The patients home address, Zhao Zhu has a record, exists on his own computer, and also has a backup. For some patients with special circumstances or special backgrounds, Zhao Zhu will deliberately copy the information. Of course, this is against medical professional ethics, but Zhao Zhu is actually someone who takes ethics and principles very lightly. Although the family relationship network is relatively thick, after all, the patient he treated himself and his own relationship will also be reliable. He cant always rely on the familys energy to do things, building some of his own circle is also a win-win thing.

  Zhao Zhu made a phone call and had someone deliver a car in the morning, but it was just a Santana, an old one at that. At this point, however, Zhao Zhu clearly didnt care what kind of car he drove. In the face of life and death, everything else would naturally pale in comparison. When your very survival is at stake, who cares about putting on airs?

  It was Zhu Jianping who got on the car and looked very dissatisfied, muttering: "I said Zhao Dashao, dont play like this, you have several top sports cars in your garage, but you called this one? Are you afraid of stimulating our weak minds? In fact, its not necessary, the more luxurious the car you drive, the more excited I become, and the more it can stimulate my confidence and hope for life."

  "This isnt good enough?" Xiong Zhiqi sat in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt. He didnt care what car they were taking, after all, he had once escaped from the hospital with Zhao Zhu on a small electric tricycle.

  "You stupid fatso, what do you know? If my friend and I hadnt entered this horror web novel world, we would be complete losers at the bottom of society. But Zhao Dashi was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, his life level and ideas are from another world compared to us. I just want to experience that kind of life with Zhao Dashi." Zhu Jianping continued to chatter on.

  "Alright, I didnt think you still had such a strong resentment towards the wealthy." Zhao Zhu started the car.

  "Come on, what kind of person do you think I am? Havent you seen through me already? Im just an ordinary guy with a mediocre family background and a hint of inferiority complex. But then I suddenly gained some extraordinary power, which made my personality inflate..." Zhu Jianping hummed and wrapped his hands around his head, propping one leg up on the backrest of the seat.

  "You can think of these things, it means I want to see through you again, its hard." Zhao Zhu smiled and played a song in the car stereo, it was Lao Langs "Wrong Station", Lao Langs melancholic voice echoed in the carriage.

  Xiong Zhiqi couldnt help but hum along, this is actually a self-protection and repair mechanism after experiencing danger. Previously, he thought Zhao Zhu was going to buy groceries, Xiong Zhiqi was also willing to follow him together, obviously hoping to use this ordinary life behavior to soothe his own spiritual trauma that had just been experienced. This is an active posture of seeking spiritual healing, from which it can be seen that Xiong Zhiqi is not just a simple fat appearance, and he who seems to be a bit silly may not be so simple after all.

  The car drove out of the city and further and further away in the suburbs until it finally arrived at a small town.

  The village road is lined with one house after another, and in fact, whether its the building area or comfort level, building a house here to live in is far more spacious and comfortable than buying a small apartment in the city. However, most people still insist on squeezing into the city, perhaps this is just human nature, and most people have an instinct to move up step by step.

  However, the person Zhao Zhu was looking for was not an ordinary resident of the town. Zhao Zhu knew that this persons family had long since broken through the tens of millions, and had previously been in the antique business. In recent years, due to mental health issues, he had also washed his hands of it. Of course, Zhao Zhu was clear that the antique dealer was just a disguise for him, and his true identity was the leader of a tomb raiding gang. Over the years, who knows how many tombs they had robbed? Even when Zhao Zhu had performed hypnotherapy on him initially, he couldnt help but feel shocked by the scenes of those tombs in his memories. Listening to someone recount their personal experiences was even more thrilling than watching a tomb raid movie.

  "Alright, lets get off the car." The car stopped in front of a residential house. Zhao Zhu pulled out the car key and opened the door to get off first.

  Xiong Zhiqi followed down, Zhu Jianping didnt seem to want to come down, he was lying on the back seat playing with his phone, but Zhao Zhuang knocked on the car window glass at this time:

  "Get off the bus."

  "Cant you just let me rest?"

  "We need you to be the final performer."

  "Alright, Im here!" Zhu Jianping immediately put away his phone and got out of the car. "I say, Zhao Dashao, isnt this person your patient? You cant even be sure about him?"

  "He has experienced many tombs, and compared to us, he only lacks special strengthening, but in terms of experience, he may be richer than us. If it werent for the fact that someone happened to treat him back then, no one would have been able to discover his secret."

  "Alright, when the time comes, Ill stand by your side. If he dares to have any ideas, Ill help you take care of him." Indeed, such things are just a small matter for Zhu Jianping. If he wanted to, and really went crazy, the destruction it would cause to society would be astonishing.

  The door was a red iron gate. Zhao Zhuo went forward and patted the door with his hand, then waited for a while, but no one came to open the door, nor did anyone respond from inside.

  Zhao Zhu turned his head and looked at Zhu Jianping.

  Zhu Jianping pursed his lips and said, "An old guy is sitting on a chair about ten meters away from us, separated by the door. Hes already opened his eyes. Hmm, no, the old guys nose looks a bit strange. Hes caught our scent. Damn it, hes holding a gun! Shit, its really a gun, and it even has a silencer."

  Relying on his own spiritual power, even if there is a wall and an iron door in between, everything inside has actually fallen into Zhu Jianpings mind.

  At the words, Xiong Zhiqis hands turned a deep red color, and his skin also showed a faint blue color. Zhao Zhuo shook his head at Xiong Zhiqi and shouted:

  "Han Lao, its me, Zhao Zhu."

  "Haha, Dr. Zhao, I know its you, but the bloody smell on your body and that of your friends is really too strong. Never mind, old man like me has nothing to be afraid of. If it werent for you, Dr. Zhao, I would have gone completely mad."

  The lock on the gate was opened from inside, and a sixty-year-old man pushed open the door. The old mans hair was all white, but he looked vigorous and robust, especially his hands, which seemed to be exceptionally strong!

  "We can still smell the bloody smell on us, old man, your nose is not bad, its even more sensitive than a police dog." Zhu Jianping was not a person who respected the elderly and children, at this time he directly compared the old man in front of him to a dog.

  The old man didnt get angry either, he looked at Zhu Jianping and said:

  "Listen up, young man. Im going to give you some advice from an old codger like me. If you want to still be potent after thirty, youd better start holding back now. Otherwise, itll be hard to get any use out of those little blue pills later on. You young folks need to learn the value of slow and steady."

  Zhu Jianpings face immediately turned red, his fondness for women was well known to Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi, a typical case of "a man with a disease has a fondness for sex".