Thunder can't catch fire

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is very strong. For so many years, Han Zheng has seen many bloody scenes. nausea.

He knew a colleague who came to investigate in the institute, and he was one of the first batch of students he had brought.

Han Zheng cooperated and finished the notes and had a meeting again. He patted the little comrade on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, it's the New Year's Eve."

The comrade named Xiao Xiao sighed: "We're fine, we've gotten used to it, it's Brother Zheng, your friend...it's serious. We were supposed to have a good year, but now everyone has run away. Where are we going in a short time? Find it."

"I don't know the specific situation." At that time, Qin Feifei's mini was not easy to back up, so he backed up and down several times, and finally drove the car back to find another way to go out, just in time to see Zhou Yan being beaten.But at that time, the rescuers just arrived.

Han Zheng took out a transparent sealed bag from his pocket, and there was a driver's license in it: "The one I picked up on the ground may have been dropped by one of them."

Xiao Xiao took a look at it and said, "Okay, I'll check it when I get back."

It was the next morning when Zhou Yan woke up, the sun was shining brightly, he just opened his eyes and closed them immediately, it was too dazzling.

And it hurts so much, it hurts everywhere.

"You have multiple fractures in your arms, ribs, and legs, but there should be no internal bleeding. Take a good rest."

Han Zheng's deep voice suddenly sounded, caught off guard, Zhou Yan opened his eyes reluctantly like a conditioned reflex, and immediately saw the man standing at the end of the bed.

The black coat stands awe-inspiring.

Even in the hospital, it is also extraordinary.

"Bah..." Zhou Yan wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move anywhere, and his heart ached when he moved.

Han Zheng looked at him coldly: "Don't worry about it, you'll be hurt for a hundred days." He raised his hand to look at his watch, "Someone will come and take notes for you later."

Zhou Yan was silent for a few seconds: "You called the ambulance and police car?"

He couldn't remember anything else, he only knew that before he fell into a coma, he heard two voices and thought, hey, he won't die this time.

Sorry.

"No, it's called by your neighbor, an aunt."

As soon as Han Zheng said Zhou Yan, he knew that it was probably the snarky woman holding the child at the door.

"Where are those bastards? Have you caught them?"

"No."

Zhou Yan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, not very surprised: "Hey, I didn't even see a few people clearly."

"I see clearly." Han Zheng said suddenly, staring into his eyes with sharp eyes, "four people, with an average height of 40, burly build, and their age is not more than [-] years old."

"Tsk tsk, sure enough, as expected of a professor, in that environment..." He forced a smile, and immediately grinned his teeth in pain. After Zhou Yan thought about it, he guessed that his face was also injured, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. pig head.

Han Zheng sneered and yelled at him: "It's such an ugly smile."

"What else? Crying? I call it smiling and facing life."

"Don't be poor. You know what's going on in your heart."

Zhou Yan and him looked at each other for a while, then calmly looked away: "I don't know."

"If you have anything to say, you can tell the police yourself when you will make the record." Han Zheng said, "Only a driver's license was found at the scene, I don't know..."

"That driver's license is mine!"

Zhou Yan's voice suddenly increased, and Han Zheng frowned: "The name on it is not you."

"I know. It's Luo." He didn't say the name, "My friend. And the driver's license has been invalidated long ago. Give it back to me."

Han Zheng just looked at him like this, as if he wanted to see through him: "I gave it to the police. You ask them to go."

"...Oh." He agreed, and Han Zheng keenly noticed that the muscles in his unbroken arm were tense.

Han Zheng looked away: "Your cell phone rang this morning. It was the hotel owner who called. I asked for leave for you. The boss said he was too busy and sent an employee representative to see you."

Zhou Yan's eyes widened upon hearing this.

And... employee representatives?This old Diao, maybe he thought he was going to die soon, so let's send a wreath.

He didn't ask Han Zheng about last night's situation in detail, and he didn't know if he accompanied his old friend to drink after sending him to the hospital, or simply stayed with him all night.He was so timid that he didn't dare to ask, because he was afraid to ask, so he made it clear that he owed him such a big favor.

Money debts and favor debts are all owed, how can I pay back...

Just thinking about it makes my head hurt even more.

After Xiao Xiao came to take notes for him, he returned the driver's license to him. When he left, he still asked without giving up: "Did you really have any enmity with anyone? You are so ruthless..."

"No."

"Okay." Xiao Xiao sighed, "Take care of it well, let us know what you think of, and we will notify you if we have any news."

After Xiao Xiao left, Zhou Yan was the only one left in the ward, and the nurse didn't come in for a long time. He stared blankly at the bird's nest on the tree outside the window, and then Boss Diao appeared.

He was startled when he saw Zhou Yan like this, put down the fruit basket in his hand, looked at him carefully, and kept marveling: "I wanted to send an employee to visit you, but it turned out that no one could do without anyone, only My old Diao is the most leisurely. Tsk tsk tsk, why did you not see me all night, and made such a virtue?"

In fact, Boss Diao came to see him in person, Zhou Yan was worried.He had only been on the job for one day, and when this happened, he might be fired.

These days, finding a job is difficult, but recruiting is much easier.

But Boss Diao obviously didn't hide his thoughts. As soon as the nurse came in, he caught him and asked Zhou Yan how his injury was and how long it would take to recover.

After hearing the little nurse's ambiguous answer, he frowned and was dissatisfied: "Why did it take so long, can you do nothing to make him recover quickly?"

The little nurse silently rolled her eyes: "Uncle, he has multiple fractures, look at his current state, it's not bad that he's not disabled."

Zhou Yan felt a little sorry: "I'm sorry, Boss Diao, for causing you trouble."

Boss Diao waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I know it's not easy for you young people. It hurts so much, I thought if you were my son... oh no, no, I can't think about it anymore, if you think about it, you will grow old I was in tears."

Boss Diao was quite humorous, Zhou Yan couldn't help laughing, his ribs were torn, and he grinned in pain.

Zhou Yan reckoned that his life would not be easy in the future, and lying here was a waste of money.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, calculating how much money he still had.There are rent, water and electricity bills, medical bills, money owed to Han Zheng, and...his daily living expenses.

He sighed silently, no matter what, it was not enough.

He took out his mobile phone and looked through the address book. There were very few people on it. If he wanted to borrow money, he had to go to that person, but he didn't want to go to him.At least, not on my own initiative, nor for this kind of thing.

Han Zheng came to bring him dinner, radish bone soup and two light vegetarian dishes, with a strong aroma, Zhou Yan had a disabled right hand, so he could only eat with his left hand, move the spoon and the lunch box.

After going back and forth, Han Zheng couldn't stand it: "Want to help?"

Zhou Yan raised his head: "How can I help? Can you feed me?"

Han Zheng glanced at Zhou Yan coldly.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to feed him. At best, he would just help him with his lunch box or spoon a bowl of soup.

But with someone to help, Zhou Yan didn't have to work so hard to eat, and he finished eating in 15 minutes.

Maybe he was very hungry. Although he was sick in bed, he still had a good appetite. He ate everything he brought, even a pot of soup.

It was also because after drinking a pot of soup, the urge to urinate naturally came up.

Zhou Yan struggled for a long time, but still said: "I want to go to the bathroom. Help me?"

"large and small sizes?"

Han Zheng didn't change his expression when he asked, it was still the same ice face.

Zhou Yan said, "Trumpet."

Zhou Yan's right hand and left leg were useless, and it was difficult to support them. Fortunately, Han Zheng was tall and strong. After the two entered the bathroom, Han Zheng didn't seem to want to leave.

Zhou Yan was a little embarrassed: "Do you want to go out first?"

"Can you do it alone?" Han Zheng frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"It works."

Well, not really.

Han Zheng was waiting for him at the door. Zhou Yan tremblingly unbuttoned his trousers, put on the water, put on his trousers, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands. It took him 10 minutes, and he almost fell and ate shit in the middle.

But forget it, it’s already embarrassing enough to ask Han Zheng to take care of him with tea and water, so why not ask him to serve him a whole set of food and drink...

Zhou Yan was shameless, but Han Zheng seemed to feel that he was shameless.

Seeing Han Zheng laying a quilt on the bed next to him, Zhou Yan put on a frightened face, wishing he could jump up on the spot: "What are you doing?"

Han Zheng stopped his movements and turned his head to look at him, as if looking at a psychopath: "I'm going to sleep here tonight. What's the matter?"

Zhou Yan shook his head: "Thank you, you can go back, I'm fine by myself."

Han Zheng smiled when he heard the words: "What should you do if you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Solve it on the spot?"

This is a good question, Zhou Yan can't answer it, he really needs someone to help him, but that person should not be Han Zheng.

"Don't think about it. I used to be a soldier and got used to all kinds of environments. It doesn't matter where I sleep."

After making the bed, Han Zheng picked up the hot water bottle to fetch water: "I can't take a bath, so I'll bring some water to wipe your body."

I have to say that Han Zheng is really a very conscientious caregiver. If he hadn't known about his amazing profession, Zhou Yan would have suspected that he used to specialize in this profession, and he was unequivocal in his actions.

When Han Zheng took off his hospital gown, Zhou Yan turned his head unnaturally.

In fact, he wanted to say that he came by himself, but he was afraid that Han Zheng would say his mother-in-law.

Zhou Yan's skin is fair and clear, without any muscles or fat, but he is not as thin as he appears on the surface, and his figure is not bad, and he is very impressive.It's just that there are too many black and blue lumps left by the stick, which looks very scary.

Han Zheng soaked the towel in hot water, twisted it, and wiped it lightly. Zhou Yan gritted his teeth in pain and sweated coldly.

Now let's start... really unambiguous.

When it was time to take off his pants, Zhou Yan waved his hands directly and said, "I... I'd better do it myself."

Unexpectedly, Han Zheng didn't refuse, gave him the towel, and went out.

When he came back, Zhou Yan had cleaned himself up, even washed his face, looking refreshed.

Han Zheng was about to go out with the basin of water, but when he was going out, he bumped into Luo Yujing and Luo Jinfeng who were coming in.

Perhaps it was because of his profession, he had a good memory of faces, and he recognized Luo Yujing immediately, even though she was wearing heavy makeup that day, but today, with her bare face facing the sky, she looked like a different person.

Luo Yujing also recognized him, frowned, then pulled Luo Jinfeng around him and walked in.

Han Zheng's footsteps slowed down unconsciously.