"Huang De Han went to shoot a film and discovered that he had a fractured bone.
The doctor helped him treat the injury on his foot and applied a cast.
"Doctor, when will my foot be healed?" Huang De Han asked.
While treating the wound, the doctor replied, "It will take at least two to three months to fully recover."
Upon hearing that it would take two to three months to heal, Huang De Han's entire being felt defeated.
He couldn't stay in this godforsaken place for that long.
He still had to deliver the goods to Brother Li.
No, he must find a way to leave as soon as possible!
After his cast was applied, Huang De Han limped out of the clinic, leaning on a wooden stick.
Da Fu saw Huang De Han coming out and quickly approached, pretending to be concerned. He asked, "How's your foot? What did the doctor say?"
"It's fractured," Huang De Han replied as he got on a tricycle.
"That's quite serious," Da Fu clicked his tongue.
"Yes, the doctor said it would take at least two to three months to heal."
"Does it really take that long?" Da Fu widened his eyes in astonishment.
"Uncle Fu, I want to discuss something with you," Huang De Han looked at Da Fu and said.
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"I can't stay here for that long. Can you take me to the county town around three or four o'clock in the morning?"
Da Fu pondered for a moment. He had already stolen Huang De Han's suitcase and didn't know how he would handle the situation when he went back. But for now, he agreed, "Alright."
Huang De Han was delighted and grateful. "Thank you, Uncle Fu."
Da Fu waved his hand. "No need to be polite."
Huang De Han was worried about the goods at home and hurriedly urged, "Then let's go back quickly."
"Okay!" Da Fu responded and started the car.
When they arrived home, Huang De Han quickly got off the car, leaning on the wooden stick.
He was genuinely worried about the goods. If they were discovered by someone, even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to escape a death sentence.
It was true that he got what he feared. As soon as he entered the house, he found that the door lock had been pried open. He was startled, and the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Ignoring the pain in his foot, he rushed into the room and found that the box was gone.
His head exploded with a bang, and fear instantly swept through his body. Every cell in his body was too afraid to breathe.
It's over!
This time, it's truly over!
If he couldn't deliver the goods to Brother Li, how could he explain it to him?
Would Brother Li kill him?
He wasn't afraid of the police now because even if the thief discovered that the stolen goods were drugs, he wouldn't dare to expose it, let alone report it to the police.
"What happened here?" Da Fu walked into the house, pretending to be surprised. "How did someone pry open the door lock?"
He quickly entered the room and didn't see the box. He secretly rejoiced in his heart, but his face was filled with seriousness as he asked, "Should I help you report it to the police?"
As soon as he heard about reporting to the police, Huang De Han shivered in fear and quickly said, "No, don't call the police!"
Huang De Han's abnormal behavior puzzled Da Fu. Why was he so nervous about the box disappearing but refused to call the police?
If there were no valuable items in the box, why was he so anxious about it?
Da Fu couldn't understand.
If only he had called Xiao Yong earlier."
"Huang De Han had a blank expression on his face as he said, 'Uncle Fu, please take me to the train station now. I can't stay here any longer.'
He really couldn't bear staying here any longer.
Da Fu couldn't be happier with the request and quickly agreed, 'Alright, I'll take you to the train station right away.'
Huang De Han got on a tricycle again, and Da Fu drove him to the train station.
After seeing off Huang De Han, Da Fu hurriedly drove to Xiao Yong's house. He was really curious about what was inside the suitcase."
