Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 4.8

When Qin Yaochen woke up again, it was already the next morning.

He opened his eyes, strange room, strange bed, familiar breath.

What happened last night was played back and repeated in his mind scene by scene, making him subconsciously curl up his toes.

Although his movements were small, he still awakened the person holding him behind him.

"Morning, Brother Qin." Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand and touched Qin Yaochen's abdominal muscles, probably because he felt so good that his palm stuck to it and he didn't want to leave.

Qin Yaochen's mouth was dry when he resisted, and his attention was all focused on Meng Zezhi's palm: "Morning, Si Yong."

Meng Ze knows his heart and mind, and his voice is hoarse: "Brother Qin, is your body uncomfortable?"

Qin Yaochen only thought that Meng Zezhi was caring about him. He moved a little and felt fine. Probably because of the evolution, not only the physical fitness but also the recovery ability, the supernatural beings are more than twice as powerful as ordinary people.

He said, "It's okay."

Then he was pressured by Meng Zezhi and started the major task of building a socialist ecological civilization.

"In this case, let's do morning exercises!"

After a hearty battle, Meng Zezhi walked into the kitchen with his slippers, and released the hungry, dizzy Xiao Bai from the room by the way.

As a result, just after breakfast, Huang Wu knocked on the door of their room violently.

"Uncle, Captain Qin?"

"What's the matter?" Qin Yaochen opened the door.

Huang Wu said breathlessly last time: "Captain Qin, there is news from the third building that Fu Boyu is critically ill."

In fact, since last night, Fu Boyu had a high fever. It's just that Meng Zezhi said that even if the sky fell, he was not allowed to disturb him. Huang Wu had no choice but to endure till now before he came to the door.

In any case, Fu Boyu is a member of the Fu family. If he really died on their borders, even if it wasn't their fault, I'm afraid he would get into a commotion.

This is something Huang Wu and others don't want to see.

"What?" Qin Yaochen frowned, obviously also aware of the importance of the matter.

"Don't worry," it was not Meng Zezhi who was talking. He walked out of the kitchen, took the towel on the table and wiped off the water on his hands: "Fu Boyu can't die."

"Uncle?" Huang Wuyi looked surprised.

"Wait, he will be alive and kicking in a few days," Meng Zezhi said only.

Huang Wu's heart fell back into his stomach in an instant, because Huang Wu was in awe of Meng Zezhi from the bottom of his heart, and he naturally believed in his words.

He asked: "What did Fu Boyu say?"

"Adjust the doctors, medicines and everything, and the superficial effort is enough."

"Understood." Huang Wu nodded and stepped back.

"Dangerously ill?"

Qi Liang couldn't sit still when he heard the news. Fu Boyu was his son's biological father anyway. It was one thing when he didn't exist, but it was another thing to watch him die.

What's more, even if the process is a bit tortuous, the facts are facts.

So inevitably, his attitude towards Fu Boyu is somewhat subtle.