Just then, a bespectacled man in a black suit hurried over, pushed aside the two people standing at the door, went inside, saw that the ward was empty, and then went to check the bathroom. "Where is the young master?!"
Li Xiaowen shook her head. "We just arrived."
Huo Cifeng casually placed the fruit basket on the bedside table and prepared to leave.
But before they even reached the door, two more bodyguards came in. " Assistant Chang, the young master ran away after getting a cast and a fever-reducing injection!"
The Assistant Chang's face darkened. "Go, go to Phoenix Mountain to look for him! Drag him back if you can!"
Huo Cifeng:?
It must be said that humans are sometimes just curious creatures.
It was only six o'clock, and the sky was still bright. After adding Li Xiaowen on WeChat, he told Li Xiaowen to take a taxi home and let him know when she arrived at school safely.
He followed the Zhang Family bodyguards' car, but the further they drove, the more difficult the road became.
As they prepared to drive onto the muddy mountain road, Huo Cifeng subconsciously frowned.
" Uncle Yang, call someone to bring an SUV over, but don't tell Dad."
Looking at the young master's unquestionable attitude in the rearview mirror, Uncle Yang finally took out his phone and called the nearest colleague with an SUV to come and switch cars.
Clearly, the Zhang Family's car had been lost, but Huo Cifeng caught the key phrase: Phoenix Mountain.
What was Zhang Ze doing up the mountain with a cast on his arm?
Huo Cifeng his inner turmoil and found that he had stopped spitting blood when he was upset lately.
He began to wonder why he had come along in the first place.
More than an hour later
Dusk had fallen.
When they came across a small shop in a village by the roadside, Uncle Yang stopped to see if they sold flashlights.
Luckily, I managed to buy three old-fashioned flashlights. The beams emitted a small field of vision, but they were barely usable.
Huo Cifeng looked at his phone; it was a call from the butler, "I'm out. I'll be home later."
The butler's hoarse, middle-aged voice sounded slightly worried, "Young Master, you need to take good care of your health. Also, your phone has a GPS tracker; don't let the master worry."
Huo Cifeng gripped his phone tightly, almost wanting to throw it away. "I understand. Tell my father for me not to worry, I'm feeling pretty good lately. Doesn't he know that from the monitoring data?"
The butler remained silent. He knew this was a forbidden topic between the master and the young master, especially since the young master had nearly died during the chip implantation.
Half an hour later
Huo Cifeng asked Uncle Yang to inquire with the residents at the foot of Phoenix Mountain if anything strange had happened on the mountain.
Uncle Yang parked the car and went out for a while. He learned that someone had recently contracted Phoenix Mountain, and some villagers had seen them looking for something.
After all these years, the villagers must know there's no treasure on the mountain, because when they were planting trees, they walked all over the same area. So they don't care what the people on the mountain are doing.
He tried to figure out what this madman Zhang Ze was doing, but ultimately couldn't, since Zhang Ze's thought process was just different from ordinary people.
Logically, Zhang Ze shouldn't have had time to bother him, so he should be happy.
Anyway, he was just curious, not out of concern.
Why go up the mountain for things like getting a cast or having a fever? What treasures are hidden there?
This guy might be possessed by a ghost...
Wait, could it be related to the god he dreamed about a few days ago?
Impossible, right?
The more Huo Cifeng thought about it, the more complicated it became. He decided to grab Zhang Ze and get to the bottom of it.
Uncle Yang saw a dark cloud hanging over his young master's face. He could only act as a bodyguard; if anything happened to the young master, he would be the first to suffer.
Because the roads were muddy and there was only one road to Phoenix Mountain, it was easy to find the Zhang Family's jeeps that had been lost by following the tire tracks.
Tents were pitched near the vehicle, and the lights were very bright.
At the foot of the mountain, on a slightly higher slope, there were tents that looked like they had been camped out for a while.
Huo Cifeng frowned, looking at the mud and grass. Wearing slightly tight white sneakers, he jumped onto the grass, slipping and stumbling because of the wet grass.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ze witnessed this scene.
Huo Cifeng's expression nearly cracked.
What reason could he possibly give for being here?
At this moment, Zhang Ze was being carried by several people, feeling dizzy and mute.
He made two "ah ah" sounds, and the bodyguard, not understanding what he was saying, moved him to the front of the tent and put him on a deck chair.
Zhang Ze felt his breath was warm, and he thought he saw an angel! Feeling listless, he thought he was dreaming, and his heavy eyelids finally closed.
About ten meters away, Huo Cifeng held a flashlight, illuminating the path beneath his feet, while taking the long umbrella that Uncle Yang handed him to support himself and prevent slipping.
The distance of just over ten meters put Huo Cifeng through a tremendous mental test; he had truly never been to such a place before.
When they stood in front of Zhang Ze.
The Zhang Family's bodyguards looked at the student who had appeared out of nowhere with suspicion.
The bodyguard asked, "Who are you?"
"His classmate Huo Cifeng."
Another bodyguard slapped his forehead. "You must be Schoolmate Huo! Our young master used to talk about you every day, but he recently lost his voice and can't speak anymore, so we haven't heard your name since."
Huo Cifeng hummed in agreement, walked to Zhang Ze's side, and reached out his cold hand to feel Zhang Ze's burning forehead. "His fever hasn't gone down yet. Did he take his medicine?"
The burly bodyguards all paused for a moment, stunned.
One of the bald men said, "We were so focused on getting here and dragging the young master down the mountain that we completely forgot about this."
Huo Cifeng: "What's he doing up the mountain?"
The bodyguards exchanged glances, and finally the bald man spoke up, "The young master said to find something that only he can see, and no one else can."
This has been going on for 18 days, and the young master still hasn't been found.
The young master was very stubborn, saying he had to find it. For the past 18 days, he slept only four hours a day and searched day and night with a flashlight.
Once, he was so exhausted that he rolled down about ten meters halfway down the mountain. If it weren't for the haystacks left by the villagers, he would have been seriously injured if he had hit some rocks or trees. Because of this incident, the young master fractured his shinbone.
Even so, the young master still refused to have a cast put on.
"If the young master hadn't had a fever yesterday, this cast definitely wouldn't have been able to be put on."
Huo Cifeng: "..." Burning for two days? And still coming? He never knew Zhang Ze could be this stubborn.
Looking for something?
What exactly are they looking for?
Also, aren't recent events a bit too strange?
Ever since he dreamed of the guy who claimed to be a god, his health has not only improved, but he has also grown taller.
But he did not make a deal with God.
Could it be that God went to find Zhang Ze? It's not impossible.
Huo Cifeng frowned, looking seriously at Zhang Ze looked as listless as a sick puppy.
Because of the fever, Zhang Ze's face was flushed, and his hair was messy and looked like weeds because he hadn't taken care of it.
He unconsciously pinched that infuriating face, his voice cold and deep. "While he's still unconscious, take him back to the hospital. I'll go with you."
The bodyguards had the same idea. Now that their young master's favorite classmate was going along, it was naturally the best thing. Maybe it could even keep their rebellious young master in check!
With tears in their eyes, they bowed to him and said in unison, grateful and invigorated, "Thank you for your Schoolmate Huo!"
Huo Cifeng: "..."
He wondered, did he owe Zhang Ze anything in his past life?
Is it something I owed from a past life?