I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 778 - 444: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 3)
Chapter 778 -444: Who Has Been Spared by Heaven! (Part 3)
Zheng Bo’s face was exceptionally pale. Although his blood pressure had already come down, he still needed to take his medication as soon as possible.
He got out of bed to look for his slippers but couldn’t find them. He put on his socks first, changed into a clean set of underwear, and then finally found the same pair of wet slippers in the bathroom.
When he opened the door of his bedroom, he found that the lock was still latched from the inside. Now his mind was in a fog, unsure whether the encounter from the night before had been a hallucination or a dream.
But if it had been a dream, how could his slippers still be in the bathroom?
However, Zheng Bo noticed that there were no signs of the two severed fingers he’d seen on the bedroom floor the night before.
He forced his aching body to stand, poured himself a glass of warm water, took a dose of antihypertensive medicine, and then sat down on the living room sofa to call the housekeeper he usually employed.
About half an hour later, the housekeeper auntie rushed over. Since Zheng Bo had always paid her promptly and was a pleasant person to work for, the auntie was very attentive.
When she arrived, she even brought him a bowl of hot porridge and a steamer of soup-filled buns. Zheng Bo sipped some hot porridge and nibbled on a couple of buns before he couldn’t eat anymore, and he handed the housekeeper some money.
“Zou, could you please go out and buy me some cold medicine? I’m aching all over, I don’t have the energy, and I feel a bit dizzy. I’m sorry to trouble you.”
The housekeeper, called Zou, who was in the middle of changing the bed linens, took the money with concern, “Mr. Zheng, you don’t look well, perhaps you should go to the hospital to get checked out.”
She had discovered during the bed linen change that Zheng Bo had wet the bed last night and was kindly reminding him.
Zheng Bo shook his head but didn’t respond.
People of that age can be quite stubborn, so Zou didn’t say anything further, promptly went downstairs to buy the medicine, and brought it back for Zheng Bo to take.
After taking the medicine, Zheng Bo half-reclined on the couch, watching Zou bustling about, cleaning the bedroom, washing clothes and the bed sheets, and then hanging them out to dry.
By noon, Zheng Bo handed Zou some more money for her to go down and get something to eat.
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After lunch, Zou brought him back a bowl of beef noodles, but Zheng Bo still had no appetite and only ate a few bites before putting it down.
Watching the clock for the next round of medication, Zou prepared the afternoon antihypertensive and cold medicines for him before finally leaving.
Zheng Bo had been lying on the sofa for half a day. After taking the medicine, a layer of sweat had broken out on his body, and he felt a slight relief. Slowly sitting up, his eyes turned towards the direction of the balcony and the office building across from it, marked with “Ririshun Trading Company.”
A moment later, glancing at the time, it was already half past two in the afternoon.
Flipping off the thick blanket Zou had placed over him, he returned to the bedroom to dress, then went to the bathroom for another look, where everything was normal.
He then went to his wardrobe and opened the door.
The wardrobe door, which was completely intact, opened smoothly without any hesitation. He took out a jacket he seldom wore and found the keys in the pocket.
After a moment’s thought, he took the keys out of the pocket and put them into the pocket of the clothes he was currently wearing, just to be safe.
As he did these things, the images of what he had experienced the previous night occasionally flashed through his mind. The terror felt so real that Zheng Bo couldn’t believe it was just a dream or a hallucination.
He knew that something had definitely gone wrong, and the very thing he feared most had indeed started to happen since last night.
Back in the living room, after putting on his shoes at the door, Zheng Bo felt for the keys and his cell phone in his pocket before locking the door and leaving.
He didn’t go far, just crossed the street to reach the Ririshun Trading Company on the other side.
At the entrance, a security guard stopped him.
“Who are you looking for?”
Zheng Bo said, “I’m looking for an Exorcist.”
The security guard, taken aback, held out a hand to stop him, “To find an Exorcist, dial 4747. This is a trading company; there is no Exorcist here.”
