Chapter 6: Young Master, Take the Medicine

Shi Ting noticed that Qi Can looked very strange since he walked out of the clinic.

He lowered his eyes, half-closed them, and looked a little gloomy with the faint blue color under his eyes.

He didn't collapse, and it seemed that his condition was not that serious.

But Qi Can's expression was very complicated, as if he doubted his life but couldn't doubt himself. He wanted to doubt others but couldn't grasp them, and finally turned into a cold nothingness.

Shi Ting touched his chin and made a comment in his heart:

——"Withered?"

Qi Can opened his eyes instantly.

His pupils were dark, like the deep sea brewing a storm, with hidden anger.

What are these words?

Could he have thought this himself?

Bai Liyan thought that Young Master Qi was unhappy because he saw his own sister sneaking in. Just now, Bai Baoyuan was dancing and clapping beside Shi Ting. He didn't know what he wanted to do to the little girl. Bai Liyan was immediately overwhelmed. He knew that the most taboo thing for Qi Dashao to treat was to make noise.

Bai Liyan hurriedly apologized in a low voice, "Children are ignorant, please don't mind."

Qi Can closed his eyes, "It's okay."

He still couldn't be sure whether it was Shi Ting's voice or the voice in his heart, but no matter which case, their mentality had better be healthier.

Although his own mentality was not sunny, at least his mental state was good.

And Shi Ting, the little mute... maybe he was so twisted because he had been holding it in for too long after losing his voice. It wouldn't hurt to get in touch with people of the same age. Just now, I saw the two of them talking happily.

"By the way, what does your sister do?" Qi Can asked casually.

"Oh, she's a rapper." Doctor Bai smiled bitterly.

Qi Can: "?"

"I'll take her away right now," Bai Liyan sighed as he lifted up Bai Baoyuan, "Can you be like Shi Ting, a little girl, quiet and gentle?"

Shi Ting shyly lowered her head and waved her hands. The quiet little girl was thinking heartbrokenly:

--"What's wrong with her being like this! What's wrong with her! I also want to become a noisy person, who understands? Who understands?"

Qi Can had no expression on his face.

He didn't want to understand.

Bai Baoyuan reluctantly reached out to Shi Ting, "Remember, this is your Yuanbao aka Bai Se Zhan..." Before he finished speaking, he was taken away by Doctor Bai. Shi Ting also looked reluctant to say goodbye, and finally sighed sadly.

--"Well, let's practice it."

Qi Can: "?" Practice what.

After Bai Se Zhan Lang's enthusiastic teaching, Shi Ting knew that rap must have rhyme and rhythm. With a flow in the heart, you can talk anytime and anywhere, which can be called the method of counting the inner voice in water sentences. Shi Ting thought that after all, she was also an artist, and singing and painting had the same origin. She was good at painting, and she might also have talent in this matter.

——"Ahem. Medicine, medicine, medicine, medicine, check it, check it."

She took medicine in her heart for a long time but nothing came out.

Assistant Shen came out with the medicine.

The doctor said, twice a day, a course of treatment for seven days! He kept it in mind.

"President, Madam, the car is ready, and the area within a radius of ten miles has been checked. There will be no privacy leakage. We can go back."

Qi Can said "um", and finally couldn't bear it anymore and looked at Shi Ting who was taking medicine in his heart, and said with a gloomy face, "Behave yourself."

Shi Ting looked innocent, and Assistant Shen also felt puzzled.

——"What's wrong with you? Did I recruit you?"

——"Tell me to be content, why am I not content? I think you are the one who will be content only if you hang yourself on the wall! Shit man!"

Qi Can clenched his fists.

——"Shit, I'm feeling it."

Assistant Shen thought of what Dr. Bai had just said. The president is now suffering from a serious paranoia and will hear some voices that they can't hear. He was very worried. What kind of voice would it be? It's a pity that he can't hear it and can't share the president's worries.

——"Mr. Qi, your penis is small. Others bind their feet but you bind your brain!"

Assistant Shen: "President, how do you feel now?"

Qi Can said angrily: "I'm fine!"

Everything is very good!

…

On the way home.

Shi Ting made great progress and successfully accumulated a thousand sentences.

Look at the progress in the upper right corner. The speed of accumulating voices is not slow now, but there is still a distance from 100,000, and it is even farther from 1 million, 10 million, and 100 million.

It means that she is still conservative now, and still considers logic.

Why should we be conservative in our heart? Is it necessary? Absolutely not!

Logic was also eaten by Qi Can.

--"Qi Da Shao, two legs, five eyes, six mouths, three arms, seven stomachs, elephant trunk spraying water wildly..."

--"Qi Can Can, miserable, lying on the board after taking the medicine."

--"..."

When getting off the car, the president's face was ashen.

What kind of creature is he?

Dozens of black-clad bodyguards stood in a line, waiting for the president.

However, at the age of 25, the brilliant life of Qi Da Shao was denied by modern medicine and anthropology.

The president had no expression on his face, walked briskly, and didn't even want to look at Shi Ting.

Shi Ting seemed to be chasing him like a young wife.

In Qi Can's ears, it seemed that there was a ghost chasing him. "..."

After entering the main building, Qi Can went straight to the built-in study.

He had wasted too much time because of the sudden situation of the little mute. As the president of Qi Group, his daily schedule was calculated in minutes and seconds. There were countless documents that he needed to review and approve in the group.

Shi Ting expressed his heartache for his fiancé with his dark-colored pupils. When he had almost done it, he left without any expression or psychological burden.

Qi Can went up to the top floor and sat in the familiar leather boss chair before he finally closed his eyes.

After the marriage was completed, he was invited to meet with major companies. Those who wanted to meet him for cooperation were scheduled for the next month, and there was also the most important board of directors' agenda next week.

His numb brain had learned to block some interference. Now no matter whose voice he heard, it was not as important as the board of directors. They still had a lot of preliminary preparations to do.

Qi Can thought of Shi Ting's figure, raised his finger, and called another assistant.

"Go to her home in the mountains," Qi Can's narrow eyes flashed a dark light, "check if anyone has heard her voice."

The assistant was puzzled, but did not dare to question any instructions from Young Master Qi.

"Audio, video, both are fine," Qi Can's brows were cold, "... Be careful not to be discovered."

"Yes! Young Master."

You can't verify her voice, right?

Qi Can wanted to see whether the voice in his head was hers or his own imagination.

If it was really Shi Ting...

Ha.

He smiled sinisterly.

"Okay, go."

The president leaned back in the leather chair in the office and looked at the computer screen again, his brows turning into the familiar cold and sharp.

"Okay."

"Start reporting."

...

Shi Ting returned to the room and saw that his grandmother had replied to the message on his phone.

It was a long voice message. Shi Ting sent her the paintings she had drawn a few days ago in the morning. This was a habit she had since she was a child. She would show her paintings to her grandmother as soon as she finished them. Grandma might have just finished her farm work. She was pressing the scratched screen of her mobile phone with her muddy hands.

"Stinky girl, you don't have a single phone call. You don't know how to make a video call like others. You just send messages and send money all day long? Who do you think your grandmother is?!"

Shi Ting felt relieved when she heard that her grandmother was still full of energy despite her complaints.

She smiled and typed out several messages. She comforted the old lady with words, and then touched her voiceless throat.

Although her grandmother looked capable, she actually had a lot of illnesses in her early years and could not stand stimulation. Wait for her... She will definitely be able to go back to see her intact!

The progress in the upper right corner of Shi Ting's vision is [40102/100000000].

This is not slow in terms of time, but she also felt the hugeness of the 100 million task. I have to push through 100,000 sentences as soon as possible, after all, there are still one million or ten million sentences waiting behind.

Even though Shi Ting is a person with a rich inner world and is talking to herself all the time, it still requires some other efforts and other emotions to speed up.

…It seems that I still have to integrate into the plot.

General policy: find quarrels, find materials, and find plots. Welcome all idiots and mobilize personal emotions.

After all, although Qi Can, a psychopath, is annoying, it must be said that when she is next to him, her voice is the most active and richest.

Just thinking about it, someone handed her a pillow.

Another message popped up on Shi Ting's phone. She closed her grandmother's dialog box and clicked it to see.

Shi Jingjing: Sister, did the last engagement ceremony affect you and Young Master Qi? You are such a fool. Even if Young Master Qi has no feelings for you, you should still work harder for our Shi family.

Shi Jingjing: Young Master Qi will attend the important board meeting of Qi Group in two days. You may not know this news~ This is a chance for our Shi family to be proud. Sister, don't miss it!

Shi Jingjing was sitting among the sisters drinking afternoon tea. Thinking of the next arrangement, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Although she was a little impatient and aggressive last time, which made Young Master Qi unhappy, but Young Master Qi must have noticed the clues. Can Shi Ting still pretend to be cold and elegant and not speak for the rest of his life?

Her parents didn't let her tell others that Shi Ting was a mute, so she helped Shi Ting and confessed herself~

Qi's board meeting, as Young Master Qi's first appearance after the engagement ceremony, naturally attracted much attention. This will be a killer!

If Young Master Qi had not brought Shi Ting to the event and had no intention of letting his fiancée show up, Shi Ting would naturally become a joke in the entire wealthy circle;

If Young Master Qi had really brought Shi Ting to the event, she would have prepared an experienced team of reporters for her mute sister!

Each of them would have brought their own weapons, and the microphone would be directly handed to Shi Ting's mouth, so she couldn't help but speak.

Just wait for her to expose the fact that she was mute and let Young Master Qi find out! By then, Young Master Qi and even the entire A City would know that Shi Ting was not worthy of this marriage.

Shi Jingjing looked down at the volcano on Shi Ting's avatar, and she wanted to erupt and talk, right?

She would help her say more this time~

Shi Ting looked at the chat dialog box with a question mark on her face. It turned out that her sister added her?

They hadn't had a single conversation in the past few years.

Fine, okay.

But Shi Jingjing did remind her of the next plot.

The agenda of this board of directors was indeed somewhat related to him, because Shi Ting actually did not expect that her paintings would be acquired by Qi in the future.

In addition to the fact that Qi Can needed quiet due to his neurasthenia, there was another very important reason for the marriage cooperation between Qi and Shi. Qi's next major real estate development project would be invested and built in the mountainous area of ​​Province B, which was a major project in cooperation with the local government. The geology there was special. Shi Yan, the eldest son of the Shi family, was a geologist who studied in Germany, and his major professional direction was exactly what Qi needed.

And that mountainous area was also very familiar to Shi Ting - that was where she was picked up by her grandmother and lived for ten years.

Shi Ting witnessed all kinds of life and colors in the mountains. From using simple oil pastels at first, to starting to use oil paints on a drawing board, and then being taught and instructed by a big man who came to the mountain valley to sketch, she never really painted life - until she lost her voice.

Her paintings became her only outlet for speaking, and began to burst out with real brilliance. The best one, "Volcano", was bought by a female collector many years ago and flowed overseas, which received a lot of response, but the domestic public was not aware of it.

After Qi's real estate development was put into operation, a large number of calligraphy and painting works that matched the design style of this batch of real estate were purchased for interior decoration. Among them, Shi Ting's paintings were almost all selected, becoming a major publicity feature of this batch of real estate.

But no one knew that those were countless quiet nights from a little mute. Later, she was killed in revenge as a scapegoat, and she had no chance to witness it with her own eyes!

Haha fuck ^^

Painting, she will paint a lot!

This time, she will earn the money of Qi Can's dog!

Shi Ting lay down with the drawing board, she will wait for the night to fall.

When painting, her voice will unconsciously increase, she is unrestrained and has no boundaries, as if she is in a world of colors, like flowing clouds, like a grass, like an ant on a blade of grass.

She likes this feeling of freedom.

Later, the outside world's evaluation of her paintings was:

Speak with the pen!

Deafening!

…

Late at night.

Qi Can held three video conferences in a row, signed several documents, and finally read two financial reports of dozens of pages.

He kneaded his eyebrows and took off his low-frequency headphones.

Assistant Shen, who was waiting on the side, came forward with warm water and pills.

"Young Master, it's time to take medicine."

Qi Can: "..."

He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say it in the end.

He took the water cup and swallowed the pills.

This is the nerve-relieving drug prescribed by Bai Liyan this time, twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, a course of treatment for seven days, let's see the effect first.

After taking the medicine, Qi Can closed his eyes and thought.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes again.

Wait, he didn't hear any sound for a long time just now?

He didn't hear anything before he took the medicine.

Slowly, Qi Can laughed coldly, like an eagle awakening in the dark night.

Sure enough, his work was extremely complicated, with a lot of data and analysis. When he was immersed in his work, he could not hear the voice of the little mute at all.

In the final analysis, Qi Can believed in his spiritual strength.

He has always been a man with willpower to come out of the trauma of that year.

…

Until the second half of the night.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Qi Can opened his eagle-like eyes again.

--"Grass, grass, grass, I'm a grass"

--"Hey, fly, I climb, rub, rub!"

--"Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle"

A voice was like a brush in his ear, as if someone was urinating and defecating everywhere in his spiritual world. Qi Can looked at the ceiling in the dark, and at this moment he had great doubts about the world.

No.

Is she sick?

Who is the psychopath?