Maybe I can't have a normal youth

Chapter 37 Do you want to see what happened to Fang Zhihua afterwards?

Walking out of the wooden door, Zhao Bai'an and Huo Sanmu returned to the living room of Fang Zhihua's home.

Siqing has been stripped from Zhao Bai'an's body, and the two have become bystanders together again.

Siqing, who came out of the bathroom, had firm eyes, her face was wet, she must have washed herself with cold water, as if she was forcing herself to calm down quickly and regain her composure.

It's amazing!

Siqing rubbed her face with her palm, patted it again, trying to keep herself awake.Then she walked to Fang Zhihua's side, narrowed her eyes, and looked at him carefully.

Probably because the fruit knife is very short, except for the severely rotated waist, the amount of bleeding in other places is not large. Although the mottled blood oozing from the clothes looks very scary, Fang Zhihua's chest is still there. Ups and downs, he is still breathing.

Siqing put away the folding fruit knife that was thrown on the ground, wiped all the places she might have touched with a napkin, and put the napkins into a messenger bag.She has been very restrained since she entered this room, so all the traces were cleaned up very quickly.

Then she walked into Fang Zhihua's room, found his mobile phone after a while, wrapped it in a napkin and walked back to the sofa again.

"Hello!" Siqing threw the phone to Fang Zhihua's chest.

"Pfft—cough, cough," the blood spots that had stopped expanding became bigger again, "Woo—" Fang Zhihua groaned in pain.

"The mobile phone has been brought to you, you can call an ambulance yourself."

"Sili...why..."

"Sili? Heh, I'm..." Siqing stopped abruptly and threatened after a pause, "Oh, Fang Zhihua, if you dare to shake me out, don't let me keep your filthy secret!"

"As for whether you live or die... it also depends on your own good fortune."

Siqing put on a long coat, wrapped it around the blood-stained inside, and looked at the oil painting of Si Li reluctantly.

"Hello? Ambulance... I'm dying... hurry up... the address is..."

The weak plea for help, panting intermittently, brought back Siqing's gaze, she tightened her clothes, stopped staying, and left here.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and within 10 minutes, Fang Zhihua had already been loaded into the back compartment of the hospital, and then fell into a coma.

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"What's going on!" When the middle-aged man with a big belly trotted over, Fang Zhihua had already survived the first aid and was transferred to the ICU.

"I'm not very clear about the details... I heard from the doctor that it is..." The middle-aged woman who had been sitting outside the door when Fang Zhihua was struggling with life and death, supported her forehead with her hand and rubbed it repeatedly.

"I don't know? You haven't figured it out after staying here for so long!" The middle-aged man directly interrupted the woman and complained loudly.

The woman stood up from her seat when she heard that, her eyes widened: "Why are you yelling at me! Huh?! You came late, and you still have the face to blame me?!"

"Then am I not participating in an event? Didn't I rush over immediately after I finished participating?!"

"Yo, Fang, Zheng, Liang, do you have the guts to say it? Activities, activities, your mind is full of activities! Besides entertaining, do you have other things in your mind? Why don't you come over as soon as you know the news? Come after the event is over?"

"Then I just can't get away!"

"I can't get away, hehe." The woman sneered, pointing at the man's nose, "It's not like I don't know when your activities will end today!"

"You are endless! Can you have such a good life today without me?"

"you!"

"It is forbidden to make loud noises in the hospital! If you want to quarrel, you can go out to quarrel." The doctor in a white coat appeared and interrupted the quarrel between the two at the right time.

"Hey, doctor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Zhengliang bowed and apologized to the white coat who came forward to warn, "Hey doctor, wait! Can you tell me about the condition of the patient inside?"

"Are you his family members?" The doctor flipped through the medical records and raised his eyelids to look at him.

"Yes, we are his parents." Fang Zhengliang nodded in agreement.

"Oh~" The doctor looked the man up and down, "It's quite late."

"Too busy, too busy! Excuse me, forgive me."

"Your son was stabbed six times..."

"Hiss—six knives!" Fang Zhengliang gasped.

"Yes, listen to me first." The doctor stretched out a hand to stop the man from continuing to ask, "Five of the knives were concentrated on the right chest, because one knife is not long, and the other only has one knife. It entered vertically, so it hurt the middle lobe of the lung. The other four cuts did not hit the internal organs, which can be said to be very lucky. It’s just that each wound has a part sliding, so the wound is relatively large, but it only needs to be recuperated slowly and wait for it to heal. gone."

"The most serious one is another knife." The doctor in white coat continued, "The knife head entered from the left side of the abdomen, passed through the large intestine, and partially injured the kidney. Judging from the wound, the knife body was rotated, increasing the number of injured parts. The difficulty of healing. So we removed part of the patient's large intestine and kidney, otherwise it may not be possible to save it."

"The situation has stabilized now, but the possibility of complications cannot be ruled out, so close observation is still needed."

"Then my son...will he still be able to draw in the future?"

"draw?"

"At this time, you just want to paint! Paint!" the woman screamed.

"Okay, don't be noisy. After you recover, you should try to avoid physical labor or things that are particularly tiring. If I want to paint, as long as I pay attention to proper rest, it should be fine."

"That's good, that's good~"

"Then doctor, how long will it take for him to recover?" Fang Zhengliang continued to ask.

"According to the injury, it can be roughly recovered in about three months, but it is not recommended to change back to the usual routine immediately, and try to rest for half a year."

"Three months?! This is too long, doctor, is there any way to make him recover almost in half a month? We are not short of money."

"Family of the patient, you have to understand that this is not a matter of money or not. We have tried our best. No matter how much money you give me, you can't buy time."

"But! The Ai Songli Competition is about to close for submission of works! My son was the winner of the grand prize last year! Doctor, we can't let him miss this time!!" Fang Zhengliang jumped anxiously.

"I don't care how powerful your son is, as long as he is still a person, he must rest for at least three months! If you want your son to live, then do as I say." Although the doctor didn't speak much, he showed his majesty.

Fang Zhengliang's eyes lost their brightness, and he sat down on the waiting chair outside the ICU door.

"The young genius was hunted down by the enemy, the trick behind the youngest winner in Ai Songli's history." The young woman in high heels sat down beside Fang Zhengliang, "Mr. Fang, do you like this title?"

"Who are you! What a mess!"

"Fang Dong, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. We have received reports that many of the awards your son has won are tricky. And now he just happened to be stabbed into the hospital by someone else... I can't help but let people daydream."

"You fart! Are you following me?? My son is a genius! It's my glory!"

"Think about it carefully." The young woman was indifferent to Fang Zhengliang's anger, "It can be said to be the inheritance of the artistic cells of the top masters in the art world, but in turn, it can also be said that it is because of the father's superiority~"

"Oh, how should I put it?" The young woman continued to say while admiring the newly done nails, "Who controls the public opinion, I think, I don't need to tell you, Fang Dong?"

"What do you want?" As long as you understand the intention of the other party, everything will be much easier.

"Don't be so serious. I just want to make friends with you. I don't care if your son's achievements are tricky or not. I don't care if they are true or not."

"I know that besides our family, there are other media that have also been exposed. I can help you settle everything, and even help you write another report to clarify why your son was hospitalized. It's just..."

"What do you want?? How much do you want?"

"Oh, Fang Dong, look at what you said. Since we are friends, talking about money hurts feelings, and friends should help each other! In the future, all the dynamics or shady scenes in the art world, of course, will not involve your shady scenes, will they? You should share it with your friends as soon as possible, right?"

"make a deal."

　- Do you want to see what happened to Fang Zhihua later?

　　- no, i don't want to!Fang Zhihua, stay away from me.

　　I don't know why, as long as it involves Fang Zhihua's chapters, it will be incomparable.Just that Braille has to be stuck for a whole day to squeeze out every time.Fang Zhihua is really poisonous.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)