The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

10.

Wen Ziqian struggled in the intensive care unit for two days and two nights before he was out of danger. In two days, he issued the critical illness notice three times. Wen Yuanhang felt that he was numb from the pain.

One son had just been buried, and the other was pronounced paraplegic by a doctor.

He sat in the corridor, covering his face with his hands, feeling haggard.

The wound after the second operation was very large, from the level of the injury almost to the waist, and Wen Ziqian's thin body was almost cut in two.

After being transferred to the general ward, he was depressed all the time. As time passed, he became more silent, as if he had lost his soul.

"Da da da, Uncle Wang's gift is super delicious, do you want to try it?" Qin Cang lay beside the bed, blinking and smiling.

Wen Ziqian half closed his eyes, staring at the white wall, wondering what he was thinking.Lung hematoma and a low-grade fever after the operation. He could not sit up and had to prop his head up. His neck and head were almost flattened from sleep, and the pain of breathing could not be relieved.He was able to open his mouth slightly, and take a breath carefully little by little. The smiling expansion of his chest was a load on the injured chest, making him feel a torment every time he took a breath.

The body is so painful, how can I have an appetite.He didn't want to eat anything, but Qin Cang stalked him like a fly, coaxing him with a spoon.

"Ah, come on, open your mouth."

He moved his head slightly, half of his face buried in the quilt.

Qin Cang coaxed: "Be good, take a bite and you'll know, it's delicious."

"Get out..." he said weakly, hoping to be quiet for a while.But Qin Cang kept buzzing, and if he wasn't given a moment of peace, he felt a headache that was so painful that he was about to explode.

Qin Cang put the spoon by his lips, persevering, and with a wave of his left hand, he poured a pot of hot porridge on Qin Cang's hand.

The back of Qin Cang's hands were hot red, he stood up straight, covered his hands and smiled, "It's nothing, I'll get someone to clean it."

Wen Ziqian knew that he shouldn't take his anger out on others, and he also understood that Qin Cang was kind to him, but he couldn't control it, and his whole body was on the verge of erupting. For the slightest incident, his anger erupted like a volcano.

He closed his eyes and endured the pain day and night.His body was in real pain and he couldn't move or lie flat.A lot of phlegm accumulated in his throat, and he didn't even have the strength to spit it out. The doctor told him that his spine was broken, and he would never recover for the rest of his life.

He could clearly feel the existence of his legs before, but why?Why did you suddenly tell him that he was paralyzed?

Wen Yuanhang would visit him occasionally, and it would not exceed half an hour. When the two of them were alone, they hardly had a word to say.

Later, Wen Yuanhang came less and less frequently, and finally stopped coming at all.

Another month later, when he could finally sit up with a pillow, Wen Yuanhang came.

"The doctor said that you will be able to recover in a few days, and you will be discharged from the hospital soon." The two were silent for a long time, and Wen Yuanhang first broke the embarrassment between them.

Wen Ziqian's emaciated cheeks were sunken, his originally plump and fair skin became pale and green, and his eyes were slack, as if he was terminally ill.

He laughed at himself: "What's the use of rebuilding? Dad, I could have gotten better... You know, I could have gotten better... If it wasn't for Pan Qin, I wouldn't be what I am today. "

He was a little excited, his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe. He pinched the bed sheet with his left hand, and his veins protruded. He felt that he couldn't sit still at all, and he was about to fall down.

"Dad... I have become like this... Can no one give me justice?"

Wen Yuanhang sighed and said, "You are not in good health now, so don't get too excited. Your Aunt Pan is hospitalized, and Ziyi's accident hit her too hard."

Wen Ziqian looked at Wen Yuanhang, his eyes flickered with tiny expectations, and said, "Dad... tell the truth... do you also think that I am the murderer... I killed Ziyi? But...Dad , I didn't, I really didn't...you have to believe me..."

Wen Yuanhang didn't answer him, but his expression betrayed him.

The small light in the eyes gradually weakened and disappeared.

Everyone thought that because Wen Ziqian was deprived of his inheritance rights, he became angry and pushed Wen Ziyi down the stairs.

Whether it was intentional or not, Wen Ziyi's death was a fact.

The members of the Pan family wished to throw Wen Ziqian into prison and let him get the punishment he deserved.

If it wasn't for Wen Yuanhang's protection these days, Wen Ziqian might have been accused of a crime and thrown into prison.Wen Yuanhang and the Pan family were exhausted physically and mentally after dealing with the Pan family these days.

There was a dull thunder outside, and after a while, heavy rain beat on the window.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, but Wen Ziqian still felt cold, and his teeth trembled from the cold.

He heard Wen Yuanhang say slowly: "Everyone has gone... What's the point of saying this? Whether it's you or not, I only have a son like you left, so why should I send you to the prison with my own hands? He sighed heavily: "Be good at home from now on, your Aunt Pan will forgive you, even if she gets angry, don't mind too much, you have to understand her pain of losing her son, after all..."

"Get out!" Wen Ziqian couldn't take it anymore, and pulled off the items on the bedside table, the water glass and bowls and chopsticks were broken all over the floor.He instinctively threw himself forward, twisting his entire body on the bed.The bone in his right hand has not yet healed, and he is sweating coldly from the impact pain.

Wen Yuanhang wanted to help him, but he slapped him off. He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I killed Wen Ziyi, who made you partial, who told you to drive me out, I'm jealous, I can't wait for him to go Death, are you satisfied with this? Satisfied?"

He said, giggling, laughing tears flowed.

Wen Yuanhang sighed, he looked at his elder son who was almost insane, and didn't know how to comfort him.

He could only go out and let Qin Cang go in to accompany him.

Qin Cang lifted him up, only to see that his face was full of tears, and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying.

His chest hurt more and more, he could barely breathe, he watched his lower limbs start to shake inexplicably again, his legs kicked wildly and without rhythm, his back injury started to hurt sharply, reminding him that his body still had a back pain. with one life...

At that time, Wen Ziqian didn't believe what the doctor said. He believed that miracles would happen. When he was injured for the first time, didn't he also feel the touch of his lower limbs?

When it was time for reconstruction, he felt hopeless, because his right hand couldn't bear the force, and with only one left hand, he couldn't even do simple things like getting up and turning over.He couldn't leave people at all, he didn't feel his bowels, lying on the bed like a piece of frozen pork, at the mercy of others.

His 19th birthday was spent in the ward, and no one except Qin Cang spent it with him.

There are no cakes, candles and gifts, only the ticking of the monitor and the beeping of the ventilator. He spent 19 years in pain without making a wish, because he knew that such pain would accompany him to the last moment of his life.

He began to have nightmares, dreaming that Wen Ziyi wanted his life.When he woke up, he was sweating profusely. He looked at the darkness, and Qin Cang, who was sleeping next to him, was snoring soundly. He raised his hand to touch his thigh, and went all the way up until his chest was frozen by his icy fingertips. I shivered.

He trembled his lips, opened his eyes wide, and tears slipped down quietly.