Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

One Hundred and Sixty-One: Encouragement to Do Good

The clinic was the same as before, with little change in appearance. The placement of items had been slightly adjusted, and there were some new medicines on the shelves, as well as new medical equipment.

Compared with the dirty and messy streets outside, the environment of this clinic is as clean as a regular large hospital in the city.

There was only one doctor in the clinic. With no patients coming to see her, she was leaning on a special armchair for the elderly that didn't fit in with the style of the clinic, swaying.

There was a faint smell of cigarettes in the air. The doctor was holding a cigarette in his hand, a lighter-smelling ladies' cigarette.

She was wearing a very old white coat. The cuffs were badly worn, with holes and dark stains visible.

Coffee was being brewed at the table next to me, and I could already smell the aroma of it.

Every time she came to the clinic, Feng Qingyu would buy a pack of cigarettes for the doctor. She threw the cigarettes over, and the doctor stretched out his left hand and caught them accurately.

"Doctor He, long time no see."

Doctor He stood up from the armchair, and her black ears twitched twice. She was a tall Filin woman with short black hair, a little shorter than Xingxiong, between 180 and 182 cm tall, with a cold and lazy expression.

"Oh, it's Sister Qinglong. Didn't you go into the ancestral hall a while ago? Why were you released so soon? Did you sleep with that sir?"

The doctor spoke rather bluntly, and Feng Qingyu knew that she liked to joke, so he wasn't angry.

"Am I that kind of person? Doctor He, you don't know me well enough. I have no interest in those sirs and madams in uniform, and there is no possibility of sleeping in uniforms."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the doctor, she asked Huihui to come forward and explain her purpose.

"She has oripathy and is afraid to go to the hospital for a checkup, so I brought her to you. I don't know what the symptoms are, and I'll know after you diagnose her."

Doctor He held a cigarette in his mouth, put on a stethoscope, and motioned Huihui to sit down. Huihui was still a little hesitant, and only dared to do so after Feng Qingyu nodded.

The doctors at the informal black market clinics always felt that she was a little frivolous and were worried that she might do something to her.

The doctor looked frivolous, but when it came to diagnosis he was no different from the doctors in big hospitals, very professional.

"Well... there are some heart murmurs. We will have to do an angiography test later, and the cells and blood will also be checked. Your condition is a bit serious, miss. Can you tell me in detail how you got infected?"

When asked about the cause of the infection, Huihui seemed very embarrassed and didn't know how to start for a moment.

It is understandable for doctors to ask patients about the cause of their illness, and it is necessary for patients to answer truthfully as a basis for the doctor's subsequent diagnosis.

"Now is not the time to be shy. If you were really shy, why did you agree to do that?"

After listening to Feng Qingyu's complaints, the doctor already knew what was going on and wrote [Infected by others] in the cause of infection column in the medical record.

"Why didn't you come for treatment earlier? Maybe the condition could be better controlled earlier. But it's not bad that you came neither too early nor too late. The condition is not so serious that it cannot be treated. Come for treatment regularly and remember to take medicine. It won't have a big impact on your life."

Then, the doctor performed several necessary examinations on Huihui and handed the printed examination report to Feng Qingyu.

"The fusion rate of somatic cells and Originium is 10%, and the blood Originium crystal density is 0.39u/L. We do need to pay more attention to prevent the infection from spreading further."

The doctor poured a cup of coffee for Feng Qingyu and Huihui, filling their beautiful mugs.

"You guys drink it first, I'll go get the medicine. I'll write the detailed cost on the bill and bring it back with the medicine later. Don't mess with the medicine and medical equipment on the shelf, they are very expensive, and I'm worried that you can't afford it, Sister Qinglong."

After explaining the important matters, the doctor opened the door of the pharmacy and closed it without making any sound.

Feng Qingyu felt that the suffocating time alone was long and tormenting. She drank coffee while looking at the things in the clinic. The desk was a little messy, with various books and magazines piled on it.

There is a wooden photo frame in the center of the table. The style was popular a few years ago, but it seems a bit outdated for people today.

The photo shows a group of close lovers, hugging each other's backs and smiling at the camera. At that time, Dr. He's hair was still long and waist-length, and his smile was particularly bright, not as bleak as it is now.

The woman next to her was a heroic female police officer wearing a Guard Bureau uniform and with gray hair in a ponytail.

Feng Qingyu had heard about some of the deeds of this female police officer. She had solved many extremely difficult cases and was very courageous. She had fought wits and courage with multinational criminal groups and won.

"..."

Feng Qingyu sighed at the photo.

It’s a pity that the female police officer was shot and died during the operation to capture the Smiling Tiger two years ago. Feng Qingyu was also present at the time. She only saved Chen, and the others were powerless to do anything.

Being a police officer may seem impressive, but in reality, it is very dangerous. You have to deal with criminals every day. People like Chen who have a strong sense of justice are more likely to encounter danger. This suspension is just a small episode among many dangerous times.

She was very worried that Chen would be in greater danger, and her heart tightened.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that she was in a daze and didn't say anything, Huihui, who was standing behind her, walked over to her and gently tugged at her sleeves twice.

"It's okay, just daydreaming."

She turned her head and withdrew her attention from the photo frame.

"I've taken you to see the doctor. Wait for Doctor He to bring the medicine and I'll take you home. Take my advice and break up as soon as possible to end this kind of life. Don't make any more mistakes. You are a smart person and you should understand what I mean. If you have anything to say, Chief Xingxiong and Chief Chen of the Imperial Guard Bureau are waiting at any time."

Huihui’s eyes wavered a little, though only a little.

Feng Qingyu didn't want to use any despicable means, such as pretending to get back together and actually using her to bring down others, so he could only choose the least effective method - talk therapy.

"That's all I can say. The rest is up to you. Think about your sister and your future. Xiaoyi told me that Leng Mo took advantage of your absence to touch her more than once or twice. He even put his hand under her skirt. People like him will do something more obscene sooner or later."

"..."

The two of them were silent for the next few minutes. Feng Qingyu's mouth was dry from talking, so he finished the rest of his coffee.

The most troublesome thing is to persuade people to be good. When you persuade them, they will not stop, but when the tragedy happens, they will blame you for not helping them in the first place.

She had seen many people like this, and originally wanted to stay out of it and let Huihui fend for herself. Thinking about Huihui's younger sister who was not yet an adult, after losing her sister, she was left with only a pair of bastard parents who could not be called relatives at all, which was too pitiful.

That was all she said, and the doctor just came out with the medicine and the bill.

"The examination fee plus the medicine fee, and the injection fee just now, will be discounted by 1600%, Longmen coins."

When Huihui heard the amount of the fee, she suddenly felt embarrassed.

She had less than a thousand Longmen coins left and could not afford the payment.

One Hundred and Sixty-Two Ghost Fire Beauties

In the end, Feng Qingyu reluctantly paid the 1600 Longmen coins for the medical treatment. Huihui received a call and decided to take a taxi back.

After seeing off the big Buddha, she prepared to go home. She was struggling over whether to go back to the Rhodes Island dormitory for the night when Chen's call came at the perfect time.

"Come to the track in Waigang, we'll have a race, and the loser has to agree to a request from the winner."

It seems that Chen has woken up and found that he is missing a set of car keys.

"Mr. Chen, it's not fair for me to compare this old car with your newest one. Isn't it obvious that you will win?"

Feng Qingyu could figure out such a simple formula. Chen must have wanted something again, but she was too embarrassed to say it directly, so she thought of this way to save her face.

Chen is currently driving a luxurious version of the colorful Arrow 35 motorcycle, while his own is a Volkswagen version of the J-25 motorcycle from a few years ago. It has no colorful parts and its engine is much outdated. A rough estimate is that when Chen reaches the finish line, he still has more than half a lap to go.

"I borrowed a Swift 25, the same model as yours. We started from the same starting point, so don't try to find an excuse to refuse. Just say whether you are coming or not, coming or not?"

"Of course... come."

Chen Sir's tone was as tough as ever. In this case, he could only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman and race together. The track at night is more challenging than during the day. It is said that there is a "ghost driver who speeds on the deserted streets at night and flashes on the curves" in Longmen. The other party also loves late-night racing.

Feng Qingyu's driving skills were okay, but still inferior to the ghost driver. As for Chen, she was rarely seen racing at the track, but Xingxiong often invited her here.

"Ah, I see."

Chen was secretly jealous, and although he didn't say it, his body was honestly showing that he wanted to compete on the racetrack.

It doesn't matter, she hasn't raced for a long time. On the empty track, stepping on the accelerator and listening to the violent roar of the motorcycle under her, the blood in her body will boil. This is the charm of racing.

Feng Qingyu had spent less time with Chen recently, and felt guilty about it, so he bought two servings of milk tea on the road and drove all the way to the racing venue outside Longmen.

Every night, the racetrack is packed with racing enthusiasts who ride their newly-bought, modified, cool motorcycles to race with like-minded people.

Chen changed into a tight-fitting racing suit. The black one-piece suit outlined her perfect S-shaped body curves. Many people in the rest area glanced at her because Chen's figure was too eye-catching.

"Wow, Mr. Chen, it's so hot, it makes me wet - my eyes are filled with tears of envy."

Chen pushed Feng Qingyu's head away and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Where's my milk tea? You've been a little bit distracted by women lately... a little bit ignoring me, I'm very upset. Is your roommate's technique good?"

"That's right. My roommate's racing skills are far worse than those of Sir Chen." Feng Qingyu pretended not to hear what Chen was hinting at and handed over one of the cups of hot milk tea.

There were still people racing on the field. After they finished this one, they had to wait for two more. It was still early, and the people here would race until late at night before leaving.

Chen drank milk tea silently with a resentful expression on his face, and began to list all of Feng Qingyu's crimes.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about. You haven't given me anything for a long time, don't you feel guilty? Counting on my fingers, it's been half a month. Not only did you not give me anything, but you couldn't even spare time for a meal..."

Faced with Chen Sir's alternative way of acting coquettishly, Feng Qingyu not only did not feel embarrassed, but rather enjoyed it very much. She thought to herself, "Modo Modo, come more, let her see more of Chen's lovely side."

Who could have imagined that the police officers of the Guard Bureau who were scolded by Chief Chen on a daily basis would actually act like a spoiled child with others behind their backs?

"Well... I will give it to you, but Sir Chen, you have to be gentle. At least let me stand up straight."

The fear of being dominated by the three evil men of Rhodes Island still lingers in the poor Black Dragon's heart. She can never forget that night when she was ridden by the three men in turn.

"Stop talking nonsense. Let's play a match tonight. One round will decide the winner. If you lose, you have to agree to my request, no matter what it is."

Chen looked towards the track. The first race had ended and they were preparing for the second one.

Young people lined up on both sides of the track, shouting the names of the players they supported. The second group of players seemed to have one well-known club rider and another newcomer, a dark horse, and the race was very interesting.

Chen and Feng Qingyu are casual players. Racing is not about winning or losing, but about experiencing the process of racing, which is different from the speed-focused game of Xingxiong.

"Sir Chen, what is your request? Tell me about it. Is there something you can't get by yourself that you need me to give you?"

Feng Qingyu suddenly became curious about why Chen had asked her to race tonight. However, Chen didn't want to tell her right away. Once the mystery was revealed in advance, the game would lose at least half of its fun.

No matter what, Chen was determined to win tonight and make someone agree to his request.

"I don't want to tell you now. When I beat you, you will know what I want right away."

The more mysterious Chen acted, the more curious Feng Qingyu became. He even thought that if Chen really couldn't beat him, he would just let Chen pass him at the bend near the finish line.

If you make a mistake in cornering, it will be very difficult to overtake on the next straight. The two motorcycles have the same model and performance. Unless the other driver suddenly falls off the bike, he will definitely lose.

They waited quietly for the time to use the track.

Finally, the third game ended and the broadcast began calling Chen and Feng Qingyu to go to the starting point to prepare.

The race track was built according to a track in Victoria. It is the second longest track in the world after Victoria, with a total length of 3.8 kilometers.

The track takes advantage of the nearby terrain conditions and is built against the mountain. Looking down from the air, it looks like a killer whale, so the racers call this place the "Killer Whale Track."

The Orca Track has a total of fourteen turns, with a relatively high level of difficulty and a long race schedule. Many people who buy new cars and want to test their performance will choose this track. It is also the best choice for those who want to hone their skills.

Chen borrowed a motorcycle from a speed racer, the same model as the one Feng Qingyu rode, with a more fancy paint job and he added some dazzling colors himself, making them look like a spirited young man and old woman riding a Ghost Fire motorcycle.

If there was no race today, Chen would definitely complain about the car's colorful paint and lights.

"Please both players put on their helmets and make final preparations."

Two staff members handed over the helmet.

The referee holding the starting gun stood beside the track, ready to pull the trigger. There were fewer people in the audience. They were not interested in these two unknown players, and most of them went to the track next door.

None of this matters, Chen doesn't care.

"preparation--"

The referee raised the starting gun and pulled the trigger.

"Bam—"

The starting gun sounded, the engines roared, and the two motorcycles turned into a phantom and sped forward.

One hundred and sixty-three This woman is damn sweet

As soon as the starting gun sounded, the motorcycle driven by Chen immediately turned into a gray-white light and sped away at a speed slightly faster than Feng Qingyu.

There is no difference in performance between the two cars, and even if there is, it can be ignored. With the same equipment, winning depends on the driver's driving skills.

Feng Qingyu hadn't raced for a while, so she felt unfamiliar with the car and started a little slower than Chen. It was this slight difference that allowed them to open up a large gap in the rest of the race.

"When did Mr. Chen become so powerful?"

It has only been a few months since he last raced, but Chen's skills have improved so rapidly. Feng Qingyu knew that he was bound to lose this race.

There are so many turns ahead, and her cornering skills are above average, not as good as Xingxiong's. Chen's cornering skills are on par with Xingxiong's.

As she was not as skilled as her opponent, she accepted her defeat with a sincere heart.

Although the race was doomed to be lost, the exhilaration brought by racing was unambiguous. The fatigue in the body was swept away and the blood was boiling.