Do you feel that you have returned to the full strength you used to have?"

"What did you do to my body?"

"We are not interested in your body, we just gave you a few years of life." After Chu Feng finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the corridor, so he quickly took out a piece of paper on which was written Chu Feng The old man's bank card number, stuffed into the old man's hand: "This is my bank account number, think about it yourself when you wake up."

"Let's go." He motioned for Chu Xiong to follow him and leave.

"Wait!" The old man wanted to call out to them, but it was a pity that he was too weak.

(End of this chapter)