Chapter 913: Boss, the orange has been sent

The doctor responsible for taking care of Jingzhi's diet is a black-haired Asian girl who wears a full protective mask and plastic gloves on her hands, seemingly afraid of being infected.
She handed the hot water to Jing Zhi and said in fluent English: "I have never seen a poison that is more powerful than the virus in your body. Eat it, you can't die."
Her old-fashioned tone makes Jing Zhi doubt her age.
"How old are you?"
The girl’s eyes are not blind: "It’s almost forty."
Jing Zhi did not believe it. He went forward and stared at her transparent protective mask and looked hard: "You are not forty, is it fourteen?"
"Fourteen? I am an old doctor in the institute. Virus cultivation, bacterial reproduction, and human stem cell transplantation. What can I do? Fourteen, if I can learn so much, I am the first genius in the world!"
Jing Zhi still does not believe.
Not to mention the young face of this doctor, just listen to her voice and know that she must not be forty years old.
However, there is nothing in the institute, that is, there are many old monsters.
In order to prolong their life and delay aging, they have developed a variety of drugs that can maintain their youthful appearance.
The doctor responsible for his diet may not be a teenager, but he is definitely not forty.
A forty-year-old woman, even if she uses botulinum toxin and hyaluronic acid, how to take anti-aging drugs, the state of the skin can not be the same as a teenage girl.
Jing Zhi is not really concerned about how old the doctor is. He doesn't care about it at all.
Anyway, it is possible that this doctor will also die directly from the virus within a few days.
At the thought of this, Jing Zhi is a bit strange.
It seems that this doctor has been responsible for his diet for more than a year. Why is it still not dead?
The person who takes care of him closely will basically be killed by him in the case of anger. The little doctor is not dead, and his life is too big.
Forget it, don't want to, and it's not surprising that you live for a long time. Peter has always been with him, it has been for years, and it has not died.
He sang a delicious, fragrant turkey with a succulent flavour. He could fill his stomach while enjoying the snow. He drank a big saliva and felt very satisfied.
This is the happiest Christmas he has ever had in six years!
Jing Zhi stupidly wiped out a huge turkey, and also ate two apples and two oranges.
He thought that it was the group of metamorphosis consciences discovered by the institute, so he enjoyed a meal, but he did not know how much Jing Rui had to let him live in a room with windows in order to let him eat these things. The mind, how much manpower was mobilized.
After eating and drinking, Jing Zhi lazily lay back on the bed, let the doctor reconnect him to various instruments, and also extended his left hand to her, let her insert the infusion needle.
He held an orange in his right hand and looked at the doctor's skilled injection. He couldn't help but ask, "What is your name? Have you been taking care of me before?"
The research projects in the institute are extremely dangerous, so most of the time doctors wear large masks and white doctor's caps, revealing only two eyes.
It is not generally high to recognize a person's difficulty by eye alone, so Jing Zhi basically can't remember a person. He remembers people by sound.
He remembered the voice of the doctor, but he never saw her whole picture.
The girl was silent for a while, and when Jing Zhi thought she would not answer, she said in Chinese: "My name is Shu Yin."
Jing Zhi is different: "Shade? A strange name."
He inadvertently spoke Chinese, and even he himself did not realize how natural he was when he said this.
"Comfortable comfort, the sound of music."
Shu Yin’s faint explanation seems to be no surprise to Jing Zhi’s Chinese.
She didn't seem to have a little bit of conversation with Jing Zhi, and packed up the things and pushed the dining car out.
"Hey, don't you have an English name?"
Shuyin's footsteps are a little bit: "Cherry, you can call me something."
When she finished, she left the dining car and left alone. Jing Zhi alone thought about it there: "When did I learn Chinese?"
Jing Zhi was so annoyed with oranges that when he was halfway up, there was a feeling of extreme familiarity in his mind.
He always felt that it was like someone had taught him how to eat oranges.
It seems that it is wrong to eat together with the skin.
Jing Zhisheng looked at the half of the orange left in his hand. Where did the man who had peeled the orange peel for him?
He spread his left palm and looked at the two pale blue writings on his palm. The tears flowed inexplicably.
He cried and ate the oranges, then hugged the oranges in the bed and prepared to sleep.
However, he inadvertently glimpsed, but found that the bottom of the orange was engraved with small Chinese characters on the skin!
The handwriting is engraved with a sharp blade, not very obvious, but you can still see the Chinese characters above when you look carefully:
Stupid, are you not peeling?
Jing Zhi suddenly had no sleep, and he suddenly sat up from the bed. The infusion needle was pulled down for the second time. The instruments attached to him were slammed by his jingle!
brother!
Jingzhi is ecstatic!
I don't know why, he intuitively thinks that the person who is lettering is a brother!
My brother is actually by his side!
Jing Zhi sat on the bed and smiled silently.
It seems that his vague memory has not gone wrong, he has a brother, and his brother is still alive!
My brother knows that he is here. Every time I used to save my life, is it that my brother is helping? Last night, was the person who fished him from the sea, is it also a brother?
Like a child, he held the orange tightly in his arms, sobbing low and smirking.
......
Jing Rui is wearing a black killer suit, crouching in front of a narrow glass window, and observing his target of killing through the sniper mirror.
The curtains in the room were all pulled, the darkness was faint, and the more and more the eyes were chilling and dignified.
He was there, motionless, like a sculpture.
After waiting for two hours and forty-seven minutes, the target finally appeared in a position suitable for shooting.
A shot of "砰", the bullet passed through the hole that had been dug in the glass in the room, quickly penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window of the opposite villa, and broke into the chest of a man, crushing his heart.
With one hit, Jing Rui quickly collected his equipment and was ready to leave.
There was a slight
click
in the wireless headset, he took out the phone to unlock it, and then saw the latest information on it:
Boss, the orange has been sent, his Christmas is very happy, and he is crying now.
Jing Rui’s cold and chilly face suddenly showed a faint smile, melting all the ice in this winter.