Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 270 Death Notice

"You said that, but I'm embarrassed. How about this, I'm at the Millennium Hotel on Ninghua Road, you come here now. Call me when you arrive soon, and I'll go downstairs to meet you, how about it?"

Wang Mian doesn't know how to tease, and Bai Feng can't do anything about it.

Not bad though.

Even if Wang Mian didn't know, it would be nice for him to appreciate the green grassland above his head up close.

Even if the Bai family and the Wang family are not incompatible, the two families have never had much contact with each other.

Especially in their generation, they hardly ever talked.

He didn't even save Wang Mian's contact information.

Therefore, he could guess what Wang Mian was looking for him for.

However, how could he give it to him so easily?
When Wang Mian's problem will be cured depends on when he can get tired of playing Shiyan.

Now, he doesn't even think about it.

"Okay, I'll be there in about half an hour."

After Wang Mian finished speaking concisely and gently, he hung up the phone.

-

The college entrance examination is coming as scheduled.

After the exam, Caring went back to the countryside to accompany grandma.

The experiments of Si Ye and Professor Ward have also come to an end.

Caring and approving their thoughts, he quietly hinted something to Mu Zhanchen.

Then Mu Zhanchen conveyed it to Si Ye.

After the special drug against Mu Zhanchen was developed, Professor Ward flew from Country D to Nancheng on purpose.

I want to see the effects of the medicine with my own eyes.

During this time, Professor Ward accepted Si Ye as a student.

The two can be regarded as having a teacher-student relationship.

Professor Ward and Si Ye proposed that they want the concern to pass away.

However, he was rejected by Mu Zhanchen.

He wanted to wait until he was sure he was well before going to surprise the little girl.

Instead of scaring her when everything is still unknown.

"If I die on the operating table, you leave this to care."

Sitting in the office, Mu Zhanchen handed a file bag to Si Ye.

The special medicine they make is to be injected into the bone marrow.

Therefore, a minor operation is required.

However, it contains certain fatal ingredients, and it is very likely that it will not even be able to get off the operating table.

Mu Zhanchen didn't tell Caring.

Caring knows it well, but she never asks.

The two tacitly maintained a tacit understanding, neither said anything.

One pretended to be okay, and the other pretended not to know.

"When you come out, bring it to her yourself."

Si Ye's expression was solemn, and he didn't reach out to pick up the file bag.

His hands were shaking.

He felt that he could no longer hold a scalpel.

He wanted to back down.

He wanted to tell Mu Zhanchen that you are fine now, but you are forced to go to bed on time, it's not a big problem.

However, looking at Mu Zhanchen's face, he was a little speechless.

I don't know when, more and more mature marks appeared on his once smooth face.

Around the corners of the eyes, there are thin lines, which are almost invisible if you don't look carefully.

But at an inadvertent moment, a little old-fashioned can be seen.

He was only under 25 years old, when he was supposed to be the youngest, why did he have wrinkles at the end of his eyes?

If these cells continue to wreak havoc, will Mu Zhanchen age prematurely and become an octogenarian in two years, as Ikas said?

Whether it takes two years to complete the course of life, or to gamble on the operating table.

Mu Zhanchen already had the answer.

But he began to hesitate.

"Or, wait a little longer. I think this special medicine needs to be perfected. Zhan Chen, give me some time, and I will come up with the most suitable medicine when the school starts, okay?"

Si Ye's expression even took on a pleading look.

Mu Zhanchen's life and death depended on the scalpel in his hand.

Never before had he been so scared.

"But didn't you and Professor Ward say that this medicine is already the most perfect and suitable ratio that you can combine?"

Mu Zhanchen looked at Si Ye lightly.

Take his fears into his eyes.

Si Ye's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Putting the file bag on the table in front of Si Ye, Mu Zhanchen reached out to him, "Give me a death notice, and I'll sign it for you in advance."

"..."

Si Ye looked at him disapprovingly.

It is also a surgical consent form to sign.

It's unlucky to have to sign a death notice before going to the operating table!

"Give it or not? If you don't, I'll smash your office."

Mu Zhanchen's thin and resolute lips lifted slightly, and his smile was light.

But Si Ye didn't doubt his words at all.

"..."

When did you learn this hooliganism?

"Surgery consent form. I've never seen anyone sign a death notice by themselves."

In the end, Si Ye could only compromise.

It was impossible for him to watch Mu Zhanchen age rapidly.

Now, it's just a gamble.

If the bet wins, he'll be fine.

lost...

Rubbing his face vigorously, Si Ye squeezed his lips tightly.

Impossible to lose!

Mu Zhanchen didn't even glance at the consent form for the operation that Si Ye handed over.

The big hand with strong bones clasped the thin page of paper in his hand, with a loose smile, "There is also a death notice."

Now that he said it, he must sign it.

Without the determination to die, I am afraid that the operating table will not be able to get on.

"Zhan Chen, don't mess around."

Si Ye's face was ugly.

Mu Zhanchen curled his lips, "Where do you think I'm fooling around? Or, do you think this death notice will definitely be useful?"

"..."

Si Ye took out another death notice from the drawer, and slammed it in front of Mu Zhanchen.

With scarlet eyes, he cursed viciously, "You're such a fucking bastard!"

"Don't act like you've been abandoned by me. I didn't do anything."

With a low laugh, Mu Zhanchen took a pen from the pen holder.

At the same time, he signed his name on both forms.

Eloquent fonts, beautiful like word art.

Looking at the death notice signed by the family members, Mu Zhanchen's name lay quietly on it.

Si Ye twitched the corners of his mouth, and put the two lists together with the file bag that Mu Zhanchen had given him earlier, and put them into the drawer.

-

countryside,

Care is doing hydrosols.

I came back to stay with my grandmother for two days, impatient to deal with people from the village who came to inquire about their family.

Just stay in the room all day and don't go out.

When someone asked, Bai Yingrong said that she cared about her poor foundation and was busy studying.

Hearing what Bai Yingrong said, almost everyone didn't take it seriously.

The college entrance examination has already ended, so it's useless to hold on to the Buddha's feet at this time.

What kind of good university can a student with a total score of 0 in the previous test get into if he works harder?
But these do not prevent concern.

Suddenly, she only felt a sharp pain in her heart.

His face turned pale, and a glass jar in his hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it firmly.

It didn't break after two rounds of rolling, but the liquid inside was destroyed.

After the pain subsided, Caring took out his phone and took a look.

There were several messages, but none of them were sent by Mu Zhanchen.

Simply replied to those who sent the message.

Putting down the phone, he looked at the half-made hydrosol in front of him with concern.

She has been back to the countryside for almost half a month, and Mu Zhanchen hasn't sent her a single message.

Never made a phone call.

(End of this chapter)