After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

I walked away humming a tune in a happy mood. It was great that he didn't want me to take care of him here.

Before I had taken two steps, I felt the man's knife-like gaze again, gouging my back, but I didn't stop.

"Come back." The man's cold voice came.

If he asks me to go back, I will go back?

I walk faster.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao!" His voice was low. I heard the sound of feet hitting the ground and turned around immediately.

Sure enough, he wanted to get out of bed again.

The man already had one foot on the ground.

"Fu Yanshen, stop moving!" I yelled at him, frowning, and walked towards him.

If his leg injury continues, when will it heal?

Fu Yanshen retracted his legs, lowered his eyelids, didn't look at me, and looked like he was angry with me.

However, at this moment, he silently picked up the spoon and lowered his head to eat the porridge.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a hard-boiled egg, gently cracked the shell on the table, crushed it, and slowly peeled the shell.

"Don't just eat porridge. It's not nutritious. Eat the eggs." I handed him the peeled hard-boiled eggs and said calmly.

Fu Yanshen raised his head and stared at me with vaguely resentful eyes, as if he wanted to see through me.

After a while, he came back to his senses, took the egg from my hand, and chewed it carefully.

"Eat more vegetables." I told him again, pushing a plate of stir-fried broccoli in front of him.

Fu Yanshen picked up the chopsticks and ate silently without saying a word. His aura was very cold and he didn't want to pay attention to me.

An hour later, the blood routine results came out, and I went to his attending physician to ask about the situation.

The results showed that there was still inflammation and bacterial infection, and the blood count was very high, which was also the reason for the high fever.

The doctor increased the dosage of medication, and I had to drink water in the morning and afternoon, seven or eight bottles a day.

I had to keep an eye on him when he was draining the water. When the bottle of water was about to reach the bottom, I had to ring the bell to call the nurse to change the water.

After finishing the water treatment one day, he no longer had a fever at night.

Only when the inflammation subsides can his leg injury heal faster.

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping soundly, and the faint vibrating sound of my cell phone woke me up.

I took out my phone from under the pillow.

"Hello?" I breathed lazily.

"Sister Qiao, it's bad, Makino -" I frowned listening to Mengmeng's panicked voice.

"You're in a panic again. Speak calmly." I calmly tried to sit up, but the man behind me held me tightly with a pair of iron arms.

I looked at the home screen of my phone and saw no news.

"Sister Qiao! Makino is injured and is receiving first aid at Renji Hospital!"

Mengmeng's anxious and panicked voice shocked me all over, and I took a breath of cold air, "How could Xiaoye be hurt?"

I asked panicked.

"I, I don't know yet. Lele told me that she was injured. She asked me to contact you." Lele is Makino's assistant.

Makino was actually injured, so I immediately hung up the phone.

"Fu Yanshen, let go of me, Makino is injured!" The man behind me hugged me tighter, and I broke his hand angrily.

"You're not allowed to go." His tone was domineering and cold.

In the past two days, he has been cold to me because of what happened that night, and now he is even colder.

"Fu Yanshen, don't push yourself too far! I've taken care of you these days because I don't want to owe you any favors." I snorted coldly and said decisively.

Behind him, he felt as if his whole body was shaken violently, and his arms instantly lost strength.

I took the opportunity to break away from him quickly, got up and got out of bed.

I quickly went to the bathroom to change my clothes. When I went back to the ward to get my phone, I felt the pungent smell of smoke.

Fu Yan was seen leaning against the head of the bed, his head lowered, and he was puffing away smoke.

Doing it again!

There were only two bedside lamps on in the ward, and the environment was dim. There seemed to be a gloomy and depressing atmosphere surrounding him.

Makino was receiving first aid, and I didn’t know what the situation was. I had no time to care about him, so I picked up my phone and bag and hurriedly left the ward.

When I left the hospital, the driver was already waiting for me.

In the car, I carefully searched all major platforms, but there was no news about Makino being beaten.

"Makino was beaten, the news is blocked." I calmly made a phone call. After explaining, I called Makino's assistant Lele.

She said that Makino was blocked by a group of people wearing black hoods in an underground parking lot and beaten violently.

The man's life was not in danger, but his hand was seriously injured.

In the middle of the night, I rushed to the emergency department of Renji Hospital.

I searched one emergency room after another, three in a row, and finally found Makino.

He was lying on the hospital bed with his legs bent and a broken groan of pain coming from his mouth.

When I saw his hands clearly, I took a breath and froze.

Makino's originally slender white hands were now covered in blood and flesh, with white bones still faintly visible. They were raised high on his chest, and blood kept spreading down his wrists.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Ono..."

Makino didn't seem to hear me calling him, his tearful eyes were staring at his own hands for a moment.

I understand how he feels at this moment.

With his hands so injured, can he still play guitar, piano... and various musical instruments in the future?

In an instant, my eyes became hot and my vision became blurry.

"Sister Qiao... cough... they might as well just kill me." Makino turned his head and looked at me with gray eyes, his tone was calm.

My heart clenched and I shook my head, "Xiaoye, it will be cured, it will definitely be cured!"

"The doctor said that two of them are considered useless and have damaged their nerves."

Makino sounded calm, but it tugged at my heart. He turned his face away, his Adam's apple rolled, and his body was trembling faintly.

"Who did this? Do you know them?" I clenched my fists, suppressed my sadness, and asked through gritted teeth.

"They all wore black hoods. They pulled me into a blind spot and beat and kicked me. Later, they held me down. One of them seemed to be the leader. He deliberately stepped on my hands and crushed me with his feet..." Makino He closed his eyes and said tremblingly.

Listening to his description, I imagined the anxious and powerless pain he felt when he watched his cherished and dexterous hands that needed to play various musical instruments being stepped on and broken, and his heart tightened even more.

"I don't know them. The one who stepped on my foot seems to be mute. He is also missing a little finger on his left hand..." Makino murmured again.

Listening to his words, I was shocked.

Dumb, missing a little finger?

Could it be Fu Ren?

Could it be...he is...

I did not continue to speculate. I comforted Makino for a while and asked him to cooperate with the doctor in debridement first.

After Makino was pushed into the ward, before his anesthesia was over, I immediately rushed to Fu Yanshen's place.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was already dawn.

I pushed open the door of the ward hard, and the man who was still sitting in the same position as I left suddenly raised his head and looked at me.

I carried my bag and approached him aggressively, "Fu Yanshen, Makino was beaten. The person who beat him is mute and is missing a little finger!"