Chapter 225: Actually want to have a child

The next day, He Yu had a meeting and left early.

Xie Qingcheng woke up alone in his bed. He sat up and coughed, feeling heavy and weak.

The side effects of Serum 2 were slowly subsiding, but he still felt sick, and he got up, put on his bathrobe, and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, before slowly getting up and going to the refreshment stand to pour a cup of hot tea and fetch a thermometer.

37 Degrees 9 ......

Xie Qingcheng sighed, although he had cleaned up correctly, he was too weak and had a fever.

There was no fever-reducing medicine in the room, and his cell phone had been confiscated by He Yu for the sake of theatrics, so he had no way of contacting anyone, and could only lie back in bed in exhaustion.

That dream last night was nice and a little bit real.

Xie Qingcheng thought of the young man in his dream, and of the events on Mandela Island, and gradually fell into a weary sleep.

I don't know how long this shallow sleep lasted, but between waking up and dreaming, Xie Qingcheng heard a rustling around his bed. He thought it was He Yu returning, so he opened his eyes.

The person in front of him, however, made him leap out of his skin.

Immediately after, the back of the spine chills, a goose bumps ......

Standing in front of him, and--

Surprisingly, it's the girl who disappeared from the crew a long time ago!

At that time, there was a murder on the set, and the police had been pursuing the case. Huang Zhilong was finally brought to justice, but the whereabouts of the two missing staff members of the set remained unknown.

Xie Qingcheng did not expect to meet her here!

What I didn't expect is that this girl has completely do not recognize him, her eyes straight, just like Cheng Kang mental hospital those mental patients, see Xie Qingcheng wake up, she also did not have any reaction, still self-conscious head down to tidy up the room, the movement is stiff and mechanical.

She cleaned the trash from the room's paper basket, put fresh fruit on the coffee table as usual, and then came to Xie Qingcheng's bed, her large eyes turned listlessly toward him.

"Hello, I'm here to change the sheets. Can I change them?"

Xie Qingcheng : "...... You don't recognize me?"

The girl repeated numbly, "I'm here to change the sheets. May I change them?"

Xie Qingcheng stared into her eyes, and in that moment, he suddenly recalled the first time he saw this little girl.

It was in the crew hotel, the little girl brought him a bouquet of flowers for his stay, a youthful and energetic face filled with a big smile.

"Professor Xie." She was as enthusiastic as fire, her eyes full of bright light, "Welcome to the group! You can always find me if you need anything in the future, my name is--"

What was her name again?

Xie Qingcheng tried to think again, but unfortunately still couldn't remember.

He never remembered people's names too easily, but all those to bright smiles left a lasting impression on his mind.

The girl who smiled like a spring flower at that time, but now seems to be only a skin, if she is not still breathing, Xie Qingcheng would think that she is already a corpse.

The girl repeated, "I'm here to change the sheets. May I change them?"

It's like she won't stop until she gets an answer.

Xie Qingcheng only had to get up so that she could smoothly finish what she was doing. Like a well-trained hotel waitress, the girl left the bedroom without looking back after sharply removing and replacing the bedding.

After she left, Xie Qingcheng more and more think about Mandela did all this the more disgusting, feel creepy, coupled with fever body weakness, he endured for a while, did not hold back, to go to the washbasin in front of the vomit at once.

After burning and vomiting the whole afternoon, his body heat gradually climbed up, Xie Qingcheng even if his willpower is tenacious, but also a bit unable to bear it. After the last time he vomited, he propped up on the kitchen table, washed his face, slowed down for a while, but how can not slow down the strength to go back, but slowly fell into a blur.

When He Yu returned, he saw the image of Xie Qingcheng fainting by the sink.

He was taken aback and rushed over to pick him up, losing his voice, "Xie Qingcheng?"

The person in his arms is hot, his face is pale, the tail end of his tightly closed eyes are red, a bathrobe sash is slightly spacious, the skin underneath is permeated with the thin color of blood when it burns hot.

He hurriedly carried the man to bed and called the island's doctor to bring fever-reducing medicine.

Xie Qingcheng was fed medicine by He Yu in a blur, and fell back into a feverish stupor.

"......" He Yu raised his hand and lightly touched his hair, his heart flustered. He wondered if he had gone overboard last night and caused Xie Qingcheng to be like this today.

The eyes of the person wrapped in the bedding were tightly closed, dark eyelashes and light-colored lips the only hues on this face.

He Yu laid back down on the bed and reached out to hug him.

Xie Qingcheng was so stalwart that many people admired him.

But He Yu thinks how he has become so fragile, he just wants to hold him and have him.

After last night, He Yu really wanted to kill Chen Man, he even pressed the button for the second basement floor of the private elevator after the meeting.

That's where the prisoners are kept.

But in the end he still did not take his footsteps out of the sedan chair, he was because Xie Qingcheng had a murderous mind, but it was also because of the thought of Xie Qingcheng that he did his best to force himself to let go of this crazy idea.

As compelling as the idea was, as seamless as his plan was, as long as Chen Man was dead ...... Who knows who killed him?

When the blood was washed out and the palm was white, it would be a deathless affair and he could even torture Chen Man well before he died.

But ......

He thought of the way Xie Qingcheng had handed him his hand.

If there was Chen Man's blood in his palm, would Xie Qingcheng have never realized it?

If Xie Qingcheng finds out, will he still give him his hand ......

He stood in the elevator compartment then, looking at his own somber face in the car mirror, dressed in a black uniform.

He finally put his hand on the up button of the elevator and left the cold underground.

Don't kill anyone ......

He said it over and over again to the face in the mirror, and because the buried sickness was so deep, even the pupils of his eyes were demonic.

Don't kill anyone.

Don't do things that make everything irreparable ......

Eventually ran away from that place.

"Brother Xie, it's okay." At this moment, He Yu hugged him, seemingly wanting to use his own body heat to make Xie Qingcheng feel better, but in his mumbled whisper, there also seemed to be a sense of gratitude that he could still hug Xie Qingcheng in this bloodless way, "It's okay ...... nothing happened Nothing ...... happened."

"You get a good night's sleep, I'm back and I'm not going out today. With me here with you, nothing will happen. Sleep ......"

Fever reducers are very effective.

At night, Xie Qingcheng's illness went down with fever.

He frowned and woke up sweating as he realized he was in He Yu's arms.

"How do I ......"

"Awake?" He Yu raised his hand and touched his forehead, "You had a fever earlier and passed out, you remember."

"......"

When he said that, Xie Qingcheng remembered.

"I saw someone who came to change the sheets ...... " Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and rubbed his face, murmuring, "It was like the living dead, or someone I knew before. It's the staff member who once disappeared from the crew."

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were still a little lax, "What's going on ......"

He Yu look at him like this, steeply understand, Xie Qingcheng this is by acquaintances to stimulate.

Even though Xie Qingcheng was now very weak, the appearance of that girl had become his heart problem, and I was afraid that Xie Qingcheng's condition wouldn't be completely changed for the better if he didn't make it clear.

He Yu handed him a glass of water, "Don't be in such a hurry, you should drink something first."

Xie Qingcheng took a sip.

He Yu stared at him and said, "Drink up."

"......"

After watching Xie Qingcheng drink all the water, He Yu said, "She's the island's test subject."

"...... What kind of tests were she put through?"

"A lot, most of the people on the island were abducted by Huang Zhilong when he was running an entertainment company, and in the early years when detection methods were weak, they abducted a lot of teenagers, especially girls, because Duan Cuizhen was more satisfied with females as her henchmen. But as the police became more sophisticated, it became harder and harder for Duan Cuizhen to obtain live human beings. So she would utilize these young people over and over again, doing all kinds of experiments. In the end, like this girl, when her spirit was completely destroyed, the researchers implanted a command chip in her brain, and although she was still alive, she no longer had her own consciousness, and would be used as a drudge or operated on as a reformer. The other girl who went missing from the crew had the same result."

Xie Qingcheng : "Are they ...... all hopeless?"

"It's impossible." He Yu said, "The brain has been operated on and there is no longer any self-awareness."

Xie Qingcheng was silent, and after a while he asked, "Lu Yuzhu, whom we met in Qingli County, is also this kind of person?"

"It's pretty much the same thing." He Yu said, "That's Lu Yuzhu's clone, after it got harder and harder to get people from Huang Zhilong, Duan Cuizhen started to think of something else, and she turned her attention to cloning technology. Mandela has done a lot of experimenting over the past decade or so, and finally realized that while other people's replicas can be made, they're hard to survive and grow, and even harder to train, so they don't have much fighting power, but Lu Yuzhu's genes are very suitable."

Xie Qingcheng remembered the chance encounter with Duan Wen that Lu Yuzhu had told them about at the Canton Tower.

He suddenly felt shuddering, "Could it be that at that time, Duan Wen saved Lu Yuzhu because through some means, they had prejudged that Lu Yuzhu's genes had her special characteristics? And when they parsed her entire genome, in order to prevent any other similar organizations from discovering her, they simply let her be the victim when the Canton Tower blew itself up ......?"

"He didn't say." He Yu said, "But I think so. Duan Wen was never a philanthropist."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help coughing again.

I don't know if it's because I find these things too horrifying, or his body is already too bad, Xie Qingcheng suddenly surged with a strong feeling of nausea, and his eyes were also violently dizzy.

As if a needle had pierced his load, which was already filled to the limit, Xie Qingcheng suddenly pushed He Yu away and turned away from him, trying to hide, trying to repress, but in the end, it all became a vengeful breakwater of the body - he propped himself up against the edge of the bed and coughed violently, which he muffled, but could not refrain from ......

In the end, Xie Qingcheng went to the restroom and threw up.

After a moment, the bathroom door, opened behind him.

He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng, who was washing his pale face in front of the counter, walked over, stood behind him, and from back to front, draped a bathrobe over him.

Xie Qingcheng lifted his head, his eyes flushed red with some slight wetness from being so hard.

He glanced at He Yu in the mirror, beads of water dripping from his brow, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, "Thank you."

He Yu proceeded to give him a hug as he wrapped his bathrobe around him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, why are you throwing up like that."

"I don't fucking know, maybe what Mandela did was just gross." Xie Qingcheng scooped up another handful of water and washed his face, "It's not a reaction to the fever."

"Well, why don't I just have the doctor ...... directly tomorrow?"

"No." Xie Qingcheng gasped, he was better again when he threw up, and in a very soft voice he said, "This is Mandela Island, not only do we have to be careful with these doctors, but we have to be careful with our diet."

After a pause, he said, "I'm a doctor myself, so don't worry, I know in my heart that it's okay."

Xie Qingcheng's specific medical condition was a closely guarded secret known only to a few people. Even when he was in the United States for treatment, everyone's default caliber was to say that his body was too weak in the conditioning, but also used a lot of fake cases. His whole body multiple organ failure this matter, in order to not let ulterior motives to find clues, is also covered up.

He Yu was too closely watched at that time, he did not dare to put too much concern on Xie Qingcheng, so that now he knew that Xie Qingcheng was sick, but did not know that the situation was very serious.

Now in this situation, Xie Qingcheng was of course even more wary, especially after He Yu told himself the story of Duan Cuizhen yesterday.

He Yu was concerned and immediately responded after a moment's bewilderment, "Good. Then I won't say anything."

Again, I couldn't help but say, "But you're like this ......"

"It might be a special reaction after the effect of Serum #2 is almost over." Xie Qingcheng said, "Observe for two days first."

He Yu hmmm, but after a while, he seemed to suddenly realize something, his pair of almond eyes widened slightly, and he whispered, "...... Xie Qingcheng."

"Huh?" Xie Qingcheng looks at people in the mirror.

"......" He Yu's face went white for a moment and red for a moment, "You said ...... you said this could be the 2... ...kind of ......"

"Which one?" Because his fever had just gone down and he had just thrown up, Xie Qingcheng's face was very unattractive, which made his aura a bit intimidating when he looked askance.

He Yu's voice was even softer, but his hand brushed over Xie Qingcheng's flat abdomen.

"Just ...... will it make you ...... have ...... have that possibility ...... "

"Which one might?" Xie Qingcheng still hasn't turned the corner.

He Yu Han stumbled for a moment and whispered in his ear, "Just, in case it allows you to have children ......"

".................."

Xie Qingcheng was so angry that he almost threw up again and coughed for half a day before slowing down: "You are crazy He Yu?Think what? First, it's just a serum, it's not that powerful. Second-"

His sword brows rose and his pale blood-colored face was filled with the embarrassment and anger of a big old man, and he clenched his back teeth.

"I'm a fucking man! And even a woman doesn't go to bed yesterday and throw up today, and you're twenty-three years old, you should have some common sense about that!"

He Yu said, "Of course I know, it's just that this second serum ......"

"I forbid you to ever mention this Serum Two in my presence again!"

......

Obviously you brought it up first.

But He Yu saw his face white and ugly, where would he say anything else, he hastened to pacify his brother Xie a few words, coaxed his brother to go to bed to lie down.

This night, Xie Qingcheng own heart is also depressed, fever even if, presumably yesterday's consumption is too much, but this burst after burst of nausea, indeed very strange.

The fact that there is such a thing as pregnancy is so far fetched, it's completely impossible.

But what is it really about?

Why did this reaction happen right after he slept with He Yu? Is this some kind of special pathological reaction? ......

After all, it's still puzzling.

At night, He Yu wants to cuddle with him again, but he doesn't agree.

"I'm not used to being held."

After all, which big man likes to be carried in his arms to sleep? Xie Qingcheng was even more reluctant to do so, especially when he thought that He Yu still thought that he could have a child with him because of last night.

He Yu was quite sympathetic at this point in time, he didn't mind opening his hand, "Then brother, you can sleep while holding me."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

After two days of rest, Xie Qingcheng's condition slowly stabilized.

But that inexplicable vomiting is still mildly present.

That day He Yu saw that he was sleeping more peacefully and the fever was no longer recurring, so he finally let go a little and left the suite in the early morning to go to the lab on time as usual.

It was only during his lunch break that he suddenly thought of something, and after a little pondering, he headed downstairs to the merchandise supply ......