When Ghost Hand heard that the other party was using a stiff international language, he couldn't help laughing and said, "My companion is sick. Maybe it's food poisoning. Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor? If something happens, the transaction will be delayed. You'd better report this situation and hurry up."

"Wait." The other party quickly agreed.

After watching the other party leave, the ghost hand turned around and came to the room, pushed Luo Zheng to the inner room and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work, you can pretend to be sick, food poisoning, etc. It's best to be unconscious. I'll deal with the situation and see if they have any doctors."

"Why me?" Luo Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Because you are the head of this negotiation. If I am sick, then others will send it out. If you are sick, it will be different. If they want to trade, they must find someone to treat you. Thank you for your hard work. I beg you once as my brother. If you don't know where the medical team is, we will go back in vain and become a jewelry company to run errands." Ghost Hand explained quickly.

"You kid is smart, just like I thought, but I just pretended to be a stomachache. Should I have such a big fight?" Luo Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Yes, they must, otherwise it will not be enough to attract their attention. There are many treatments for stomachache. If they make some preparations for you, it will be troublesome. Only by pretending to be more serious, it is best to cause other syndromes in food poisoning, and it is necessary to require a skilled doctor to treat the kind." Ghost Hand said quickly.

"Okay, listen to you." Luo Zheng agreed helplessly, "You can deal with the scene, I'll lie inside and pretend to be sick." As he said that, he walked towards the inner room, lay on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, holding his breath, and soon his face turned red, as if he had a high fever. Luo Zheng slowed down his breath and artificially created hypoxia. He felt dizzy, headache, his eyes were a little blurred, and his limbs were weak.

After a while, Luo Zheng felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. His breathing was shallow and weak, his heartbeat was fast and weak, and he knew it was almost done. He continued to maintain his breathing speed and depth to keep his body hypoxia. He felt someone coming over in a daze, so he quickly closed his eyes and handed everything to the ghost hand for treatment.

Ghost Hand came in with a group of people. The leader was Harili. He used a flashlight and shone on Luo Zheng's pale face. Ghost Hand jumped up and touched his forehead. It was very hot. He couldn't help but be shocked. He thought to himself that he was really sick, right? He looked at Harili with a serious expression and said in international common words: "It's like this after eating the food you provide. He is really sensitive to your food. I told you before, what should I do?"

Hariri looked at Guishou quietly and threw it to the person next to him. The other party quickly stepped forward to check, tentatively stooped his heartbeat, rolled his eyelids, and his face became solemn. After a while, the man said something to Hariri, using local dialect. Guishou couldn't understand a word, and waited patiently.

After a while, Hariri looked at the Ghost Hand and said in international terms: "If he falls ill, who will preside over the deal between you two?"

"I'm sorry, no one can make any decisions on his behalf. The headquarters learned that he suddenly fell ill and would cancel the transaction until the cause of the disease is clear, or he himself came out to explain." Ghost Hand breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was embarrassed and blocked all the retreat.

Hariri frowned slightly, looked at the ghost hand deeply, and said, "I will arrange the doctor to come as soon as possible, don't worry, you can wait here." As he said that, he turned around and left, and the others followed him out, and the noisy room suddenly became quiet again.

After Ghost Hand sent these people to great success, he was sure that they would not come again. He quickly returned to the inner room. Madeira woke up and everyone came to the room where Luo Zheng was lying. Luo Zheng gasped desperately and absorbed oxygen. After a while, he recovered. Ghost Hand said worriedly: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay, I just think it's a hypoxia." Luo Zheng said.

The ghost's heart warmed up and said gratefully: "Brother, it's hard for you. I'm counting as my brother owes you a favor. I'll save you. If possible, let my son call you godfather."

"You guy is so calculating. Godfather has to give me a bride gift, right? Then I don't do it." Luo Zheng smiled, nodded to Madeira, briefly explained his plan to pretend to be sick, and finally added: "You two can't sleep anymore, someone must stand guard. Once you find someone coming, please inform me immediately, and I'm ready."

"Okay, I can't sleep anyway." Madeira agreed, pointing outside, seeing Luo Zheng nodding in understanding, turned around and left, and went to the door to stand guard.

After waiting for about an hour, there was a noise outside, and the flashlight beam flashed. Luo Zheng guessed that the doctor was coming and continued to pretend to be sick. The ghost hand hurried to the living room outside and opened the door. Sure enough, he saw a group of armed personnel coming hurried over, surrounded by a doctor in a white coat. The doctor was a white man.

Seeing this scene, Ghost Hand's heart suddenly sank, his face full of disappointment, but the matter had reached this point, so he could only continue to act. The armed personnel escorted the doctor in, not allowing Ghost Hand and Madeira to follow in, which made the two of them worried.

The room was very small, and the armed personnel did not all go in. They just followed up with a few people to look at the diagnosis and treatment. The doctor carefully checked Luo Zheng's condition, his face became solemn, his eyes flashed with doubts. After thinking about it, he said to one of the armed personnel in an international language: "He needs a good ventilation environment, and I also need to test his food to see if he was poisoned. This process is a bit long and the equipment he brought is not enough."

"Tell me what else I need, I'll arrange for someone to get it." The other party also suspected that the doctor was poisoned, but he still said with a bad expression, using a stiff international language, which could barely understand.

The doctor said a lot of equipment, and the armed personnel immediately called a few people and explained it in local words. The other party agreed to leave quickly. The doctor looked at the scene calmly, his eyes fell on Luo Zheng, and said with some confusion and curiosity: "Open the window, or give him a spacious, motivated and well-ventilated room."

The ghost hand outside was confused when he heard the doctor in the inner room say this, and he exchanged glances with Madeira secretly, thinking about it, and vaguely felt that the doctor had discovered something. Standing on his side, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy and expectant. With the cooperation of the doctor, these people couldn't tell the truth or falsehood. Next, it depends on the development of the matter.

"What's the situation?" Hariri hurried over and stared at the doctor with a bad expression.

The doctor turned his face away with fear. He looked at Luo Zheng, who was pretending to be sick with a complicated expression, and said with a stingy forehead: "I initially suspected that food poisoning has caused complications. I don't know the medical history of this person. It's not easy to prescribe the right medicine. I need a checkup, but the equipment is not enough, and someone has already taken it."

"Is it serious?" Hariri didn't care about Luo Zheng's illness, she only cared about whether she could trade normally.
Chapter completed!