Look good

Qiao Xing had a lengthy dream.

In the dream, he returned to that nightmarish 13-year-old. .

The narrow compartment was filled with a strong smell of blood. He and his younger brother were tightly guarded by their mother and grandfather in the gap between the seat and their bodies. The father who always stood in front of them when they were in distress fell silent in the front seat for some reason.

It happened so fast that Qiao Xing didn't react at all. Before he could even scream out of his throat, he felt viscous liquid slide down the top of his head. The mother next to him said to him "take good care of my brother" with blood and tears.

Since then, the world has been different.

He forgot how long he had been screaming and crying in the car, and only remembered that when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a room full of disinfectant.

He was in severe pain all over his body, and his arms and legs were wrapped in rice dumplings.

A group of people who didn't know where they came from gathered outside the ward, and my aunt yelled hoarsely: "He's dead! What should we do with the money we lent Xiaoxing to see a doctor! How can we pay for it! And what about the interest we promised earlier?!"

It's loud and noisy.

Qiao Xing had a headache from the noise and felt like crying.

His eyes were soaked with tears, but when he turned his eyes around but didn't see where his mother was, the tears that were about to fall hung in the corners of his eyes again.

Mom is not here.

What about dad?

Qiao Xing looked around again and found that Dad didn't know where he went.

The ward was empty, and the quarrel outside continued.

Wuliwala, jiiliguala, the magic sound pierces the ears.

Qiao Xing's temples twitched, and the more he lay down, the more he felt wronged.

Everywhere in his body hurts, and his head is dizzy.

But why are people outside arguing, and no one came to hug him after so long?

"This is a hospital. If you want to make a noise, please go outside." A gentle yet majestic male voice came from outside the door. "If something goes wrong with the patient, those present will be fully responsible."

As soon as these words came out, the corridor became much quieter, followed by a few complaints of "who do you think you are", and then completely disappeared in the corridor with the sound of footsteps.

A young man in a white coat appeared in front of the door, with a red sleeve with the word 'volunteer' on his sleeve.

Qiao Xing turned his head, just in time to meet the handsome eyebrows of the young man.

The young man pushed the cart to his side, put the back of his hand on his forehead for a moment, then bent his eyes and smiled at him.

"The kid is very strong, he didn't cry."

"Hmm..." It's okay not to say, but Qiao Xing felt his nose sore when he said it, and tears quickly welled up in his eyes.

"Don't cry." Saying so, the young man bent down slightly, and gently stroked the top of his head.

Through blurred tears, Qiao Xing saw a name tag with the words 'Wen Changze' pinned to the young man's chest.

"I want to hug..." Qiao Xing said.

He stretched out his hand wrapped into rice dumplings, wanting to touch the young man's snow-white skirt.

But as soon as his hand touched the pure white cloth, a sharp tingling pain suddenly struck...

Qiao Xing suddenly opened his eyes.

Snow-white ceiling, faint smell of disinfectant.

Everything overlaps with the scene in memory.

Qiao Xing gasped for breath twice, then turned to look at the bedside.

The man had broad shoulders and a broad chest, with a tall and straight figure, wearing a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, a few strands of hair messily pasted on his forehead, and a pair of metallic gray eyes under his thick eyebrows.

Qiao Xing stared at the same but slightly different facial features for a full minute before recovering.

He felt the burning pain in his palm, looked down, and saw that his hand wrapped into a rice dumpling was resting on Wen Changrong's palm, and Wen Changrong's palm was slightly bent, supporting him vainly.

"You're sick!" Qiao Xing withdrew his hand and looked at Wen Changrong with reproachful eyes: "My hand was injured and you still pulled me!"

"..."

The man didn't speak, his cold gray pupils moved slightly and met his eyes.

"..."

Qiao Xing's body froze.

He swallowed his saliva, realizing that he really had the guts to scold the benefactor for illness.

"I'm sorry, sir..." Qiao Xing said, "I just woke up, and my mind is not clear."

"Yeah." Wen Changrong withdrew his empty palm, and then explained again, "You seemed to be having a nightmare just now, you insisted on holding your hand, and you cried and screamed if you didn't."

"... Oh." Qiao Xing wiped the corner of his eyes with his other good hand, and actually felt a little wet.

He said, "Thank you sir."

"Hmm." Wen Changrong responded, and asked him, "Did you faint yesterday?"

"Ok!"

"Why didn't I know you would still faint?"

"..."

Qiao Xing felt that this question was really new.

Ask him questions I don't know?

Does he look like the roundworm in Wen Changrong's stomach?

Qiao Xing looked at Wen Changrong, thought for a while, and replied:

"...Because you don't care about me."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Xing picked up the quilt to cover half of his chin, his eyes were wide open, and the amber pupils reflected the man's face, revealing a look of eagerness.

"..."

This look, this tone.

It seems to be explaining, it seems to be acting like a baby, and it seems to be complaining carefully.

Of course, there are some contrived pretending to be pitiful.

Wen Changrong moved his fingertips and reached out to pinch his face.

"Blame me?"

"I dare not."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, just pinched his cheek with his fingers, and asked again: "Does your hand still hurt?"

Qiao Xing nodded without hesitation.

"It hurts." He said, "It hurts so much, it made me cry just now."

"..."

"Before, all the pieces of porcelain were pierced into the flesh. My palms were full of pieces, big and small. It felt like some of them had been cut into tendons and blood flowed a lot."

"..."

"The bodyguard also kicked and hurt my leg. I fell down the stairs. I don't know how many times I rolled. Now not only my hands hurt, but my whole body hurts. I don't know if I fell to my head, and my head hurts too. "

That was not enough, he added:

"You know, I'm most afraid of pain."

The cannonballs are usually four sentences in a row, but what Qiao Xing said is the truth.

But he spoke very fast, with no expression on his face, and his gaze was fixed on Wen Changrong from beginning to end.

It's not like it really hurts.

It's like a person who doesn't feel pain is tearing open his own wound, deliberately showing the man how bloody it is.

"..."

Wen Changrong rested his fingers on his cheek and did not answer for a while.

Qiao Xing knew that, in fact, he should have said "it doesn't hurt" just now, and then squeezed out two tears to look pitiful.

In this way, Wen Changrong stepped down, and Wen Changrong knew that he was in pain, so he would feel sorry for him even more.

But he just didn't want to.

He didn't want Wen Changrong to step down so easily.

He wanted to tell how miserable he was, to let Wen Changrong know what he had suffered, to describe every inch of pain in the wound in detail, and even to magnify the state of the wound.

He wished he could take off the gauze and let Wen Changrong take a closer look at every inch of rotting flesh.

He wanted Wen Changrong to know what Wen Changrong's sitting idly by and Wen Changrong's wanton connivance had done to him.

He wanted Wen Changrong to feel guilty, and he wanted to see if Wen Changrong would not come to power.

This mentality is probably a bit like revenge.

The pain tortured his body, so he wanted to torture Wen Changrong with guilt and embarrassment.

"..."

It's a pity that in the face of such accusations, Wen Changrong just looked at him without saying a word, his gray pupils didn't seem to have any waves.

There is no distressed expression, nor the embarrassment of not getting off stage as imagined.

just watch.

It seems that the judge is listening to the victim's statement of what happened to him.

"..."

Qiao Xing suddenly felt that his behavior just now was a bit silly.

As early as four years ago, Wen Changrong knew exactly what Shen Qinlan had done, and even bumped into him a few times.

At that time, Wen Changrong didn't feel guilty or reacted in any other way. Why did he think that Wen Changrong should feel guilty or react in other ways now?

He should be like the weak little white flower heroine in the TV series, say with tears that it doesn't hurt, then lower his head and cry while covering his face.

Such a miserable appearance of wanting to refuse but still welcome, and eager to talk, might even arouse the sympathy of men.

It's better to give him a little more mental damage fee.

"..."

There was a long silence in the room, Qiao Xing suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly became tense, he asked: "My brother..."

"It's okay." Wen Changrong finally said, "Qin Lan doesn't even know where your brother is."

"He already mentioned the name of the nursing home! There are still rooms..."

"The nursing home is under renovation this month, and your brother has changed wards in the first ten days, and the entire inpatient building can only be entered by swiping an ID card, and outsiders can't enter at all. Also, there are cameras in the wards. I just confirmed it, your brother fine."

"..."

Qiao Xing was suspicious.

Wen Changrong didn't talk nonsense, picked up the phone and made a call.

"Li Yuan, it's me, Wen Changrong."

"Well, Qiao Xing is still not at ease, so I want to take a look."

"Okay, then I'll give him the phone."

Wen Changrong handed the phone to Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing took the phone, and within a few seconds, a video call from Li Yuan came over.

Qiao Xing hurriedly connected, and yelled when he saw the old man on the other end of the phone.

"President Li."

"Hey, Xiao Qiao." Li Yuan smiled at him: "I heard from Mr. Wen that you want to see your brother. I'm already in the ward. Let's take a look."

Li Yuan also knew that he was anxious, so he pointed the phone at the hospital bed immediately.

The young man on the hospital bed was lying down as usual, seemingly asleep.

Qiao Xing said, "I want to see the ventilator."

The dean showed him the ventilator.

"You lift the quilt, and I'll take a look at his body."

The dean lifted the quilt again.

All is well.

"Little Qiao, don't worry," finally, Dean Li carried the phone to the door of the ward.

I saw two tall men standing on both sides of the door of the ward. The men both had guns on their waists and a logo embroidered on their sleeves.

It's Wen's bodyguard.

Dean Li said: "Mr. Wen sent someone to guard it as early as a week ago, and the anti-theft bars on the windows have also been replaced. Nothing will happen."

……

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xing was temporarily relieved.

Wen Changrong put the phone back in his pocket and said:

"Don't worry, I will definitely guarantee your brother's safety."

"Oh..." Qiao Xing hesitated, and said, "Thank you sir."

"Should be."

"..."

The two were speechless for a while.

Just when Qiao Xing wanted to talk about something, Wen Changrong stood up.

"I still have something to do, you take care of yourself."

"Yeah!" This meant leaving, Qiao Xing waved the 'pig trotter': "Goodbye, sir."

Wen Changrong's eyes lingered on his hand for a few seconds, finally nodded and walked out.

……

The man's back disappeared at the door, Qiao Xing turned his gaze to the bedside table, and as expected, he saw a flat check.

The number on the check was so long that Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but wow in his heart.

Mr. Wen is really getting more and more generous.

If it goes on like this, it won't take long for him to support Xiao Xianrou to reach the pinnacle of his life!

Qiao Xing suddenly felt less pain in his hand.

He glanced at the arm that was still receiving the injection, and then at the needle and water bottle that was still half full.

Simply pull out the needle.

Cash the check first!

He just threw the needle aside and turned over to get out of bed, but there were two light knocks at the door.

The person who came was sitting on a silver wheelchair, but his back was straight, his eyebrows were warm, and he looked like he was standing upright.

Wen Changze tapped his fingers on the door panel, staring at him with a proper smile at the corner of his mouth.

"May I come inside?"