Chapter 61 What do you feed it?
Chang'an, Chenhui Building.
This is a three-story building. It doesn't look bright on the outside. The transparent reflective glass makes it inconspicuous among the many modern buildings in Chang'an. However, even the security guards were surprised that no one usually enters here. The only people who can enter are the beds or the doctors. However, starting today, more people have entered.
"What the hell is going on?" Several young people stood in front of the gate in confusion, looking at the front with great dissatisfaction: "Why can't we go in?!"
"This is an ancient monument unearthed in Chang'an City. Why not qualified to ask?" An old man in his fifties said anxiously, almost tapping the nose of the person in front of him: "I saw the entrance, it's a Qin tomb! Now that the entrance is open, the inside will face the danger of rapid weathering! We must do our best to rescue it!"
However, despite the loud noise, no one dared to take a step forward.
Because... in front of them were two rows of soldiers in camouflage uniforms.
"I'm very sorry." A thin middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of him with a serious expression. Although he apologized, his tone was not fluctuating at all: "Chenhui Building prohibits non-appointment visits. Professor Li can wait for a while. Once the Archaeological Bureau makes an appointment, we will open it immediately."
"You..." Professor Li was extremely anxious and pointed at the other person, unable to say a word.
The Archaeological Bureau is going crazy!
At noon today, he learned that an ancient tomb had appeared in Laolongkou. According to the photos and painted bricks at the door, it was an ancient tomb from the Qin Dynasty! He immediately took people to take a look. The interior of the tomb was well preserved and should be quite large. But after just a few glances, the site was completely closed!
And they are actually troops from the Central Theater Command!
As a visiting professor at the Archaeological Bureau, he immediately reported the matter to his superiors, but the only response he got was “I know.” He then reported the matter to the director, who replied that “he already knew about this.”
Do you know?!
If the tomb passage is dug up, the things inside will be in danger of losing color, breaking, etc., can you just tell me the truth? !
The Archaeological Bureau in Chang'an is different from other places. This is the ancient capital of 13 dynasties. The Archaeological Bureau in other cities may just be a name, and people don't even think about it. But here, the Archaeological Bureau has a very loud voice. Even the Tourism Bureau, the Propaganda Bureau, the Propaganda Department of Xijing Province, the Ministry of Culture, and the Ministry of Tourism have to seriously consider their opinions.
The one sitting here is a top expert in the country's archaeology. Even Yanjing can't compare to him. Professor Li is well-known in the entire Chinese archaeology and antique circles, but he didn't get an answer this time.
He contacted the archaeological team again, but without the order from above, the archaeological team would never go out at will. There was really no other way, so he used his connections and found out that the two people who came out at that time were sent here, so he brought several professors here together.
Even if they can't get in, they have to know what's inside!
The result...I still can't get in...
"Which unit are you from?" He asked angrily in a hurry. As soon as he finished speaking, the answer he got was the same: "No comment."
Zila - at this moment, there was a sound of car brakes outside the gate. A bright yellow Pagani stopped at the door and the door was quickly opened. Then, a beautiful woman who made people's eyes shine walked down.
She was about 23 or 24 years old, with neat short hair dyed pink, wearing a pair of big sunglasses, with white skin and lips like peach blossoms in spring, charming but not gaudy.
She had a diamond earring in her ear. She was wearing a knee-length black trench coat with a white turtleneck sweater underneath. A Tiffany necklace in the shape of a blooming peony was casually hung on her chest. She was holding a small Hermès handbag in her left hand, wearing a black short skirt with black lace and a pair of bright red high heels, and she walked over quickly.
She was like a plum blossom in full bloom in winter, cold and beautiful, and exuded an air of "keep away from strangers". She walked directly into the building, and the moment she walked into the building, the middle-aged doctor's eyes lit up and he immediately nodded and said, "Ms. Lin, you are here."
"Where is Mr. Jiang?" Miss Lin pushed up her glasses and asked casually in a voice as clear as a mountain spring.
"Ward 104."
"Is he disabled?"
"Mr. Jiang is in good health, just overworked. His back is seriously injured, but there are no serious problems elsewhere."
Miss Lin nodded and was about to walk in when she suddenly stopped and asked calmly, "Is it a male nurse or a female nurse who is taking care of him?"
The middle-aged doctor's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he intuitively felt that this question was very problematic. He paused before saying, "A few experienced nurses..."
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Miss Lin asked again, her voice slightly raised. The middle-aged doctor opened his mouth and whispered, "Female nurse..."
"Remove it." Miss Lin said without letting anyone refuse, and walked towards the hospital: "Where is the dressing room?"
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Ten minutes later, a beautiful woman in a nurse's uniform, sunglasses on her chest, and red high heels walked jingling in the internal corridor of the hospital.
The ground was so shiny that one could see through it. Her high heels felt like hitting piano keys. She walked without looking sideways. It was not a habit, but it was as if no one around her could catch her eye. The nurses and doctors along the way all quietly stepped aside and looked at this young lady in surprise. Until she stopped at the door of Ward 104.
She swiped a card and gently opened the door. It was quiet inside.
This is a single ward, but it is not the snow-white color of an ordinary hospital. Instead, it is like a home, with a simple Japanese style. On the wide bed in the middle, Jiang Xian is lying there with his eyes closed.
The head of the bed was already raised, about 20 degrees. There were flowers and fruits on the table. The woman carefully kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot on the cold floor tiles. She slowly walked to the bedside. Then, she gently extended her hand.
Her fingers stroked the lines of Jiang Xian's face, and when they reached his lips, she increased the pressure a little. Then, her slender fingers stroked his Adam's apple, hooked Jiang Xian's bed sheet, and tore off his clothes. Suddenly, powerful muscles appeared in front of her.
Her expression did not change at all, she just raised her eyebrows. Her fingers followed the middle seam of her chest muscles, all the way to her six-pack abs. Finally... they landed on her pants.
This time he didn't drop it, but gently outlined it. Suddenly he asked, "What have you fed it in a year?"
Jiang Xian closed his eyes and said nothing.
Miss Lin smiled slightly, then snapped her fingers vigorously. Jiang Xian shivered all over and tried to turn sideways, but Miss Lin grabbed his chin and said in a cold but gentle voice, "I'm asking you, what do you feed it?"
Jiang Xian opened his eyes helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Black-haired beauty?"
Before she finished her words, Miss Lin changed her fingers into grabs and pinched hard. Jiang Xian let out a strange cry, shrank his body and cried out in pain.
"Can you be a little more gentle?" He pulled up the quilt and said through gritted teeth, "I'm a wounded soldier! Do you understand what a wounded soldier is? How can you just strip a wounded soldier's clothes?!"
Miss Lin sat on the side of the bed, gently lifted her hair, and sneered, "What? You are allowed to take off my clothes? I can't take them off?"
Jiang Xian stopped talking. After a few seconds, he coughed lightly and said, "Didn't you drink too much that day? You know you are the favorite of those two old monsters. I would never dare to touch you even if I kill myself..."
Miss Lin smiled faintly, like a blooming night-blooming cereus at midnight, chilling to the bone, yet also alluring.
She didn't mind the sign of quitting smoking at all, she took out a lady's cigarette, popped the beads, took a light puff, pinched Jiang Xian's ear, and before he could cry out in pain, the orange-flavored smell of cigarette sprayed on his face like a layer of gauze.
"Don't talk nonsense. You provoked me first. What do you mean by running away after sleeping with me? Am I, Lin Ruoxue, not worthy of you? Or do you look down on me? Hmm?"
The last word "hmm" was full of meaning, and the sense of crisis made Jiang Xian laugh instinctively: "It's just a misunderstanding... It's all a misunderstanding. Who knew that a young lady like you would go to a bar?"
"I can't go to the bar?"
"No, I mean..."
"You can go to a bar to pick up girls, but I can't go to a bar to pick up guys?"
"I mean……"
“Don’t talk nonsense.” Lin Ruoxue pinched his mouth, making him pout. She flipped her body and rode on Jiang Xian’s waist like a top special forces soldier. She put her hands on his chest muscles and bent her body like a cat. Her hair fell on both sides of Jiang Xian’s head, forcing him to look at her: “You’ve been running for a year and a half, and you still haven’t learned to take responsibility?”
Jiang Xian felt his back was wet, and he pouted and said vaguely: "This... the responsibility is on both sides..."
"I would like to try to take my share of responsibility."
"… This… Actually, most of the responsibility lies with me…"
"So? How are you going to make it up to me?"
Their eyes met, Jiang Xian's eyes kept dodging. Lin Ruoxue sneered, straightened up, pinched Jiang Xian's chin with her hand, and rubbed his lips with her thumb: "Is it... that you have someone else in your heart?"
She suddenly smiled: "By the way, how can you be a frequent visitor to the bar only once? Tell me, who else?"
Jiang Xian blinked his eyes and tried frantically: "Actually... there is a little bit of Bai Yueguang..."
"It's okay." Lin Ruoxue put down his jaw and played with his ears instead: "Name?"
Jiang Xian frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple: "You are ready to..."
"You will never see her again." Lin Ruoxue smiled and said, "Remember, you are mine. If I don't agree, keep your belt. Otherwise... my grandfather will let you get familiar with the life of a eunuch in advance."
Jiang Xian was sweating profusely and struggled hard: "Actually... I like men."
Lin Ruoxue reached back and felt hard: "That's not what it says... Please be more careful when you make excuses next time."
She flipped her hair and jumped off Jiang Xian, saying with regret: "What a pity, I heard that your back was injured. Otherwise, I have to check today to see if you have cheated on me for more than a year... Is your waist injured?"
"…seriously injured, almost broken, the doctor said it can never be cured…"
"Ahem..." At this moment, two voices suddenly came from the door. Jiang Xian looked at the door as if he had seen a ghost. Lin Ruoxue was stunned, and the expression on her face instantly changed from aloof to cute. She turned around and rushed to the door: "Grandpa, Grandpa!"
At the door, two old men in black Tang suits were looking at Jiang Xian sinisterly. Even from such a distance, one could tell from their eyes: You piglet! How dare you take my cabbage!
