Chapter 58: Gao Fei Fell Ill!

  Gao Fei swore that when he was being chased by more than 30 local anti-government armed men in the Middle East back then, his running speed was not as fast as it is now.

  This time, he can be said to have performed beyond his level, becoming a real ghost, and it felt like just a blink of an eye, he ran out several kilometers - until the sound of bellows came from his lungs, he slowed down his pace, struggling to run to a tree in front, right hand supporting the trunk, left hand pressing on his knee, bending over, panting heavily like a fish jumping onto the shore.

  Sweat dripped down his forehead and splashed onto the grass beneath.

  After swallowing hard and spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Gao Fei covered his heart with his right hand, leaned against the tree trunk, and slowly slid to the ground. His legs stretched out straight, staring at the road he had come from, his eyes filled with a sense of horror that even he could detect.

  Just now, in this desperate sprint, Gao Fei crossed at least three roads, constantly changing direction without stopping. Even the most professional hunting dogs wouldn't be able to track his trail.

  Staring blankly in the direction he came from, he didn't know how long it had been, but anyway, Gao Fei felt that his sweat had started to turn cold before his chest slowly calmed down, and his brain began to spin rapidly again: That white thing, was it really a ghost?

  Are there really ghosts in this world?

  But if it's not a ghost, then what is it?

  What else can move as fast as ghosts?

  Thinking of the white ghostly figure pouncing on him several times, Gao Fei couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously touched his chin: just now when he was swinging his knife to stab, if he had been even a tenth of a second slower, that white ghostly figure would have likely grabbed his throat, or at the very least injured him.

  "Su Beishan, are you a ghost yourself? Otherwise, why is there such a ghostly thing in your room?"

  Gao Fei closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the scene when he met Su Beishan.

  Gao Fei can guarantee that Su Beishan, with whom he had a long conversation, is absolutely a living person, just like many rich people, elegant, confident, and also including the anxiety when encountering trouble.

  These are normal reactions of a normal person. If anyone dares to tell Gao Fei that Su Beishan is a ghost, Gao Fei will definitely slap him hard: What the hell are you talking about?

  But now, after just going through a thrilling escape, Gao Fei only wanted to give himself a slap in the face: if Su Beishan wasn't a ghost, then what was that white ghostly shadow just now?

  Gao Fei didn't understand and couldn't comprehend, but he finally came to realize one reality: Su Beishan was very mysterious, even Shen Yinbing might not know what that white ghostly figure was.

  If it were someone else instead of Gao Fei, they would have definitely died from a heart attack after what just happened, because it was too damn scary.

  He could fly high, and although he was also very afraid in his heart, it also triggered his curiosity: whether to assassinate Su Beishan or not, whether to take the $3 million or not, none of that mattered anymore.

  It's essential for him to figure out what that white ghostly shadow is.

  The night wind came, startling a night bird on the branch, which cried out several times before spreading its wings and flying away, adding a touch of eeriness to the warm night colors of southern Hebei.

  ……

  When Gao Fei opened his eyes, it was already past 9 o'clock in the morning.

  He was woken up by his mobile phone ringing.

  He opened his eyes and stared blankly for a while, then closed them again. Gao Fei only reached for his phone after that, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear, lazily asking, "Hello, who is this..."

  Gao Fei had just spoken these three words when he suddenly opened his eyes, because he heard his own voice, which was so hoarse and weak.

  "Hey Gao Fei, why haven't you come to work yet? Ah, I can tell from your voice that something's not quite right. Did you catch a cold?"

  "Have you caught a cold?"

  Gao Fei raised his hand and touched his forehead, and was suddenly startled: His forehead was scorching hot.

  Am I having a high fever?

  How could I possibly have a high fever?

  Gao Fei touched his own forehead, his eyes full of incredulity.

  From the day he enlisted, no matter how bad the weather was, even if he suddenly changed from a sauna to an icy snowy land, he would not get a fever.

  Because he was physically strong and immune to all poisons - that's impossible, but over the years, he had never had a high fever, that's for sure.

  Now he has a fever and his throat is getting hoarse from talking.

  Not hearing Gao Fei's response, Yan Hong asked again: "Gao Fei, speak up, what's wrong with you?"

  "Ah!"

  After letting out a long sigh, Gao Fei said: "What you said is right, I not only caught a cold but also have a fever."

  "Ah, then you'd better hurry up and go to the hospital. Oh, wait for me, I'll be right there, I'll accompany you to the hospital!"

  The red sound is filled with sincere concern and care.

  "It's okay, I'll go myself. It's just a fever, it's not like it's a serious symptom or anything. Alright, that's it, hang up."

  Before Yan Hong on the other end could say anything, Gao Fei hung up the phone and sat up in bed.

  "My god, I'm actually getting a fever, how strange."

  After rubbing his face vigorously with both hands, Gao Fei got out of bed and felt as if he was walking on clouds, his whole body feeling light and weak.

  Some dizzy and swollen, walked into the bathroom, after flushing, Gao Fei opened the cold water faucet, scooped up a handful of cold water just about to wash his face, but was startled again: who is that guy in the mirror on the faucet? Dark eye circles, pale complexion, pale lips, a realistic lost soul look.

  "Is this old me?"

  Gao Fei stared at the person in the mirror for a long time before realizing that the sickly ghost he was looking at was himself.

  "In just a few hours, I've become like this?"

  Gao Fei muttered to himself, lowered his head, and scooped up the cold water with both hands.

  A few minutes later, Gao Fei, who had finished his personal hygiene, walked into the guest room with a light step and sat down on the sofa with a plop, closing his eyes again.

  He had just closed his eyes when he got up again: "No, I can't sleep anymore, or else I'll collapse. What's wrong with the neighbor, how did I get so seriously ill?"

  Realizing that his fever was very severe, Gao Fei no longer dared to slack off and hastily put on his clothes, rushing out of the hotel room.

  ……

  At 2 pm, Shen Yinbing dialed Yan Hong's phone: "Deputy General Manager Yan, would you please call Gao Fei and ask him to come to my office?"

  When saying this sentence, Shen Yubing began to ponder: I must get that guy's phone number, otherwise every time I look for him, I still have to go through Yan Hong.

  Yan Hong hesitated for a moment on the other side: "Director Shen, I'm currently at the horse racing track in the southern mountainous area - if you have something to look for Gao Fei, you might need to go find him at Xiao Che Ban."

  After hearing Yan Hong's somewhat hesitant tone, Shen Yin's eyebrows furrowed and she said lightly: "How come, I see him, but still have to go find him personally. Who is he, with such a big attitude?"

  Yan Hong hastily explained: "Director Shen, Gao Fei is not being arrogant, he's sick."

  Shen Yin Bing was stunned: "What? He's ill?"

  Yan Hong replied, "Yes, he had a high fever, and it wouldn't subside. It was 38.9 degrees. When I went out earlier, I passed by the minibus station, and he was still sleeping there, drowsy."

  "Then why doesn't he go to the hospital and take a look?"

  "He's gone - he himself said he's already gone, seems like he took some medicine too, but it didn't have much effect."

  Yan Hong replied.

  "Oh, I see, you go ahead and take care of things first."

  Shen Yinbing nodded and hung up the phone, looking thoughtfully at the door and muttering to herself: "Hong Jie seems to care about Gao Fei a lot."

  ……

  Today is a great day for Old Wang's promotion, officially promoted to Deputy Director of Logistics Department.

  He had planned to invite his former colleagues to lunch at the staff canteen this noon, but Gao Fei was ill and lay sleeping on the sofa.

  Gao Fei is now considered an 'benefactor' by Old Wang. The benefactor is unwell and doesn't want to eat lunch, how can he have the nerve to go celebrate with others, that's too heartless...

  After finishing his work on hand, Old Wang walked into the small car class again.

  Xiao Lizi and others all politely greeted: "Wang Ke, come to see Gaoban again?"

  From being called Old Wang to being respectfully referred to as Mr. Wang, a difference of one word can bring about different feelings.

  With a proud smile, he waved to everyone and walked quickly to the sofa where Gao Fei was lying, put a thermos on the table, and said softly: "Gao Ban, wake up first."

  Actually, when everyone was greeting Old Wang, Gao Fei had already woken up from his daze, but he didn't want to open his eyes and only vaguely responded with a "Hmm, Old Wang is here."

  "Ah, I'm here! When I heard you were sick and didn't want to eat, I had my daughter make a pot of chicken soup for you. Hehe, she just brought it over and the soup is still hot. Get up and have something to eat first, so you can fight off the virus."

  As he spoke, Old Wang opened the thermos flask, and a mouth-watering aroma wafted out.

  Look at Old Wang's expression, could it be that he has taken a liking to Gao Ban and wants him to be his son-in-law?

  Xiao Li and others looked at each other for a moment, but no one said anything, continuing to read their own newspapers.

  Gao Fei finally opened his eyes, wrapped the coat on his body and said weakly: "Old Wang, thank you, I don't want to eat yet."

  Old Wang shook his head, concerned and scolding: "Hey, how can that be? After falling ill, not eating makes it even harder to bear. Get up, eat something first, then I'll take you to the hospital for a proper examination."

  "Cough, cough! Alright."

  Gao Fei coughed twice and sat up from the sofa.

  He had just sat up when another violent fit of coughing shook him.

  When he had almost finished coughing, Old Wang handed him a tissue in time.

  Gao Fei took the tissue and casually wiped his mouth, smiling as he was about to thank him, but suddenly froze: there was blood on the tissue.

  He just had a violent coughing fit and actually coughed up blood!

  Bright red blood, stuck on a white handkerchief, looks exceptionally eye-catching.

  Lao Wang's face changed, and just as he was about to say something, Gao Fei crumpled up the tissue into a ball and panted without lifting his head: "Lao Wang, you... let everyone go out first, I want to calm down for a bit."

  Coughing up blood, especially when a high fever persists, what does this mean?

  Anyone with a little medical knowledge may think of some terrifying diseases, such as tuberculosis or the recent outbreak of H7N9.

  Especially the latter, it's even more terrifying!