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Seeing someone fainted on the ground, Cen Hang threw his horsewhip on the floor, waved his hand exhaustedly to let Uncle Ping go, and fell back on the sofa, "Call Dr. Song over."

In the dead of night, there was a click sound in the room. Song Yuan fastened the medicine box, looked sideways at the blood-stained gauze on the table, frowned and sighed, "Why do you have to do such a heavy hand? Fortunately, the amount of blood oozing is not a lot, but ..." Seeing Cen Xun lying on the bed with a pale face, he sighed again, "Even if the injury on the back recovers, the scar probably won't go away."

He was startled when he entered the room. Cen Xun's pajamas were ragged and torn to pieces by the horsewhip. After carefully tearing off the pieces, Song Yuan hurriedly gave Cen Xun a dose of anesthesia. The wound on his back needed to be disinfected with alcohol. In terms of anesthesia, even if the wounded is unconscious during the treatment, it is too difficult.

Song Yuan is the best private doctor in city A. He has dealt with countless cases of dandies being beaten by their parents in the middle of the night, but most of them were minor punishments and major punishments. I have never met someone who was so ruthless, let alone a minor. child.

Uncle Ping stood by the bed, annoyed that he had caused a catastrophe this time. Cen Hang leaned against the wall and was about to answer when his phone rang suddenly. Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he hesitated and picked it up. It was not Mu Wan's voice that came, "Hello, this is..."

Cen Hang hung up the phone with a gloomy expression, nodded to Song Yuan to express his trouble, and then turned his head to tell Uncle Ping, "Xiao Xun is in your hands. I have something to go to the Central Hospital."

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Cen Xun had a high fever in the middle of the night, Song Yuan didn't dare to be lighthearted, he hung his spirits and watched the whole night, and did not leave until the situation stabilized. Cen Xun struggled in a coma, and when he woke up, it was already two days later, and he opened his eyes weakly, unable to Thinking of Cen Hang sitting on the bedside, playing with his cell phone, with a solemn expression, seeing that someone woke up, he put Cen Xun's cell phone back into his pocket, and looked up with piercingly cold eyes, "Your mother had a car accident. , Rescue at the hospital was ineffective, gone.”

It was raining outside the window, the thunder roared, and the lightning pierced the room for a moment, and it was strangely bright. Cen Xun felt as if he had been struck by lightning in the coldness of his body, and his spirit that had just recovered from a high fever was instantly drained, as if listening to What he saw was an absurd lie, and the suffocation that hit his face made him tremble with gratitude, and he coughed violently, with a deep cough that couldn't stop panting, "You lied."

Cen Hang sighed, put the things at his feet on the bedside table, and silently and cruelly finalized that it was a limited-edition designer bag. Cen Xun rarely saw his mother, but he still remembered that it was Mu Wan's last bag. For the brand he likes, he has not recovered from the shock, but Cen Hang turned to the new driver and told him, "In the next month, remember to pick up Dr. Song after he gets off work and check the situation with Xiao Xun."

Cen Xun suddenly stopped coughing, turned his head to stare at the man in front of him, and heard him say, "The school has already notified the dean to help you drop out of school. Anyway, it will only take a week. When you recover from your injuries, send someone to accompany you." You go to study in England."

He didn't mention the funeral at all. Cen Hang suppressed the matter of separation for the sake of the election. Now that the Muwan people are gone, he even frantically wants to take the opportunity to use the dead to act out a love affair. It is absolutely impossible for him to let Cen Xun make a mistake at this juncture, and he does not even want Cen Xun to attend the funeral.

Tears rolled in his eyes, Cen Xun never wanted to show weakness in front of his father, but he never thought that people could be so ruthless, he couldn't stop shivering from the cold, the man in front of him was a demon who killed people without blood, he could easily kill him To bear the pain of his wife's death, and to erase any residual traces that might be unfavorable to him on his son, Cen Xun could not be his opponent at all, like a cub crawling on the ground, completely shrouded in shadow, I can only whimper helplessly and ask for whatever I want.

Now even the little thought he had left was killed by his own father.

The rain kept falling, and the raindrops fell on the window sill and ticked. Yan Huaiqing had been insomnia for several days. After accompanying his father to the hospital for a checkup, the image of the doctor's comfort kept replaying in his mind. He and Yan Xiangyu sat side by side, holding each other tightly. Looking at his father's physical examination report, his heart seemed to stop at that moment. Accidents always come unexpectedly, and there is no chance for people to breathe. He stared at the misty rain curtain and sighed. Hearing his father's voice softly behind him, "Son! Come and chat with dad to relieve boredom~"

Yan Xiangyu was very open-minded in this matter, and Yan Huaiqing's confusion was dispelled by his calm and brisk tone, he calmed down his emotions, put on a smiling face, turned around and walked towards the hospital bed, "Here we are."

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Life always needs to face a lot of helplessness. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident. Just like this person standing in front of him suddenly, the fragments of time are gradually shattered and split in Yan Huaiqing's mind. Unexpectedly, when we meet again, the time has passed and the situation has changed. He is full of emotions, but the warmth that he has not seen for a long time rises in his sighs. He bends his eyebrows and responds softly, "Long time no see!"