White-eyed wolf

54.

Yan Cheng didn't know how long he had been in a coma, it seemed to be very long, and it seemed to be very short. During this period of time, he felt as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, completely lost perception of the outside world, and he seemed to have a dream in his daze. , everything that happened in the dream was clear and profound, and he could even clearly realize that he was dreaming, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.

He took a few deep breaths with lingering fear, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of his own rapid breathing was in his ears.

Suddenly, he found something covering his eyes, and there was only a translucent black in his field of vision, and there was a stale and damp smell in the air.

It was... so uncomfortable.

The darkness is easy to bring fear, and fear makes him wake up from the chaos quickly. He struggles to remove the covering in front of him, but when he moves, he finds that his hands and feet are bound firmly by something.

Strong anxiety slowly spread from his back to his whole body. He recalled the fight with Yu Yun before he fell into a coma. He was thrown to the ground, and then something covered his mouth and nose...

There was a strange tactile sensation vaguely on the right wrist, very unreal, as if there was nothing there.

"Uh..." Yan Cheng tried his best to struggle twice, trying to break free, but it turned out that no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.

"...Yu Yun, what do you want to do?!" Yan Cheng roared into the air, but his voice was trembling, "Let me go!"

No one responded, the surroundings were so quiet that it was almost freezing, Yan Cheng swallowed nervously, and suddenly, he caught a slight metal collision in the silence.

"Yu Yun, I know you're here!" Yan Cheng said while struggling, "...do you think that if you don't speak and cover my eyes, I won't know it's you?"

There was a "click", and there was a clearer metal friction sound than before, followed by Yu Yun's casual question: "So?"

Yu Yun's sudden utterance made Yan Cheng tremble violently in fright.

"I advise you not to move around. I blindfolded you only out of humanitarianism. I don't care that you know it's me, and I have no intention of hiding it." Yu Yun explained in a cold and casual tone, with a desperate look calmly.

"...Wh, what humanitarianism?" Yan Cheng had a bad intuition, and subconsciously began to struggle, "What are you going to do, are you going to kill me? Let me tell you, if something happens to me, my parents will definitely not I will let you go, let me go! Fuck me, let me go!"

He writhed like an animal on a chopping board, and his voice was so terrified that all threats seemed impassive.

"It's really pitiful that you look scared, I feel very relieved," Yu Yun chuckled and continued, "I didn't intend to kill you, you guys owe me this life, Xie Minghui has already Pay it back, what I want to get from you is another thing."

"What? What do you want?" Yan Cheng tried hard to recall what happened that day, "We just... we just broke your hand, so how can we owe you a life?"

"It's just?" Yu Yun sneered, and then had an expected insight, "...Indeed, in the eyes of you people, it's just a hand."

Human beings are born unfair, and the difference in the environment and status creates different views and cognitions for each person, which leads to great deviations in concepts. Some people think that people are classified into high and low, and naturally some people believe that all people are created equal.

"...Today three years ago," Yu Yun recalled, the past was as vivid as yesterday, "What happened that day is really unforgettable..."

His tone was so gentle at the beginning, as if he was really recalling the past, but in the next second, he changed the subject and his voice became sharp: "Yes, you may not know, the phone call that Xie Minghui hung up on me, It was actually my mother's distress call. She had an asthma attack and couldn't find medicine. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have passed away in this way..."

Yu Yun gritted his teeth in hatred, and the next voice seemed to be squeezed out of a withered throat: "Can you imagine how painful it is to die of suffocation? You know that when I returned with all my injuries, what greeted me was my mother's body What is it like?"

Yan Cheng was so shocked that he didn't know how to react. He really didn't know about it, and he didn't even notice that Xie Minghui had hung up such a call.

Sometimes things are so coincidental, and unforgivable mistakes are often made when you don't realize it.

"My mother was poor all her life. I used the scholarship to buy her 100 yuan facial cream. She thought it was too expensive. She was accidentally nailed through a foreign car at home and dared not tell me. She was afraid that I would worry that it would affect my studies. She was finally struggling to get ahead. Ah..." When it came to his mother, the woman who had been with him for so many years, Yu Yun was obviously a little excited, "What did she do wrong to die in this way? Tell me? What did she do wrong?"

Of course it was impossible for Yan Cheng to answer, he was so horrified that he couldn't say a word at all, his mind was buzzing, subconsciously he knew that he had done something unforgivable, but his brain was still making excuses for himself.

People are always like this, being strict with others and tolerant to themselves.

Yu Yun paused for a long time, trying to calm himself down. When he spoke again, his tone was quite calm: "You ruined my right hand, and I want your right hand now, isn't it too much?"

Calm like everyday conversation.

But the more this happened, the more frightening it was. Yan Cheng only felt that his whole body, from his toes to the top of the sky, was so cold that it was frozen.

No one knows what it feels like to die, but everyone can imagine how painful it is to lose his right hand. No one who has been healthy for more than 20 years can accept a physical disability, not even a little finger.

"No, no, I was wrong," Yan Cheng shook his head desperately, struggling violently, like a fish just out of water, "I beg you, I can give you everything except this... I can help you hide Xie Minghui's matter , can make the police unable to find you for the rest of your life, I will give you enough money to make you live comfortably for the rest of your life, please, let me go!"

"Ah!" Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and Yan Cheng felt that something pierced the palm of his hand, and it was firmly fixed into the wooden board below.

He felt blood flowing, and his bones and muscles twitched with pain.

"Let you go?" Yu Yun asked with a sneer, then his voice suddenly rose, "When I begged you, did you let me go?"

Yan Cheng trembled in pain, cried and shook his head desperately.

"As for Xie Minghui..." Yu Yun paused, her tone full of contempt, "Have you heard of 'Never Doubt'? I have to thank the 13-year injustice case that caused a sensation in the country in [-] years. It is impossible to convict someone based on a person's confession alone, that is to say, even if I admit to the criminal process, the police will not dare to sentence me lightly if they can't find evidence."

Yu Yun took a deep breath and looked down at him: "Yan Cheng, this is already an unsolved case..."

"No, it's not..." If it was just fear just now, then Yan Cheng has now realized what despair is, and he feels regret for the first time in his life, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please, I'm sorry... ..."

This three-year-late apology was only uttered when the other party was threatened. Yu Yun suddenly felt that it was very ridiculous. He suppressed the grief in his heart and tried to keep his voice calm: "I have a five-year undergraduate degree and a five-year master's degree." , It took a total of ten years to stand on the operating table, do you know the concept of ten years? More than 500 days and nights, I dare not slack off in a single day, but you, it only takes ten seconds for you to ruin everything ..."

Yu Yun closed his eyes, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and the grief and anger hidden in his chest seemed to break through the shackles at any time, he continued: "...Before I met you, I always believed that people are originally good, so that I always I don't understand why you guys who are just in your early twenties can harbor so much malice towards me, until later I learned that Wang Bo's family absconded with money and caused another debtor to commit suicide, and Xie Minghui never put other people's lives in his eyes ... I finally know why I called the police before, but the police always procrastinated for various reasons. If it wasn't for a coincidence that I ran into you again, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know who you are... ...I really regret that I gave Wang Bo a hand..."

After finishing speaking, Yu Yun suddenly pulled out the scalpel that pierced Yan Cheng's palm. The handle, which was once a sacred life-saving blade, was now stained with sinful blood.

"Ah!" Yan Cheng screamed sharply, his jaw trembling uncontrollably due to the piercing pain.

Yu Yun looked at him coldly, completely losing the compassion of a doctor in his eyes: "... It is said that doctors are benevolent, but who has even half a sympathy for me? Some people are born evil, you guys People clearly enjoy the best resources in society, but don’t make any contribution to society, and live like maggots, why should I let you go?”

"No, don't..." Yan Cheng screamed, struggled, and begged bitterly, but Yu Yun was completely unmoved.

"You should thank me for giving you local anesthesia," Yu Yun said while cutting a tendon with a scalpel, "...otherwise you will be in a hundred times, a thousand times more pain than you are now!"

hand? !

Even though his eyes were blindfolded, Yan Cheng turned his head subconsciously, and there was that strange touch from his wrist again, as if something was pulling and cutting deep muscles, the metal blade was cold and sharp, but he couldn't feel it at all pain.

He realized that his hand was finished...

"Ah, ah..." Yan Cheng let out a desperate roar from the depths of his throat, and his whole body was shaking violently. He felt that his muscles were being ruthlessly cut by something, but he couldn't do anything, and his fear grew wildly. The vines surrounded and strangled him tightly, making him breathless. He shook his head and cried, saying indiscriminately, "It's not me, it's not me...it's Shen Zhao, it's Shen Zhao... ..."

Sure enough, upon hearing this sentence, Yu Yun stopped the movements in his hands.

Yan Cheng sensed his hesitation, choked up and asked him, "Aren't you wondering why we did this to you back then?"

Yu Yun frowned and said nothing, the scalpel in his left hand trembled very slightly.

"It's Shen Zhao," Yan Cheng shouted, "He said he would cut off your arms and break your wings, and he wanted you to never fly out!"

"It's Shen Zhao!"

……

If there really are karma and causal cycles in this world, then some tragedies are doomed long ago.

"Young Master Shen, just watch. When you enter the army for several years and don't come back, your brother will definitely run away."

"How dare he? After breaking his wings, I can see where he will go. Surgeons rely on such a thing for food. Where else can he go if he has no skills? It's a pity that his hands are really beautiful..."

"Hey, it's so good that you lose your hands? Tsk tsk tsk, aren't you afraid that people will hate you for the rest of your life?"

"Hold grudges? That's already a lifetime."