The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

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Wen Ziqian stayed in the hospital for ten days before Xie Bo reluctantly agreed to let him go.

"Don't be too tired when you go home, pay attention to rest, you have to rest for at least ten days and half a month, did you hear me!"

Wen Ziqian nodded while flipping through the documents in his hands without even looking at Xie Bo.

If A Bin hadn't stopped him, Xie Bo would have rushed over to grab the documents again.

"Doctor Xie calm down, just a few urgent documents, which must be signed today."

Xie Bo was about to scold: There will be no one in your company, even the disabled.

Wen Ziqian's gentle voice sounded slowly, neither sad nor happy: "A person can have everything in his life, but he can't be sick, and he can have nothing, but he can't be without money." He raised his head and glanced at Xie Bo , still expressionless, said: "This is a world where the weak and the strong prey on you. No one will tolerate you three points because of your sickness and disability. They will only be aggressive until they eat you."

Xie Bo frowned and said, "But without health, what's the use of asking for more money?"

The corner of Wen Ziqian's mouth slightly raised an arc, and said, "I already lost my health, wouldn't it be even worse if I had no money? Would an expensive private hospital like yours treat a penniless paralyzed man with all his heart?"

Xie Bo was powerless to refute, the real society, the most naked human nature.

After Wen Ziqian was discharged from the hospital, he didn't have time to rest, so he went to the hospital first to check on Wen Yuanhang.

"Why... lost weight again?" Wen Yuanhang's condition was getting worse and worse, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

Wen Ziqian touched his forehead, and said softly: "I'm fine, but Dad, you need to get better soon, and you can't give up, okay?"

Wen Yuanhang inserted a nasal feeding, and pulled the catheter while talking, which made him very uncomfortable.After a while, when the discomfort eased, he said slowly: "Dad...maybe it won't get better...don't be too sad..."

Wen Ziqian couldn't see much emotion on his face. He inserted his fingers into his father's white hair and helped him straighten it out.

"At that time... when I was injured... I said to myself... If you die... I will never shed a tear..."

"What now?" Wen Yuanhang looked at him.

Wen Ziqian covered him with a quilt, smiled and said, "If you give me all your shares, I will cry in your mourning hall for three days and three nights..."

On the way back to the company, Wen Ziqian looked out the window in silence, until A Bin asked him, "Where does it hurt?" He realized that his face was full of tears.

"It hurts... This broken body hurts everywhere..." Wen Ziqian gritted his teeth while pressing his forehead against the window.

When he arrived at the company, he first called the heads of various departments together for a business meeting.It was delayed for ten days, and a lot of work was backlogged. The supervisors asked for instructions one by one, and he assigned them one by one.

The lung function has not yet fully recovered, and the girdle cannot be worn, and it is hard to breathe when wearing it.

At the end of the drive, Wen Ziqian didn't care about face, and almost lay down on the conference table.

The supervisors looked down at the documents and pretended to report to work as if nothing had happened, feeling extremely embarrassed in their hearts.

"It's been a long time for everyone to work hard. The Emerald City project has been won, and I will congratulate everyone."

Wen Ziqian forced everyone to leave, then reached under the table and held down Jumping's knees.His legs were bound firmly with restraints, and he thanked himself for his foresight.

A Bin ran over and squatted down to help him press his legs. His ankles were tied to the wheelchair. His spastic legs didn't bounce much, but the muscles he touched were very tense, and his knees were tightly pressed together. chug.

A Bin touched the stiff muscles and thought: It must be very painful, it feels very painful to touch.

Wen Ziqian's sweat dripped on A Bin's face, A Bin saw him sweating like rain, and said anxiously: "It's all right, don't faint."

Wen Ziqian closed his eyes and pressed his lips tightly, not wanting to speak because of the pain.

"Push you back upstairs." He said, holding onto Wen Ziqian's shoulders, trying to help him sit up straight so that he could rest on the back of the chair.

Wen Ziqian's back was already hunched, and he felt like he would fall headlong at any moment. He lowered his head and clenched his teeth tightly. He grabbed the armrest with both hands, and the meridians on the back of his hands were clearly visible.He forced himself to inhale and exhale, shook his head with difficulty, his voice was hoarse: "Don't touch me..."

He was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up.

A Bin squatted on the ground and did not dare to move, Wen Ziqian said: "Shoulders...raise it up..."

A Bin quickly half-kneeled, his body straightened.Wen Ziqian's body softened, and his forehead rested on his shoulder, which startled him.

"Don't move..." Wen Ziqian said weakly.

A Bin stiffened his neck and supported Wen Ziqian's precarious body with his shoulders.He didn't know if Wen Ziqian fell asleep, or was thinking about something to distract his attention... Slowly he felt Wen Ziqian's convulsive and trembling body slowly calm down, and then he heard a soft and long exhalation sound.

Wen Ziqian supported his shoulders to sit upright, his arms trembled a little, his right hand was more intense, he could only put it on his lap and wait for it to calm down.

"Why do you sweat more than I do?" Wen Ziqian said looking at A Bin's face.

A Bin wiped off his sweat and said, "I'm nervous. I'm afraid you'll have another asthma attack. I forgot to take my medicine. My mother, my heart is pounding."

Wen Ziqian leaned on the back of the chair, a little exhausted, and smiled.

"Fortunately, the relief was quick this time." A Bin said.

Wen Ziqian said slowly: "Well...I just thought...he was pinching my toes hard...the effect is pretty good..."

A Bin didn't understand: "What? Who?"

Wen Ziqian squeezed his left fist and felt that his strength had come back. With his left hand, he pressed hard on the palm of his right hand, and straightened the curled fingers. After repeating this several times, his right hand also stopped.

"It's nothing." He adjusted the collar of his suit and said, "Push me out."

On the way upstairs, Wen Ziqian returned to his cold expression of refusal. When someone greeted him, he nodded slightly in response.

A Bin pushed him from behind, thinking: If you are tired, say you are tired, if you feel pain, say it hurts, how tiring it is to live in such full armor.

I watched President Wen go up the stairs with a serious look on his face. As soon as he entered the lounge, he heard him heaving a sigh of relief, and his shoulders collapsed from exhaustion.

The posturing is finally over, so why bother?A Bin secretly shook his head.

"Help me." Wen Ziqian said wearily.

A Bin hurriedly lowered his head, let Wen Ziqian put his hands on his neck, put one hand under his armpit to support his back, and put his arms around the knee sockets of his legs with the other.He felt that Wen Ziqian had lost weight again. Although he seldom hugged him, the weight loss was very obvious this time.

Wen Ziqian was lying on the bed with only his dark blue striped suit jacket off, his white shirt still tucked into his trousers, his waist was so thin that it could be folded easily, his lower abdomen was so flat that it was even a little concave.

A Bin felt that this body did not look like a paraplegic at all, with no excess fat, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and slender limbs. Lying on the bed, it was as pleasing to the eye as a graphic pictorial.

Wen Ziqian put his left hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and said, "Help me take off my shoes."

A Bin let out an "oh" and bent over to untie his shoelaces.For ankle boots, you have to loosen all the laces before you can take off the shoes.The feet were freed from the confinement of the shoes, and the toes immediately drooped, stretching freely into the distance.A Bin looked at the person on the bed, his feet stretched out in a shirt and trousers, a little lost in thought.Armed with suits and leather shoes, Wen Ziqian has the aura of strategizing and controlling the overall situation even sitting in a wheelchair, but a pair of useless feet are exposed in view, and suddenly he feels that those are just bluffs, the slightly arched instep and the abandoned ankles reveal the powerlessness of the master .

A Bin sighed, pulled the quilt to gently cover him, and backed out.

Wen Ziqian slept soundly this time, maybe because he was too tired, he fell asleep after a while.He was sleeping soundly, when suddenly a bell rang tore through his dream, and he was so frightened that his heart jumped up, beating wildly.He has the urge to get up, no matter in the morning or noon, low blood pressure makes him dizzy and headache, especially when he wakes up suddenly.

The phone was still ringing "tick-tick" by the pillow, and the mood that had finally calmed down was overwhelmed again, and the anger in his stomach was unbearable. He raised his hand to grab the phone and wanted to throw it out. When the screen flashed past his eyes, he He paused, then answered the phone.

"Hello." He deliberately cleared his throat so that his voice would not sound so low.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. He frowned and said displeasedly, "Speak up, Qin Cang!"

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Wen Ziqian was also silent. The two of them were separated by the phone, as if they were separated in two worlds.

Wen Ziqian felt a headache, hung up the phone, just after hanging up, it rang again, endless pestering.

"Qin Cang..." Wen Ziqian sighed, "Speak up...I want to hear your voice..."

"Don't hide from me..." The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse.

"I didn't hide from you." Wen Ziqian said.

"Don't hate me..." The hoarse voice began to tremble.

"I didn't hate you... I never..." Wen Ziqian said firmly.

"Even if you don't love me...please let me love you..."

Wen Ziqian heard the slight suppressed crying, and he could imagine Qin Cang gritted his teeth and endured it. He felt his heart was broken, and the voice was so soft that even he didn't think it was his own. "Boy, why are you crying? How big is it? I'm not angry anymore. You can go home. I'll cook for you at night."

On the other end of the phone, the suppressed crying turned into a heart-piercing howl. Wen Ziqian put the phone to his ear and sighed inaudibly.