"Who are you……"

Song Wanchun looked at Zhang Yong in confusion.

I have some vague impression, but I can't remember anything. The pain in the back of my head is severe.

"President Song, I am Zhang Yong!"

"Um?"

"I am Zhang Yong from the Fuxing Society Secret Service! We met at the Xiaguan Pier in Jinling. At that time, the radio station in your box fell out, which almost caused a misunderstanding..."

"Oh, it's you..."

Song Wanchun finally remembered. It turned out to be him.

By the way, it was really troublesome when the radio station fell out. I finally managed to get out safely.

"That's right. It's me. President Song, are you okay?"

"I, I am..."

"You should have been attacked by Xiao Xiao."

"ah……"

Song Wanchun's mind was still confused.

I feel a severe pain in the back of my head. Whenever I use my head, my head hurts. So, I don’t dare to think too much about it.

It feels like this is indeed the case.

"It hurts in the back..."

"Maybe you hit your head on a rock when you fainted."

"Yeah……"

"Look at the stone."

Zhang Yong picked up a stone from the ground.

Song Wanchun looked at it in confusion. He suddenly realized it. At the same time, he was secretly worried.

It's terrible. Would such a big stone knock me out? Fortunately, someone saw it. Otherwise, it's freezing in the cold weather, and I might freeze to death.

Although this Zhang Yong is a bit annoying, he really saved himself this time.

I had some misunderstandings about him before, but now I have cleared up.

"President Song, what are you doing here?"

"me……"

"Did you drink too much and got lost?"

"Yep……"

Song Wanchun hurriedly pretended to be drunk.

I was afraid that Zhang Yong would ask the truth.

He came here quietly, of course he had something secret to do.

It would be terrible if Zhang Yong knew about it.

"Zhang, Captain Zhang, what are you doing here?" Song Wanchun asked.

"Oh, what else can I do? Just catch Japanese spies." Zhang Yong replied angrily, "I have been playing hide and seek with Japanese spies all day long, and I still can't sleep. It's such a hard life..."

"Then you work first, you work first." Song Wanchun said hurriedly, "I won't hinder you."

"I'll take you out." Zhang Yong was very enthusiastic.

"no, I'm fine."

"I want it. I want it."

Zhang Yong insisted on sending Song Wanchun out.

After all, I got more than a thousand oceans from the other party. It is appropriate to give him a gift.

Anyway, nothing happened. It was almost dawn.

No one should have arrived.

Sure enough, after sending Song Wanchun away, everything returned to calm.

Until dawn, no one came to deliver the stolen goods. It is estimated that there will be no more in the future. The thieves should have learned the news.

If there is any trouble, those three hands will react the fastest.

This grocery store has since been abandoned.

Zhang Yong then took the people back to the 026 logistics warehouse to eat, take a bath and sleep.

All other belongings were handed over to Shi Bingdao for cleaning. Only the golden Buddha was in his possession.

He brought the golden Buddha back to his room and placed it on the counter. He looked at it from left to right. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Then he hid it under the bed.

Wrap it up in silk and put it in a wooden box. Place thick pieces of cloth around it.

After a busy night last night, everyone was tired. Zhang Yong was also tired. As a result, he slept until about three o'clock in the afternoon. He woke up, stayed in bed, and had dinner.

Another day passed like this. I didn't bother to seize the time or anything.

There is so much time, so don’t hurry up. It doesn’t matter if you miss it.

Again, the world does not belong to Zhang Yong. Why should he be so active? Being too active may lead to death from overwork.

then……

sleep……

I woke up softly in the morning and realized something was wrong.

Top-heavy...

Feeling weak all over...

I'm swaying when I walk...

Oh, I have a cold. On strike. I want to rest. I want to take sick leave...

Touch your forehead. It feels a little cold.

Got a fever?

Well, it's serious. I have to rest this time.

I checked my personal space and wanted to get some cold medicine. I found that there was none. Only amoxicillin.

Finished...

There is no cold medicine. I can only take Chinese medicine.

He called Shi Bingdao and said he was sick.

Shi Bingdao sent for a doctor and prescribed Chinese medicine. It seemed to be Xiaobupleurum and the like. It was effective, but it was average...

one day……

Two days...

Three days...

Confused. Confused.

I always feel like I have no strength in my body. It’s like I had Yang in my previous life.

I saw the calendar by accident and didn't care.

February 26…

February 27…

If the historical trajectory does not change, what should happen should happen.

He happened to be watching from the sidelines, lying in bed and dawdling about.

Sick. Really no energy.

In the meantime, people came to visit one after another. Zhang Yong was in low spirits. He could barely say a word or two and then lost his energy.

February 28…

Finally feeling a little better.

I can basically get out of bed and walk around. My strength seems to have recovered a bit.

Count the time. Wow, it lasted five days! It was exactly the same as in the previous life. Fortunately, I didn’t have a high fever. Otherwise, my life would have been at risk.

More and more, I find that I don’t look like the protagonist.

How can other people's protagonists be so weak? One had to lie down with a cold for five days.
To be continued...