Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1784 - 1773: Encountering an Old Acquaintance Again

"Someone really is calling my name, and the voice sounds very familiar."Hearing the footsteps again, Ning Fan's face lit up with joy, and he quickly shouted, "Is anyone there?"

"Who is it? Which brother was looking for me just now?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fan was stunned and quickly shouted, "Brother Bo, it's me, your brother."

If his cultivation was still intact, Ning Fan would have already recognized the identity of the person from the footsteps.

"If my cultivation was still intact, would I have ended up like this?"

Ning Fan chuckled bitterly to himself, quietly waiting for the response from the other side.

If Zhang Bo forgot him or didn't want to bother with such matters, he would be doomed.

Zhang Bo slapped his forehead and shouted, "You...you're Brother Ning."

"Yeah, it's me."

"Brother, why are you here?"

Listening to the heavy footsteps, Ning Fan felt a surge of relief, "I indeed didn't misjudge him, and my efforts in helping him adjust his health weren't in vain."

On the plane, Ning Fan had a good impression of this straightforward middle-aged man, and wasn't stingy about using True Qi to nourish his body, which had been drained by indulgence in wine and women.

Looking at that familiar round face, Ning Fan awkwardly said, "Brother Bo, I made you laugh."

Seeing Ning Fan motionless in the garbage pile, Zhang Bo immediately understood that this young brother was in big trouble.

"Let's not talk about anything else, I'll get you out of here."

As he spoke, Zhang Bo paid no mind to the foul smell of the garbage nor to the expensive suit worth thousands of US Dollars he wore, and directly reached out to dig through the trash.

In this process, there was not even a hint of disgust or disdain on Zhang Bo's face, just a head full of nervous sweat.

If it were someone else, perhaps they would have lent a hand, but during the process, they could hardly resist showing expressions of contempt and dissatisfaction.

Noticing these small details, Ning Fan's heart warmed. He didn't expect Zhang Bo, with whom he had only had a brief encounter, to have such a heroic heart.

Even though Ning Fan had helped him adjust his health, the other party was unaware.

Now, in this moment of hardship, the other party helped without hesitation.

If Ning Fan initially only had a slight fondness for Zhang Bo, now it was true recognition.

Knowing Ning Fan's personality, in the future if Zhang Bo encountered any difficulties, he'd definitely lend a hand without a second thought.

"This mutual aid, could it truly be destiny?"

Ning Fan suddenly thought of this.

Before long, Zhang Bo had cleared the garbage around Ning Fan, and as for those pampered, plump hands of his, they were already covered in disgusting grease and stench.

"Hang in there, Brother, I'll call an ambulance."

Seeing Zhang Bo take out his phone, Ning Fan quickly said, "No need to call an ambulance."

"But I'm afraid it might worsen your injury."

Zhang Bo, who participated in various health retreats, had some medical knowledge and knew some patients couldn't be moved casually, otherwise it might cause secondary injuries.

"I'm not seriously injured. Just finding a place to rest will be enough."

Ning Fan knew well that seeking professional medical attention was the wisest choice now, but he couldn't afford to lose his dignity.

Anyway, the Divine Power was quietly healing his injuries, and recovery was just a matter of time.

Zhang Bo said seriously, "Really? This is no joking matter."

"Really, I know my body well."

"Then...okay."

Zhang Bo hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.

For Ning Fan to end up like this, something bad must have happened, maybe something not convenient to let the outside world know.

"I'll help you up."

Zhang Bo squatted down and after some effort, helped Ning Fan up.

In this process, Ning Fan's brow twitched with pain, the sensation of ruptured bones grinding inside was not something ordinary people could endure.

Zhang Bo didn't notice this and instead laughed, "Luckily, Brother, you're not like me. Otherwise, I really wouldn't manage."

Ning Fan forced a smile, "Lucky indeed. Seeing how you're thriving, it seems you've been doing pretty well lately."

"Of course, you have no idea..."

While boasting about his glorious battles, Zhang Bo noticed Ning Fan's abnormal condition, especially his face which was so pale it had not a trace of Blood Qi.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? If it's really bad, we should go to the hospital."

As he spoke, Zhang Bo hesitated and said, "Don't worry about the medical expenses, Brother, I'm not short on money..."

In America, calling an ambulance is not a cheap affair. Countless poor people would rather roll in pain than call an ambulance.

Ning Fan claimed to be a regular employee, so naturally Zhang Bo associated him with that.

"Brother Bo, you've misunderstood."

Ning Fan smiled bitterly, "If I said I'm hungry to this extent, would you believe me?"

"Hungry?"

The suspicion in Zhang Bo's eyes completely dissipated when he heard the drum-like growling sound.

Zhang Bo's expression lightened, "That's easily solved, Brother. I'll take you to enjoy some fine wine and meals."

With that, the two supported each other, walking along the shopping paradise of Fifth Avenue.

Those passing by, upon encountering the two, seemed like they had seen something disgusting.

From three meters away, they covered their noses and avoided them.

For a moment, within a three-meter radius around them, a vacuum zone formed.

Seeing this, Zhang Bo said displeased, "These people have issues!"

"Brother, you should take a look at what we look like right now."

Ning Fan didn't need to say, having been dug out from the trash heap, he was covered in sewage and grease.

Zhang Bo didn't fare much better; there were still leaves hanging from his suit sleeves.

"It's nothing new. Just a bit smelly."

Zhang Bo shrugged his nose, then said displeased, "These foreigners dislike us for being dirty, without considering their own qualities."

Ning Fan asked puzzled, "What qualities?"

Zhang Bo smirked, "Brother, do you know how perfume came to be?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Perfume originated in France. Back then, those foreigners didn't like bathing and didn't even clean after defecating. Some people only bathed once at birth and the second time after death, very few bathed a third time."

Hearing this for the first time, Ning Fan said in astonishment, "Really? Wouldn't that be suffocatingly smelly?"

"Exactly. So, to cover up the smell, those foreigners invented perfume."

Zhang Bo said in contempt, "With such a history, these foreigners still dare to look down on us, it's truly laughable."

Saying this, Zhang Bo led Ning Fan toward a store.

"Brother Bo, what are you doing?"

"Brother, you don't know. This place may not look great, but it's quite particular. Many restaurants don't welcome improperly dressed people."

With that, Zhang Bo said displeased, "Even eating requires dress suits, such hypocrisy is truly over the top."

Ning Fan scoffed, "Just change to another place. They have their rules, and we have our choices."

"Well said, it's right up my alley."

Zhang Bo gave a thumbs-up and then said, "But still, let's change our clothes, you wouldn't want to lose your appetite, right?"

"Don't mention it. Thinking about what happened just now makes me want to puke."