On the other side, Yuan Zhou went straight to the pharmacy after leaving the restaurant.
"Please give me some cold medicine," said Yuan Zhou.
"Cold medicine? What are the symptoms? Does he have a fever? Does he cough or not? Does he cough with phlegm? "The pharmacy owner asked," Is he dizzy or has a sore throat? "
While speaking, the pharmacy owner looked at Yuan Zhou. Apparently, he thought that it was Yuan Zhou who was sick.
"It's not me who is sick," said Yuan Zhou.
"What are the symptoms of those who are sick?" the pharmacy owner asked again.
"I'm not sure about the specific symptoms, but it's definitely weakness in his hands and feet. It's so serious that he can't even get out of bed and walk," said Yuan Zhou.
"That's a high fever. You'd better go to the hospital and see a doctor. Maybe you need a transfusion or an injection," suggested the pharmacy owner seriously.
"Okay, thank you. But give me some medicine first. I'll see a doctor after I take it," said Yuan Zhou.
The pharmacy owner nodded and then prescribed several packets of medicine. After telling him the dosage and dosage, Yuan Zhou paid and went straight to Wuhai's house.
Wuhai's room was on the second floor opposite to the Yuanzhou shop. There were two rooms on this floor. He directly opened the door, leaving only the necessary load-bearing pillar in the middle. Most importantly, the room was usually not locked. Of course, that was to make it faster when he went downstairs to line up.
It was no exception this time. The door was unlatched, leaving a small gap.
Through the gap, he could see the drawings all over the room.
He hadn't heard that Wuhai had any painting assignments recently. Although inspiration was very sudden, Wuhai would almost always go to the restaurant before he started painting.
"Peng Peng", Yuan Zhou raised his hand and knocked on the door seriously.
After that, Yuan Zhou stood at the door for quite a while, but there was still no sound from inside. Yuan Zhou frowned, pushed the door open, and walked in with a worried expression.
The room was very transparent. Other than the canvas, there was only a sofa facing the door. On the sofa, Wu Hai was lying on it in his wrinkled clothes.
The corpse seemed to be on the verge of death.
Sure enough, Wuhai hadn't come for a few meals. According to Detective Yuan's deduction, the only possibility was that he was sick and couldn't walk. Now, it seemed that it was true.
Recently, the weather had suddenly turned cold. Zheng Jiawei was not around, and Wuhai had always been wearing pajamas. The possibility of him catching a cold was almost 100%.
Of course, if it was a common cold, as long as he could still get out of bed, Wuhai would crawl to the store even if he had to crawl. Therefore, there was only one truth. Wuhai was so sick that he couldn't even crawl.
Seeing Yuan Zhou, Wuhai sat up in shock, like a man dying of thirst in the desert suddenly seeing an oasis.
However, being sick was still sick. Although Wuhai was very excited, his body couldn't take it anymore. Like wheat entering winter, he collapsed on the bed with a bang.
"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Zhou moved a stool in front of the sofa and appeared to be listening to a story.
"I forgot to close the window before going to bed …"
"… Then it rained."
"The rain … floated in." Wuhai's voice was weak and extremely hoarse. Even the two tufts of mustache on his mouth were lifeless. He only finished the whole story intermittently.
He forgot to mention that Wuhai's sofa and bed were both by the window. After Yuanzhou shop opened, Wuhai specially asked someone to move them over so that he could sit up and see Yuanzhou shop.
Then, it rained that day and Wuhai didn't close the window. When he woke up in the morning, he found that half of the quilt and mattress were wet.
Therefore, where was the justice in the world if he didn't catch a cold in this kind of situation?
Don't ask why, he didn't wake up even when the rain was on him. There was a saying that went, "You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep." Similarly, other than Yuan Zhou's delicacies, nothing else could wake up Wuhai.
As for the cold, it didn't exist in front of Wuhai who was sleeping.
Seeing that Wuhai was on the sofa now, one could tell that he definitely wanted to go to Yuanzhou shop. After all, the sofa that Wuhai was lying on was by the window and the window was still open. Presumably, he had struggled to get from the bed to the sofa.
The result was also very obvious. Wuhai still couldn't get out of the door.
"Take the medicine. The amount of each medicine is written on the small paper," Yuan Zhou nodded and then said.
After saying that, without waiting for Wuhai to answer, Yuan Zhou threw a packet of medicine on Wuhai's sofa. Then, he stood up and boiled a pot of water for Wuhai.
"Help me up. I can still eat." Wuhai didn't even look at the medicine. He struggled to sit up and said.
Wuhai wasn't interested in the medicine. He just looked at Yuan Zhou and said that.
"Then get up by yourself. If you can't get up, take the medicine. I will call Zheng Jiawei." Yuan Zhou directly left without waiting for Wuhai's answer.
"Come back. I want to eat …" Wuhai stretched out his hand and shouted at the back of Yuan Zhou with a voice as low as a mosquito.
However, the sharp Yuan Zhou didn't turn his head.
"Only Zheng Jiawei and Wu Lin can subdue this guy." Yuan Zhou made up his mind that he would make a call when he got back.
Then, he left. After all, he still had to go back to the restaurant. Although Shin Min was there, he didn't need to do anything.
However, as soon as he went downstairs, Yuan Zhou took out his phone and started to call Zheng Jiawei.
After the pub's business hours ended, Yuan Zhou watched Shin Min get on the bus and leave. Only then did he close the door.
At noon the next day, Wuhai was still nowhere to be seen. Several uninvited guests came to Yuanzhou shop. The uninvited guests here were naturally derogatory. Chef Li was the group of people who were temporarily referred to as the "Alliance of Low Points". After being rejected by Yuan Zhou, they naturally wouldn't let it go. Therefore, they came up with a dirty trick.
It was really a dirty trick. The "Alliance of Low Points" hired a group of people who didn't do anything else. From today onwards, they loitered in front of the restaurant every day and talked loudly while loitering.
"Why are there so many people lining up in this restaurant?"
"A restaurant that dares to do something but doesn't dare to admit it. I don't understand why so many people like it."
"What if they like this style?"
"Then it's really funny."
"The boss is so afraid of trouble. I don't know if the food is really that delicious. I'm afraid that those who eat it have bad taste."
And so on. This group of people was just at the side of Taoxi Road, where Yuanzhou shop was located. Taoxi Road was open to everyone. Therefore, the Queuing Committee couldn't force people to pass or stop them from saying such things.
Most importantly, when the Queuing Committee went up to negotiate with them and they apologized, a new group of people would come and say similar things the next day.
Chef Li really spared no effort in courting death. God knew how many people he hired to harass Yuanzhou shop.
Although most of the people lining up in Yuanzhou shop were of high quality, they were just the majority. There were bound to be some who were hot-tempered.
Hearing this, they didn't back down and immediately rushed up to fight with them. Of course, they won. After all, the people lining up in Yuanzhou shop were very united. However, the entire lunch time was still messed up.
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