Chapter 7 (1/2)

”The man Dr. He mentioned, he should be the man whose whole body was soaked in blood. Young Master said that he was lucky enough to stay alive? So injured, yet he did not die.” w.a.n.g Xuebing recalled, explaining to Bai Jing.

Bai Jing was slightly surprised for a moment. He suddenly remembered that this seemed to have happened, but he was not been concerned about him, of course, and even now he will not care for him. It was only the occasional compa.s.sion. That person could be considered lucky. If he remembered correctly, that person should be down next to his car, his whole body covered in blood, so much so that even his appearance was obscured. He was just afraid of trouble, and rescued him on impulse.

He Yong knew Bai Jing remembered, and with a smile on his face, he boastingly nodded and jokingly said: “Really great luck. His body has eight wounds, was drugged and was soaked in blood. He was given more than 30 st.i.tches, woke up the next night, and was just obsessed with Master Jing, his savior.”

Bai Jing glanced at him and did not speak, and He Yong noticed. Feeling a bit sorry, it seemed that this was not a successful introduction. Trying a second invitation: “Master Jing has not eaten yet? Shall we, together?”

Bai Jing at first wanted to refuse. He did not want involve this person with even his bones br.i.m.m.i.n.g with wisdom, but then on second thoughts, He Yong was a doctor, and he also owned a private clinic. He had access to a wider variety of medical supplies. Since He Yong has demand for him, the trouble would be his father's, not his own. Thinking again, he also nodded in agreement. He would never add a connection he would not use..

He Yong smiled and asked him to enter the room, and he was a little surprised. He saw Jing had a moody face today, and there seemed to be little hope. But Master Jing promising to dine with them was a pleasant surpreise.

“Master Jing, your order first?” He Yong handed over the menu.

Bai Jing randomly point to a few dishes then pa.s.sed the menu to w.a.n.g Xuebing. Cao Lei raised his dense eyebrows, eyes flas.h.i.+ng a thoughtful reflection.

w.a.n.g Xuebing was also blunt. Finis.h.i.+ng his order and returning the menu, He Yong smiled and declined, pa.s.sing it straight to Cao Lei. Actually, he had just eaten, but it was rare to meet Master Jing, so he then intended to eat again.

Only when the waiter took the menu and left did Bai Jing directly say: “Help me get a set of physical therapy equipment as well as the most sophisticated laboratory equipment. In addition get  some drugs, especially anti-inflammatory drugs, cold medicine and antiseptics. The more, the better. I may not be here for the next few months. First, go rent a warehouse and help me manage it. I'll get it all when I'm back. Give me an estimate of the funds required?

He Yong froze for a moment, then laughed and did not ask him for any reasons. As long as Master Jing asked: “No problem, leave it all to me. It's sad talking about money first.”

Bai Jing sent him a glance. Since it could save a sum, he would not refuse: “Do not tell my dad.”

He Yong's eyes s.h.i.+elded by his gla.s.ses flashed a light: “Master Jing, do not kid around with me. Insignificant people such as myself have nowhere to know so respectful a person as your father.”

Bai Jing showed a sardonic smile. There was a history of sharp and edgy feelings behind it, making people feel as if there was no escape.

He Yong did not speak, and feeling slightly upset, he changed his mind. He thought Bai Jing was just a temperamental, arrogant young master, and he used to look like one. The truth was he had not exposed his claws yet, he said. He was the illegitimate child of a powerful family, so how could things be so simple. (Wiping his face saying, you really overestimated him. That man is reborn! Before, he was a total fool!)1

Bai Jing did not say anything, did not ask what He Yong required. Anyway, that did not concern him. This was only mutual benefit and reciprocity, not to mention, even if He Yong said it to him, Bai Jing asked himself, from the ignorant and incompetent him of before, he certainly would not understand.

Slowly picking up the phone, he did not give his old man a call for quite some time. Now was not a good time to draw the line. If father does not spoil him, does not love him, after the outbreak of the apocalypse, when he was looking for military escort, where he encountered Xiao Sa. He was afraid of missing any link, leading to things changing. The others he does not care about, but only Xiao Sa …

Not until they meet, Bai Jing did not want to give birth to any misfortune, so he quickly pulled out the shortcut key number 1, and his finger gently pressed —-

“Little Jing, where were you these days? Why didn't you answer the phone, the money was already sent to you, have you received it yet?”

“Ah, I go it, and I am now going out to travel. Right, I have a friend that would like to Secretary Liao. Do you approve?”

”What kind of friend?”

“Not bad between us. He is a doctor, so Secretary Liao is to help with whatever he can. If you cannot approve, that's fine, too. I just do not want to leave a debt.”

“Oh? When did Little Jing learn the ways of the world?” The phone laughed.

“Dad…” Bai Jing's face was full of black lines, and his heart turned cold. No one could that with such a warm dialogue between father and son that in the future, they would become like strangers, who was the most backstabbed knife, and that can hurt anything. That kind of wound and festering pain, if a piece of flesh was not removed, it would continue to hurt.

“Well, good, good, it's up you to say how you want things done. Give Liao's number to him, and I will take care of the introductions. I have a meeting, so I can't talk to you more. Where do you intend to travel? May have to pay attention to safety on the road.”

“Well, you are busy. I will be careful, goodbye.”

Bai Jing put down the phone and had people bring pen and paper. He wrote a number and handed it to He Yong.

“Thank you, Master Jing.” He Yong lips slightly curled, with not a trace of dissatisfaction because it was the Secretary's number, and everyone knew that State Council members were busy. Obtaining the help of a secretary was, in fact, obtaining his approval.