Die For Life

With a creak, the door of the gynecology clinic was pushed open.

"Minghong!"

Holding his left shoulder, Yin Minghong was taken aback. He saw the heroic girl in a **** shirt and asked in surprise: "Qingmei, aren't you at home? Why are you here?"

Mu Qing's eyebrows raised her eyebrows: "I knew that it would be fine for Jing Zhengwei to call you out. If you are injured, you will certainly not go home to deal with it. Sure enough, I am waiting for you here at Sister Hong!"

Mu Qingmei was a sibling who grew up with Yin Minghong. More than a decade ago, slavery prevailed. When the class struggle between chambers of commerce and workers was the most intense, riots and repression occurred one after another, so broken families were not rare. Displaced children like them will almost all survive in a group, just like white magnolia and black flag.

However, they were lucky, and met the cadres who had been planted in Xuanzhu County to test the operation of Baiye at that time. Under the care of the White Night Walkers, they smoothly learned knowledge and grew up. After growing up, they naturally joined the White Night.

Unlike Yin Minghong, although Mu Qingmei is a female streamer, her tactical talent is the best among all teenagers and girls, and she can't even call it a genius. The organization had hoped that Mu Qingmei would go to Yanjing for further studies on many occasions, but she did not want to leave and had to stay in Xuanzhu County.

However, Bai Ye didn't give Mu Qingmei any position, and only asked her to continue to diligently improve her skills, hiding her as a "King Bomb". Therefore, Mu Qingmei helped Yin Minghong take care of the house when she had nothing to do, and her little life was quite casual.

"Of course I have to come to see the medical officer..."

"I know how to fight inside!" Mu Qing said with eyebrows akimbo: "Although I didn't take the medical officer exam, my level is definitely better than that of the medical officer. Which cat in the family is not convinced by me. Yes, you lie down and let me... you are badly injured!?"

When Yin Minghong walked into the bright clinic from the night, Mu Qingbrows could see that his entire body in black clothes turned dark red, and there was a big opening in his left hand, and blood was still dripping while they were talking.

Mu Qing's eyebrows suddenly became anxious, and she didn't dare to touch him. Her hands dangled at a loss, as if she was afraid that if she touched him, she would fall apart.

"Calm down, Qingmei, most of the blood on his body is not his." Wen Hong, who was wearing a white coat in the inner room, yawned lazily and said: "Don't come in first, and throw your clothes in the trash. Bucket, it's stinking."

Yin Minghong was a little surprised: "This can still be worn."

"Wear a fart, and you have broken so many holes. You might as well leave it alone without wearing it. If others pass by, they might pity you, a shirtless beggar, and give you some money. The money you get to make up for is enough for you to buy one. New. Do you want to mend your clothes? Or let Qingmei help you mend it?"

Mu Qing patted her chest, rippling slightly, and confidently said, "I will make up the clothes!"

"You take your time to mending and go to the dock to carry a few sandbags, and the money you make is enough for you to buy a new set of clothes for this little white face!" Wen Hong said angrily: "After you take it off, come in and lie down, the man boss Can't you still be afraid of this kind of small pain?"

"What little white face, Minghong looks so dark..." Mu Qing murmured a few words. After seeing Yin Minghong take off his coat, he ‘moved’ into the room with cold sweat on his face, and hurriedly helped him to lie down on the operating bed.

Wen Hong turned on the phototherapy lamp and put on his gloves, glanced at Yin Minghong's injuries, and frowned slightly: "The left arm, chest, and abdomen are all traumatized...Jing Zhengwei is not letting go of men now? Is the abuse so brutal? "

"It's not... it's all injuries from fighting."

"It's surprising, you can still fight so hard in Xuanzhu County...Would you like to drink boiling soup?"

"If you don't drink, I can't sleep now." Yin Minghong took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles: "I haven't sorted out tonight's records... It would be bad if I forget important information."

"Then you bear it." Wen Hong's hands burst into warm light, rubbing Yin Minghong's wound. Mu Qingmei looked anxiously from the side, but did not disturb them without saying a word.

"Tell me about what happened tonight. If you get dizzy later, I can record it for you."

Yin Minghong nodded and explained what happened after he got into Jing Zhengwei's car. Through memories and narratives, the pain of phototherapy seems to be lessened.

Wen Hong listened very carefully. After Yin Minghong finished speaking, she asked, "So your injury is..."

"The injuries he suffered while fighting against Heiqi, Baolong, and Mr. Wu." Yin Minghong said here, just when Wen Hong pressed hard, he immediately took a breath: "Heiqi and Baolong are naturally very strong. But to my surprise, Mr. Wu, an old guy who was about to enter the soil, was the most insidious. The Hidden Blade that he suddenly used made Midelissan and I hurt."

"What about the fleet?"

"Later, Jing Zhengwei took a look at the real account book and picked out a few crew members who would often'damage' the cargo. The other crew members received half of their wages, but the fleet will continue to operate, and the crew members will still have half a month's rest. Zhengwei will additionally arrange for a new captain."

"What about the slave trade?"

"I didn't say, but he shouldn't intend to continue."

Wen Hong rubbed Yin Minghong's flesh and blood back, and said in thought: "Jing Zhengwei's actions...very strange."

"Yes, I also find it very strange." Yin Minghong put all his energy into thinking, trying to resist physical pain: "Since he just wants to get rid of a few captains instead of destroying the fleet, why should he punish the crew? He obviously didn’t want to continue the slave trade, so why would he kill the crew who had “damaged” the cargo? Didn’t he know that this would separate the crew from him?”

Wen Hong shook his head thoughtfully, "No, you are just logical, but in fact, those crew members have been bewitched by Heiqi and others for so long, and it is impossible for them to be bought by Jing Zhengwei for a long time, unless Jing Zhengwei is willing to let them continue. The slave trade makes a lot of money."

"Since he can't be favored to draw in, why not use thunder to frighten him? And doing so can show his determination. Even if the silver and blood will know afterwards, Jing Zhengwei can easily wash away his relationship."

"However," Wen Hong said, "Jing Zhengwei is still very strange."

"Yeah, it's too strange. I still can't understand why he would reject Magnolia's suggestion." Yin Minghong said: "Could it be that Jing Zhengwei's'secret troops' also have other information, and those intelligence points to Magnolia. Is this person or his plan untrustworthy?"

He thought about it and couldn't reach a conclusion, and sighed: "The water in the Jing family is still too deep. I only now know that Jing Zhengwei still has such a secret power...We should pay more attention to it."

Wen Hong nodded: "The water of the Jing family is very deep, there are many monsters and ghosts in it, but everyone can drink its water... The meaning of the white night is to keep you lurking under Jing Zhengwei's hands."

At this time, she had been listening to Mu Qingmei, who couldn’t put her mouth in her mouth, and finally couldn’t help but said, “Is there a possibility that Jing Zhengwei is actually a good man. He cannot accept the slave trade morally, so he refuses to speak. Magnolia, get rid of the captain and kill those crew members?"

Wen Hong and Yin Minghong were startled at the same time, and looked at Mu Qingmei with incredible eyes.

After a while, Wen Hong turned his face to cover his mouth, and his shoulders trembled slightly, while Yin Minghong couldn't hold back his mouth. He snorted and laughed so that the wound was open:

"Hahaha Qingmei, you suddenly said this, I don't know if you are ironic or really stupid...hahahahaha, it hurts, I split!"

Mu Qing sat aside with annoyance, Wen Hong seemed to stop her smile, and continued to treat Yin Minghong: "By the way, the assassin has already written."

Yin Minghong smiled in no mood, and sighed: "But Yan Jing hasn't replied yet..."

"Don't worry, the assassin agreed to meet in three days, and we still have time."

"Three days later?" Yin Minghong was taken aback for a moment and frowned, "I thought he was a relatively impatient person. If the time is set in three days... then it is inconvenient for him these few days."

"I didn't find any sightings of the white-haired person either."

"Normal, how can people like them let others see their own characteristics."

"Okay." Wen Hong stepped back and turned off the phototherapy lamp: "In the past two days, stay out of the sun and eat less spicy and spicy food."

Mu Qingmei curiously asked, "Is there any particular thing that can't eat spicy food?"

Wen Hong nodded: "After eating spicy food, it takes too long to excrete, which may cause the wound to burst... By the way, I recently came to a newcomer. Although he only mastered a little bit of Lingxu's tactics, he is very good at performing in outer cities. Tracking and monitoring tasks, and even willing to carry out assassinations, you have a task you can entrust him to carry out."

"Really!?" Yin Minghong smiled as he sat up. This is probably the best news he has heard in the past few days. He really lacks a trusted helper.

But he immediately asked in confusion, "Isn't such a good helper my turn? Don't other white night walkers have a higher priority than me?"

People like Yin Minghong who have already settled on the cadres of the Jing family have a very low priority in Bai Ye’s resource tilt-because it is too difficult for him to go further. After all, even if Jing Zhengwei is dead, he will not be able to take the position. , Unless he has a father-son relationship with Jing Zhengwei.

Therefore, the White Night Branch will tilt resources to the bottom White Nightwalkers in other chambers of commerce, and strive to bring them closer to the core of power, and then weave a net of heaven and earth hidden under the eyes of the Silver Blood Association, increasing the possibility of subverting the Silver Blood Association.

Wen Hong shrugged: "This newcomer especially hopes to be able to do things under your hands, and Bai Ye can only respect his wishes."

Yin Minghong was not happy when he heard this, but was surprised: "Why? He knows me?"

"He didn't know you before, but he felt that supporting you would achieve his goal."

"His purpose is related to me?" Yin Minghong felt very strange.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door~www.novelmt.com~ three long and one short. Wen Hong smiled and said, "Sure enough, we don’t talk about people during the day and don’t talk about ghosts at night. As soon as we talk about him, he is here. See you. Next."

"But his purpose is really related to you, because he and the Jing family... to be correct, he has an enemy with Jing Zhengwei."

Wen Hong went out to open the door, and a moment later brought a young man hidden under a black cloak.

He bent down slightly and greeted respectfully: "I've seen Mr. "Sneak Thorn", Ms. "Flower Thorn". I am a new employee of Bai Ye, codenamed "Frost Thorn"."

After the greeting, Yin Minghong asked directly: "You have an enemy with Jing Zhengwei?"

"Don't share the hatred of heaven."

"Can you talk about it? I'm just asking, it won't affect my evaluation of you, if it's inconvenient--"

"There is nothing to hide." The young man took off his hood, revealing a handsome and haggard face: "Ten days ago, I was actually just a servant in Jing Zhengwei's mansion."

"At that time, my name was Rong Yao."

...

...

Early the next morning, Jing Mansion drove out of three cars.

Leyu was sitting in the middle car, Lisang was driving, and the co-pilot was sitting Mi Die, and he and Qing Lan were sitting in the back seats.

After Leyu got in the car, she kept sighing and sullen. Qing Lan, who was drinking coconut milk, couldn't help approaching him, and asked in a low voice: "My son, are you unhappy to be back in Jingyuan today?"

Le Yu glanced at her, not wanting to answer.

In view of reason, Jing Zhengwei has no reason to be unhappy.

But it is different for Leyu——

After all, in Jingyuan, lies an existence that Jing Zhengwei is ‘father’ in name, blood relationship and even interest.

So annoying, am I going to hand over my first dad today?