Chapter 913 Boss, the Oranges Have Been Delivered

The doctor in charge of taking care of Jing Zhi's diet and daily life is an Asian girl with black hair and black eyes. She wears a full set of protective masks and plastic gloves on her hands, as if she is afraid of being infected.

She handed the hot water to Jing Zhi, and said in fluent English: "I haven't seen a poison more powerful than the virus in your body, eat it, it won't kill anyone."

Her old-fashioned tone made Jing Zhi doubt her age.

"How old are you?"

The girl lied without blinking: "It's almost forty."

Jing Zhi didn't believe it, and leaned forward, staring hard at her transparent protective mask: "You're not forty, are you fourteen?"

"Fourteen? I'm a veteran doctor in the research institute. Virus culture, bacterial reproduction, human stem cell transplantation, what can I do? If Fourteen can learn so much, I'll be the number one genius in the world!"

Jing Zhi still didn't believe it.

Leaving aside the immature face of this doctor, just listening to her voice, one can tell that she must not be forty years old.

However, there is nothing else in the research institute, except that there are many old monsters of all kinds.

In order to prolong life and delay aging, they have developed various drugs, which can completely maintain the appearance of youth.

The doctor in charge of his diet may not really be in his teens, but he is definitely not in his forties.

Forty-year-old women, no matter how much they use Botox and hyaluronic acid, no matter how much they take anti-aging drugs, their skin condition cannot be the same as that of a teenage girl.

In fact, Jing Zhi didn't really care about the doctor's age, he didn't care about it at all.

Anyway, it is possible that the doctor will be infected with the virus and die directly in a few days.

Thinking of this, Jing Zhi felt a little strange.

The doctor in front of him seems to have been in charge of his diet for more than a year, why is he still alive?

The people who take care of him close to him will basically be killed by him in a fit of rage. This little doctor is not dead, so his life is too big, right?

Forget it, don't think about it, it's not surprising that occasionally there are people who live for a long time. Peter has been with him all the time, it's been several years, and he hasn't died.

He ate the turkey with delicious meat and aroma, and while enjoying the snow scene, he could still fill his stomach. He drank a big sip of water, feeling very satisfied.

This is the happiest Christmas he has had in six years!

Jing Zhi foolishly killed a huge turkey, and ate two apples and two oranges along the way.

He thought that it was the group of perverts in the research institute who discovered it with conscience, so he was allowed to enjoy a delicious meal, but he didn't know how much Jingrui had spent to let him live in a room with windows and to let him eat these things How much manpower was mobilized.

After eating and drinking enough, Jing Zhi lazily lay back on the bed, allowing the little doctor to reconnect various instruments for him, and even offered her his left hand to insert the infusion needle.

He was gnawing on an orange in his right hand. Seeing the doctor's skillful injection, he couldn't help but ask, "What's your name? Have you been taking care of me before?"

The research projects in the institute are extremely dangerous, so doctors wear large masks and white doctor caps most of the time, with only two eyes exposed.

It is very difficult to identify a person by eyes alone, so Jing Zhi basically can't remember a person, he remembers people only by his voice.

He remembered the doctor's voice, but he had never been able to see her whole picture.

The girl was silent for a while, just when Jing Zhi thought she would not answer, she said in Chinese: "My name is Shu Yin."

Jing Zhi was surprised: "Shade? What a strange name."

He spoke Chinese inadvertently, without even realizing how natural it was when he said it.

"Comfortable comfort, the sound of music."

Shu Yin explained lightly, as if he was not surprised that Jing Zhi could speak Chinese.

She didn't seem to have the slightest intention of talking to Jing Zhiduo, she packed her things and pushed the dining car outside.

"Hey, don't you have an English name?"

Shu Yin paused slightly: "Cherry, you can call me if you need something."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the dining car and left, leaving Jing Zhi alone there thinking hard: "When did I ever learn Chinese?"

Jing Zhi gnawed on the orange in distress, and when he was halfway through the gnawing, a very familiar feeling suddenly appeared in his mind.

He always felt as if someone had taught him how to eat oranges before.

It seems that the practice of eating together with the skin is wrong?

Jing Zhi stared blankly at the leftover half of an orange in his hand, where did the person who peeled the orange for him go?

He spread the palm of his left hand, looked at the two light blue handwriting on the palm, tears flowed down inexplicably.

He cried and ate the orange, and then lay on the bed with the last orange in his arms, ready to go to bed.

But he glanced inadvertently, only to find small Chinese characters engraved on the skin at the bottom of the orange!

The handwriting was engraved with a sharp blade, it is not very obvious, but you can still see the Chinese characters on it if you look closely:

You idiot, did you not peel the skin again?

Jing Zhi suddenly lost all sleepiness, and sat up from the bed suddenly, the infusion needle was torn off for the second time, and the instruments attached to him were rattled by him!

elder brother!

Jingzhi was ecstatic!

For some reason, he instinctively thought that the person who carved the lettering was his elder brother!

His brother was actually by his side!

Jing Zhi sat on the bed and laughed silently.

It seems that his vague memory is correct, he has an older brother, and his older brother is still alive!

My brother knows that he is here, every time he saved himself from danger, was it because of his help? Last night, the person who fished him from the bottom of the sea was also my brother?

Like a child, he held the orange tightly in his arms, weeping lowly, and smirking.

...

Jing Rui, dressed in a black killer uniform, knelt in front of a long and narrow glass window, watching his target through the sniper scope.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, and it was dark and gloomy, making it look more solemn and solemn.

He knelt there, motionless, like a statue.

After waiting for two hours and forty-seven minutes, the target finally appeared in a position suitable for shooting.

With a "bang" gunshot, the bullet passed through the small hole already dug in the glass in the room, quickly penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows of the opposite villa, and shot into a man's chest, shattering his heart.

With one hit, Jing Rui quickly put away his equipment and prepared to leave.

There was a slight "ding" sound from the wireless headset, he took out his phone and unlocked it, and then saw a new message on it:

Boss, the oranges have been delivered, he had a merry Christmas and is crying now.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Jing Rui's indifferent and stern face, melting all the ice this winter.