you better leave me alone

Lin Zewu was left alone in the ward.

One minute ago, Wen Chen answered a phone call and went out on business. Before leaving, he left a lunch box.

It contains a boxy piece of white rice, green vegetables, egg custard, dried tofu with celery and two pieces of braised pork.

Lin Zewu was digging eggs with a spoon reluctantly, Wen Chen came back again, the communication on the screen of the mobile phone in his hand was still on, and he was talking with the person on the other end of the communication interface.

"Yes, a group of gangsters beat up a high school student, an underage high school student... lying in the hospital, okay, come and have a look."

The other side said, "Why are you suddenly meddling with a high school student?"

Wen Chen was standing by the window, and from the corner of his eye he saw Lin Zewu slowly picking up vegetables, and replied, "Be brave when you see justice."

The person at the other end showed his disbelief: "You can pull it down, how afraid are you of trouble? When I was a child, I didn't pick up ten yuan when I saw it on the road. I said that I was afraid of being blackmailed. You can't hide away when you see high school students fighting? At most, call the police for him."

It was so accurate that Wen Chen almost didn't bring it up in one breath.

"Okay, I'll come right over!"

There was a beeping sound of a car horn on the other end, which was very rampant. The other party cursed and hung up.

After the phone screen was turned off, Wen Chen found a chair, dragged it to the bedside, and organized his speech to talk to Lin Zewu.

First of all, don't be too fierce, this is a minor who has just been beaten.

Secondly, don't be too wordy, this is a weak patient after all.

Holding the chopsticks with difficulty to prevent them from sliding down between his fingers, a shadow was cast over his head, Lin Zewu paused, ignored him, and continued to fish for vegetables.

Wen Chen spoke by himself. He leaned against the back of the chair, tapped his fingertips on his knees, and then stopped: "Do you smoke?"

Lin Zewu was stunned for a while, then shook his head: "No smoking."

The next question followed: "Drink?"

"Don't drink."

"Hot head?"

"……No."

A perm costs several hundred if it is cheap, and two hundred and sixty for the barber shop in the alley.

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows in satisfaction: "The matter is simple."

Lin Zewu paused: "What is it?"

Wen Chen looked unpredictable with his arms folded, and his suit was neat and clean. Hearing this, his eyes fell on the top of his black hair, implying something.

"Let local ruffians be beaten severely by the society. In recent years, our country's anti-pornography and crime-fighting is no joke."

It was the first time for Lin Zewu to experience such a positive energy at such a close distance, and he was immediately stunned by the iron bars of the law, speechless for a while.

The atmosphere gradually became weird, and there were three knocks on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

Wen Chen said, "Go in."

A man walked in from outside the door. He was in his 20s with a cropped cut and dark skin. He looked like someone who had been running around all the year round. It was only when he approached Lin Zewu that he was clearly wearing a police uniform.

This is a cop.

After realizing this fact, Lin Zewu became subconsciously solemn.

The policeman came in and took a look at Lin Zewu, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his expression immediately made a 180-degree turn, from relaxed and lazy to a seriousness visible to the naked eye.

"It was so hard." He picked up the bedside case and flipped through two pages, his brows gradually furrowed, "Cracked left shoulder?"

Wen Chen said: "There are still a few films that haven't come out yet."

The policeman read his name: "Lin Zewu?"

"This is Officer Ma Yangma." Wen Chen introduced, and then told Lin Zewu, "Tell him the matter."

"Don't be nervous, I'm Wen Chen's kid, you..." Ma Yang's eyes froze suddenly.

Ma Yang finally saw Lin Zewu's face hidden behind the blue and purple mark clearly. He seemed to think of something, touched his chin and thought for a while. The eyes of a policeman have deterrent power. Even if he doesn't speak, the atmosphere in the whole ward They all froze strangely.

Lin Zewu was wary and didn't speak.

Ma Yang didn't recover until he heard Chen cough twice.

He took out a pen and paper and walked over, curling up the corners of his mouth and showing his big white teeth, trying to look as amiable as possible.

"How did it become like this? Tell the police uncle the whole story."

The standing policeman lowered his head to record and occasionally asked a question.

In the middle of the recording, Lin Zewu looked at Wen Chen, who had consciously left since the beginning of the question, and was standing by the window watching the financial news on his mobile phone, frowning slightly.

Seen from a distance, he has an aura of not being close to others.

"...You mean they extorted money from the students? And beat the students..." Ma Yang raised his eyes and found that he was distracted, and raised his hand in front of his eyes.

Lin Zewu turned his head, his eyes were a little dull.

Ma Yang followed his line of sight, remembered something, and sat on the stool happily.

"He really sent you to the hospital?"

Wen Chen paused while holding the phone, and gave him a sideways look, his eyes full of warning.

Lin Zewu nodded.

"Hey! That's a good relationship. Let me tell you, he was a child—oh!"

Ma Yang shrugged with a smile, and wanted to say something, but was pushed out of the door by the collar.

"Young Master Wen, you are not kind, what's wrong with chatting? Minors need people like us to guide the direction, otherwise they will be beaten into autism, and the flowers of the motherland must be fertilized regularly."

Wen Chen Xin said that your direction is clearly biased towards my hometown, how could I let you say that.

Wen Chen stood motionless at the door, with his well-tailored outfit and his cold expression, people passing by all took a look at him.

Ma Yang grabbed the door frame, restrained his expression, and said solemnly: "Let's talk, we have something to do."

Wen Chen Gaogui gave him a cold look: "Say."

"Here?" Ma Yang expressed hesitation, he lifted his chin inward, "about 'that'."

In the ward, Lin Zewu picked up a spoon to dig egg custard. At his current speed, he could probably eat a meal for an hour.

Ma Yang said, "It's business."

Wen Chen pulled the door and Ma Yang went out.

In the corridor of the inpatient department, there are scattered people sitting in the sun.

"I've seen him." Ma Yang admitted bluntly by leaning on the railing, and he recalled, "I saw him in the bureau about a year ago."

Got into a game a year ago?

Wen Chen asked, "Because of what?"

"Fighting, he beat a drunk man, and the man's front teeth were broken, but he didn't get any benefits." Ma Yang clicked his tongue when he remembered the scene, and told him, "This high school student lives in a deep alley, There is only one mother in the family. She just woke up from a vegetative state a few years ago. She couldn't walk and her brain was a little bit wrong. The drunk man ran to their house to do something while he was drunk, and he threw a stool on his face. On the spot, someone was drunk and sobered up, and the two got into a fight, and finally the neighbors called the police, and they were all arrested and brought back to the police station."

"..." Wen Chen was speechless.

Ma Yang sighed and scratched the short hair on his head: "It's a pity, I have seen his file, and his grades in junior high school are among the best, and he is not sure whether he can read it now. Hey, did he ask for leave from school? Remember to make up for him. ha."

leave note, leave note, leave note.

Can't be kicked out Can't be kicked out Can't be kicked out

Wen Chen nodded silently.

"Okay, then I'll take a step first and tell you when I have news."

Ma Yang patted him on the shoulder and left first.

Wen Chen was left alone in the corridor thinking about life, listening to the chatter of the people next door, from the stock market to venture capital, a mess of nonsense, more unreliable than the two front teeth smashed by a drunk.

Wen Chen couldn't take it anymore, turned and left.

The nurse came again on the way to replace Lin Zewu with another three infusion bags, and the action was swift and crisp.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?" Lin Zewu stared at the needle on the back of his hand in a daze.

The nurse opened the opening of the glass bottle, put the needle in, and replied: "Observe for two more days, wait for the film to come out to see the situation, you vomit blood, do you know, if something happens to the internal organs, it is a big problem."

Lin Zewu opened his mouth: "What if I get hurt?"

"Surgery or rest, come, turn sideways."

Lin Zewu was at a loss: "What are you doing?"

Before Lin Zewu could react, the nurse pushed his waist and turned sideways, carefully avoiding his wound, and the words he said bombarded his brain.

"Take off your pants by yourself."

This is the picture of Wen Chen Jinmen, Lin Zewu has no expression on his face, his earlobe is red enough to drip, he is holding the waistband of his hospital gown, his face is full of hesitation.

The nurse almost did it by herself: "It doesn't hurt, just one stick, and it can be done in less than ten seconds... OK, half of it can be taken off, don't move—"

Insert the needle and then pull it out, the whole process is smooth and smooth.

After the injection, Lin Zewu covered the quilt with his backhand, creating an illusion that nothing happened.

The nurse was still comforting him: "My sister has been in this business for more than ten years, so there's no need to be shy."

Lin Zewu breathed peacefully and looked very calm. Seeing that he was acting normally, the nurse gradually became silent. After collecting the garbage, she opened the curtain and pushed the cart to the next bed.

Lin Zewu pursed his lips, straightened up, and just turned his head, his face was stiff.

Wen Chen leaned against the wall, raised his left hand and waved at him. This expression meant "to be honest, I saw the whole process".

Lin Zewu's face turned red "bass", "When are you coming back?"

"Just now."

"..."

Wen Chen walked in calmly: "It's okay, I'm nearsighted by a thousand degrees, and I can't see anything clearly."

Lin Zewu: "...Really?"

Wen Chen glanced at him in surprise: "Of course it's fake, how can you not wear glasses if you're nearsighted by a thousand degrees?"

Lin Zewu: "..."

Wen Chen took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. The moment Lin Zewu approached, he inevitably smelled men's cologne, which was bitter and woody, and sprayed on his sleeves and neckline.

I only heard Chen Piao Piao said: "But I will pretend to be short-sighted, which is good for both of us. Adults are always a little bit out of control in society, and I'm used to it."

Lin Zewu: "......"

The hospital bed was separated from the middle by a cloth curtain, and the bed next door had just finished cutting hemorrhoids, and was crying "Ouch, Ouch" after the anesthesia was over. This sound made people noisy at night, but now it is a good thing to relieve Lin Zewu's embarrassment.

Wen Chen took out his mobile phone to take pictures of his case, and said very naturally: "Give me your class teacher's mobile phone number."

Lin Zewu's heart tightened: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Chen didn't raise his eyes: "Please leave."

Then he paused for a while, and raised his eyelids to look over.

"I remember that you were outside during the last few classes, you..."

Lin Zewu held his breath.

Wen Chen asked him seriously: "Is there a leave note?"

Lin Zewu is woody.