Chapter 318 Sick Girlfriend

30 minutes later, on the top floor of Xianyu Qionglou.

A comatose strong man was placed on a hospital bed. It was Lei Xiong who was abandoned after the battle failed.

Next to him, a wheelchair made of thorny vines slowly approached with a teenager.

An Changlin slowly opened his mouth and said, "Meng Xuemin, how is his injury?"

Meng Xuemin replied respectfully, "Fortunately, although there are a lot of fractures on his face, fortunately his head is not injured. It's just a slight concussion. I think he will recover slowly after a period of rest."

"That's good. Prepare a few bottles of good-level healing potions for him. Brew them every day and let him recover as quickly as possible."

"Okay, boss."

Lei Xiong's condition was not as serious as An Changlin imagined.

Although he was attacked directly in the face and the attack was very strong, Lei Xiong's physical fitness was not to be underestimated. He took it hard.

An Changlin was also very impressed. He didn't expect that a battle at the ordinary level could be so exciting.

He didn't expect that such an amazing talent was only at the ordinary level.

At this time, he suddenly asked again: "By the way, I asked you to check the situation of that young man, have you found out?"

Meng Xuemin hurriedly responded, "I have asked someone to check. He has no shelter and lives in the gathering place."

"Which district?"

"It's in the eighth district next door. They have a slum area there. They have built a lot of small floors. You can rent a house there at a very low price."

"Oh? Is it a small high-rise building that was just built recently?"

An Changlin showed a look of understanding, and couldn't help but recall the situation of the slum in his mind.

That was in the eighth district, outside the commercial core area, near the outer border, where the organization built apartment-style housing, with a total of 12 buildings.

Each building has six floors, each floor can accommodate 20 households, and can accommodate 1,440 households.

But along with it, the living area of ​​each household is very small, only about 15 square meters, and the internal living environment is also very poor.

But the only advantage is that the price is very cheap, and many ordinary survivors can afford it, so this place is also called a slum.

An Changlin wondered, "With the young man's ability, he should be well-fed, not rich, but how could he live in a slum?"

"That's right!" Meng Xuemin took out a copy of "Mist Survival Manual", flipped through a few photos and said, "I asked someone to secretly follow him. He often went in and out of a pharmacy in District 8 to buy drugs for chronic diseases."

"Buy drugs? For himself?"

Meng Xuemin shook his head, "It shouldn't be for himself, but for his girlfriend."

"???" An Changlin raised his eyebrows and said in disbelief, "What did you say? He is only a few years old, how can he still have a girlfriend?"

Meng Xuemin scratched his head and persuaded, "Ahem, this should not be the point. The point is that his girlfriend should have a chronic disease, and he should earn money to buy medicine for treatment."

An Chengli nodded and muttered to himself, "If that's the case, it's easier to deal with."

Then he ordered, "Meng Xuemin, accompany me to District 8, I'll talk to the young man."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

30 minutes later

Meng Xuemin pushed the wheelchair and walked into the gate of the eighth district.

At this time, someone was already waiting. Seeing An Changlin coming, he immediately went to greet him.

As Qi Yuan's younger brother and half-manager of the seventh district, his status and position were naturally extraordinary, and most of the middle and senior management knew him.

He suddenly came to the eighth district, and the senior management of the eighth district would naturally notice him.

When An Changlin saw the visitor, he just exchanged a few simple greetings, waved his hand and said, "I just came here to take a look, you don't have to pay too much attention.

After sending the person away, An Changlin had a clear goal and went directly to the direction of the civilian area.

With their identities, they had already investigated the young man's situation thoroughly. Including his living room, daily life dynamics, etc.

So, it didn't take long for them to find the person...

In the slums, at the door of room 502, building 10, Meng Xuemin knocked on the door.

Immediately followed by a vigilant "Who? !"

"The seventh district, the people from the underground gambling arena of Xianyu Qionglou, come to give you the final payment. "

The young man was extremely alert and asked suspiciously: "I usually go there, why did you come to my door today? And how do you know my address?"

"We..." Meng Xuemin wanted to explain something, but was stopped by An Changlin.

An Changlin's clear voice sounded, and he said calmly: "I am the owner of Xianyu Qionglou. I want to meet you and talk about some things. I wonder if you can do me the honor?"

The room was quiet for five seconds, and then the door opened with a "click".

A young man with a messy chicken coop on his head, tall and thin, and unusually distinct bones appeared in front of the two.

Although his eyes behind his messy hair looked unusually calm, his tense muscles could be seen.

"What do you want to see me for?"

An Changlin smiled, without any concealment, and said directly: "I watched your game today and admired your ability very much! So I want to ask you if you are willing to work under me!"

"To join you? "The young man was very clear-headed and quickly understood the meaning of the words.

An Changlin did not deny it: "Almost the same, but we will provide a very generous reward."

Hearing the word "reward", the young man smiled bitterly and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "A generous reward... How generous can it be? Hundreds? Thousands?"

This situation today is not the first time that the young man has encountered.

He was able to win eight consecutive games in the underground gambling arena, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. More than one force has approached him and wanted to recruit him.

However, most of those who approached him were small forces, and their own strength was relatively weak, and the price they offered would not be high.

After all, the real big forces would not focus on an ordinary child.

After experiencing it several times, the young man was immune to this situation.

However, An Changlin's next sentence shocked him: "The first reward is to help heal your girlfriend first, how about it?"

"What... what do you mean!"

For the first time, the young man's calm voice trembled a little.

An Changlin sat in a wheelchair with a faint smile on his face. He met the young man's gaze without hesitation and said calmly: "It means what you understand."

The young man's expression was finally moved. After thinking calmly for a few seconds, he smiled helplessly and said: "It seems that you have made sufficient preparations, but unfortunately, you don't understand her condition."

"Oh? Then can you tell me more specifically, maybe we really have a way!"

The young man lowered his head again, thinking silently for a long time, and finally slowly uttered a few words: "Okay, come in and take a look."