SWDnovel Chapter 228 Lin Zhou's headaches are becoming more and more frequent
Chapter 228 Lin Zhou's headaches are becoming more and more frequent
"No...don't go to the hospital..."
Lin Zhou gripped Lao Chen's sleeve tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out clearly from extreme endurance.
He bit his pale lips, his voice hoarse like that of a dying beast.
"Go home... I want to go home... to find Qingge..."
Seeing Lin Zhou curled up in pain, Old Chen's eyes turned red with worry, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"But young master, you're in such a state, how can you not go to the hospital! What if you've damaged your brain..."
"I said I'm not going!"
Lin Zhou used the last bit of strength in his body to suddenly increase the force in his hand.
Those bloodshot, peach-blossom eyes stared intently at Old Chen, exuding an unquestionable and absolute authority.
He knows his current physical condition better than anyone else.
This is not an organic lesion at all, but rather the system forcibly breaking through the memory shackles that have been sealed for seven years.
What's the point of going to the hospital?
Those cold medical instruments will not only fail to detect anything wrong, but will also expose his abnormal brainwaves. This will only lead to more unnecessary trouble.
"Turn around and go back to the villa." Lin Zhou leaned back in his leather seat, panting heavily. "That's an order."
"Yes! As you wish, young master! Hurry back to the villa!"
Old Chen wiped away his tears and hysterically yelled at the taxi driver in front of him.
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom swerved sharply on the wet road, its tires screeching as it raced toward the suburbs like a rampaging black panther.
The back seat of the carriage.
Lin Zhou closed his eyes tightly, his hands clutching his head, which felt like it was about to explode.
The system's mechanical alarms blared wildly in my mind, deafeningly loud.
[Warning! Memory fragments are being forcibly reassembled! 35%...40%...]
As the cold countdown began, countless horrific images, like sharp blades, brutally slashed through his nerves.
He saw the dark, winding mountain road.
I saw the torrential rain and the blinding sparks that flew when the silver Aston Martin rolled out of control.
The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and a nauseating stench of blood.
"Zhou'er...run fast..."
The mother was trapped in the deformed passenger seat, her face covered in blood. With her last breath, she stuffed the half of the Blood Dragon Jade into his arms.
Immediately afterwards, flames shot into the sky.
Amidst the raging fire and thick smoke.
A series of heavy, rhythmic footsteps of military boots, treading on shattered glass, slowly approached the burning carriage.
Lin Zhou tried to see the person's face clearly, but his vision was blurred by blood.
He could only vaguely make out the silhouette of an extremely tall, towering white man through the twisted gap in the car door.
The person stood in the firelight.
Looking down from above at the dying Lin family of three.
The firelight illuminated half of his cold and ruthless face, and there was a black leather eye patch over his left eye!
That one remaining right eye revealed a cruel and mocking disregard for life.
"Eye mask..."
Lin Zhou groaned in pain, his casual hoodie completely soaked with cold sweat.
When the Rolls-Royce Phantom finally came to a stop in front of the heavily guarded suburban villa.
Lin Zhou's headache finally showed signs of relief, slowly fading into a dull, tiring ache.
"Young Master, we've arrived." Old Chen quickly opened the car door, wanting to reach out and help him.
Just then, the villa's door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.
Su Qingge didn't even have time to put on a coat, only a thin silk shawl, and hurriedly ran out in slippers.
"Lin Zhou!"
When she saw the man in the carriage, his face ashen and his body drenched in cold sweat.
Su Qingge's heart felt as if it had been crushed by an invisible hand.
She rushed forward in three strides, pushed Old Chen aside, and pulled Lin Zhou halfway into her arms.
"What's wrong? You look terrible!"
Su Qingge's hand touched Lin Zhou's cold forehead, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
"Uncle Chen! What happened? Did Zhou Lixing's men ambush him?"
Faced with Su Qingge's tearful question, Old Chen opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.
He subconsciously looked at Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the lingering dizziness in his mind.
He took Su Qingge's trembling hand in his other hand and pulled her into his arms, a weak, comforting smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Don't blame Uncle Chen, no one plotted against me."
"How did it get like this! Let's go to the hospital, I'll drive you there right away!"
Su Qingge was so anxious that she reached for her car keys.
"I'm not going to the hospital." Lin Zhou pressed her down, his voice weak but reassuring.
"Today, I've been dealing with stock market crashes and directing acquisitions for most of the day. Staring at dozens of screens has made my eyes dizzy. My migraine flared up in the car earlier, it's an old problem."
"Business warfare is too mentally taxing; my 'kept man' mentality hasn't adapted to it yet."
Lin Zhou deliberately teased himself in a relaxed tone, reaching out to lightly scratch Su Qingge's pert nose.
"Don't be so nervous, I'll be fine after a nap."
Su Qingge bit her red lips, her face full of heartache and suspicion.
But seeing that Lin Zhou could still joke with him, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
"You stubborn idiot."
She scolded him playfully, then carefully helped Lin Zhou walk into the villa.
In the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
The warm yellow floor lamp emitted a soft glow, making the air in the room feel warmer.
Lin Zhou took a hot shower, changed into cotton pajamas, and leaned against the headboard.
Su Qingge walked in carrying a steaming bowl of ginseng and black chicken soup.
Open your mouth.
She sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of hot soup with a white porcelain spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then gently brought it to Lin Zhou's lips.
Lin Zhou did not refuse and obediently drank the bowl of hot soup without leaving a drop.
The warm liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, finally restoring a trace of human warmth to his cold limbs.
After finishing the soup, Su Qingge took off her slippers, climbed onto the bed, and knelt behind Lin Zhou.
She placed her warm palms on Lin Zhou's temples, her slender fingers gently massaging the acupoints on his head.
The soft, warm touch from her fingertips, accompanied by her familiar, cool fragrance.
It instantly calmed the surging violence and murderous intent in Lin Zhou's heart caused by the K organization.
"Are you feeling better?" Su Qingge asked softly, her breath close to his ear.
"Mmm, that feels much better."
Lin Zhou closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh.
"Lin Zhou." Su Qingge's fingers ran through his black hair, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation for the future, "Now that the Dynasty has fallen, the Zhou family is finished too. Our Starry Sky Media is already number one."
"From now on, can we finally live a peaceful and stable life? You, me, and Nuonuo, the three of us will live a good life together."
Listening to his wife's naive and beautiful vision.
Lin Zhou's heart suddenly clenched with pain.
Peaceful and stable?
In this cruel world, as long as the massive specter of the K organization exists, as long as that deep-seated blood feud has not been completely settled.
Lin Zhou could never have true peace of mind.
But he absolutely could not tell Su Qingge any of this.
This woman has already endured too much for him; she shouldn't be dragged into the terrifying vortex of this top-tier international assassination organization.
Let him bear the consequences of all the sword fights and bloodshed alone.
Lin Zhou opened his eyes and reached out to grasp Su Qingge's soft hands that were massaging him.
He pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"certainly."
Lin Zhou's voice was extremely soft, yet it carried an absolute determination that was unwavering and ruthless.
"From today onwards, my husband will be there to support me no matter what happens."
"No one can ruin our family's good life."
It was late at night.
The autumn rain outside the window pattered against the glass.
On the large double bed, Su Qingge had fallen into a deep sleep due to exhaustion from the past few days, emitting even and soft breathing sounds.
Lin Zhou lay flat beside her, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the dark ceiling.
His pajamas were soaked with cold sweat again.
But this is not because of pain.
It was not because of the deadly sense of crisis that had become completely clear in my mind.
Three o'clock in the morning.
At that very moment when all was quiet.
A crisp, cold, mechanical synthesized voice boomed in the deepest part of Lin Zhou's mind, like the tolling of death's bell.
【Ding--】
[Influenced by strong external stimuli and catalyzed by the core totem!]
[Host's deep memory repair progress reached: 50%!]
This was accompanied by the notification sound.
The thick fog that had been shrouding that rainy night seven years ago in his mind was instantly torn apart by a pair of invisible hands!
Lin Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.
He finally saw that face clearly.
The white face standing next to the burning Aston Martin, wearing a black leather eye patch, with a look of mockery and cruelty in its eyes.
That person was the ultimate executioner who directly caused his family's destruction and death!
Lin Zhou slowly turned his head and, in the dim light of the night lamp, took a deep look at the sleeping Su Qingge.
He tucked the blanket around her.
Then, Lin Zhou turned his face and looked out the window at the deep, inky night sky.
There was not a trace of fear in those peach blossom eyes, only an intense killing intent strong enough to incinerate everything.
"One-eyed man, huh?"
Lin Zhou's thin lips parted slightly, his voice so soft it seemed a gust of wind could dissipate it, yet chilling to the bone.
"This debt should be settled."