1016: C1016 Seeking Medical Advice

C1016 Seeking Medical Advice

The moment Zhou Yi stuck his head out, he saw Mo Qingcheng, who came back to retrieve the information.

"Why did you come back?" Zhou Yi was surprised.

"I'm fine, come back for some information. Accompany me to the company later. President Zhao from F City came earlier and said that he wanted you to help a friend look after his illness." Mo Qingcheng said as she walked into the villa.

Zhou Yi looked at the gradually disappearing Maybach and could only sigh before turning back.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yi and Mo Qingcheng arrived at the company.

President Zhao, who had already arrived, was in his office looking at some documents.

"Hello!" Seeing Zhou Yi, President Zhao quickly shook hands with Zhou Yi with a very respectful attitude.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly.

If it wasn't because of Mo Qingcheng's words, he wouldn't have treated President Zhao's friend like an invalid, and Mo Qingcheng only treated him because of the cooperation between the two families.

The President Zhao in front of them was not the President Zhao they had always been working with. The two companies had been working together for more than ten years, and Zhao had always been there.

His son was always more tactful in his affairs than Zhao. In other words, he was even more cunning than his father.

Zhou Yi didn't like those people who had too many bent sides. It was just because of Mo Qingcheng's face that he was reluctant to do so.

President Zhao was not discouraged when he saw Zhou Yi's indifferent expression. He kept his good-natured face as he flattered Zhou Yi, "I've always heard my father say that Mr. Zhou is lucky to see him again in my third life."

Zhou Yi raised his head and glanced at Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng knew Zhou Yi was getting impatient, so she smiled and answered, "President Zhao, why don't you tell Brother Yi about your friend's illness and see if there's any good treatment plan for him."

President Zhao immediately smiled and said, "That's right, I'll tell Mr. Zhou now!"

Then he began to talk about his friend's illness.

His friend's parents were old Lai-zi, and he was almost fifty when he finally got hold of his son, so they were especially cherished. That would be too terrifying if it was in his mouth or in his hands, and his friend had grown up in a honeypot.

However, he had a problem. Although it was congenital, it could be because his mother's age greatly affected him. When he was about ten years old, he almost lost his life because of this disease.

The reason was that he had a heart problem.

This problem was a little strange. No matter how hard he checked, he wouldn't be able to find anything wrong with it. However, when he was ten years old, he really almost died from heartache.

His parents led him around the country and abroad, but they couldn't find anything wrong with it. No matter what kind of instrument he used, his heart was still healthy.

When he was ten years old, his parents doted on him even more. Even if he were a star in the sky, it would still hurt to blow him up.

Fortunately, there were no problems in the next ten years.

But just two days ago, he was sick again.

This time, it wasn't hysteria that was in pain, but he was on the verge of collapse.

He would spend twenty-four hours a day. Aside from sleeping at night, he would suffer pain for about ten minutes every other hour. Every time the pain passed, his body would feel as if it had been washed clean.

Since there was no result from asking around, President Zhao suddenly thought of Zhou Yi, so he wanted to ask Mo Qingcheng if she could show her face to his friends. If she could, then her friends could also come over.

As he said that, his gaze fell on Zhou Yi.

If Zhou Yi said he didn't want to go, then Mo Qingcheng couldn't force him to go.

To tell the truth, President Zhao was nervous. Although it was his first time seeing Zhou Yi, he had heard from his father that Zhou Yi was difficult to get close to and that Zhao had never seen any expression on Zhou Yi's face, even though he had seen him several times before. It was cold.0

If it wasn't for his friend having a good relationship with him, he wouldn't have come to bother him. If he was rejected, President Zhao wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

However, hearing about this illness, Zhou Yi's curiosity was piqued.

He had a guess in his mind, so he wanted to see if he guessed right. He looked at President Zhao and said faintly, "There's no need to trouble him. I'll go and see him."

President Zhao was stunned for a moment. He was prepared to be rejected, but he didn't expect Zhou Yi to agree so readily. It made him at a loss as to what to say.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows, "What? Can't do it?"

He wanted to rush to the front and shake hands with Zhou Yi, but when he saw Zhou Yi's expression, he immediately retracted his foot and bowed towards Zhou Yi, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou!"

On the contrary, Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment. He did not realize that President Zhao and his friend had a good relationship.

Since Zhou Yi agreed, President Zhao contacted someone and sent Zhou Yi to his friend's home on a private plane.

"Mr. Zhou, please!" President Zhao was very familiar with the route. He brought Zhou Yi off the plane and headed straight for a villa not far away.

The Feng Shui around here was fine, the spirit energy didn't show any signs of corrosion. Plus, with Zhou Yi's ability, if there was anyone sick inside the house, Zhou Yi could see the disease surrounding the house, but this mansion didn't.

Zhou Yi felt that his suspicions were true.

Two minutes later, Zhou Yi and President Zhao arrived in front of the villa. President Zhao knocked on the door and said, "Mild, are you there? Open the door. I've invited the Godly Doctor for you!"

Zhou Yi smiled silently. Godly Doctor? It was of a lower grade!

Then came the sound of footsteps and the sound of things falling to the floor.

A trace of anxiety appeared on President Zhao's face. He shouted towards the door, "Just sit there and rest for a while. We, we're not in a hurry to get in!"

When he finished, President Zhao felt that what he said was not good. He turned around and glanced at Zhou Yi embarrassedly.

Zhou Yi glanced at him and didn't seem to care much.

The door of the mansion opened a minute later. Zhou Yi glanced over and saw a young man in his mid-twenties opened the door. His face was pale and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.

His eyes, in particular, were lifeless. He could tell with a single glance that he had been tormented by illness and had long since lost his focus.

After opening the door and taking a look, he confirmed that it was his childhood friend. Then, he turned around and entered the room with a warm young man.

President Zhao, who was behind him, could not hold it in any longer. He turned around and said to Zhou Yi: "Please!"

Then, before Zhou Yi could take a step forward, he had already run in and supported his friend, who was on the verge of collapse due to his heartache.

Zhou Yi didn't mind and followed them into the mansion. What he was more curious about was what exactly was the illness of President Zhao's friend.

Thus, he turned his hand and closed the door to the villa. He immediately dashed forward and supported the arm of the youth called He Wen …

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