back from trouble

"Believe in this exhibition, our guests present..."

"what!"

In the quiet crowd below the stage, a scream suddenly broke out.

Then there was a burst of noise and chaos, and the crowd retreated in a panic.

People kept asking "what happened" and "what happened"...

In the bare open space, a man wearing work clothes for the exhibition was pinned to the ground with his knees.One side of his face was forced to stick to the ground, and the other half exposed was hideous and frightening. He kept trying to raise his head, but was pressed back hard. He shouted in English indistinctly, "Get rid of the Chinese...Hong Kong people." Independence" and so on.

Everyone understands that this is an ultra-left Hong Kong-independence person.

Not far from him, a palm-sized fruit knife was lying on the ground, with sticky blood stains on it, dripping over.

Everyone was stunned.

Laughing until his lips turned pale, he looked up and looked around, "Who can call the security guard?"

Security soon arrived and took over the attackers.At this time, the people around realized that a shocking dark red had already spread out from under the palms of the hands that were holding down their stomachs with a smile.

Blood trickled out from between the fingers.

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

The Hong Kong-independence activist was firmly controlled by two security guards from both sides. There was no hope of breaking free, but he kept struggling.

The hearts of all the guests present jumped, and they couldn't help but look at each other with their acquaintances, knowing each other that this time the matter was serious.

Xiaocheng stood up, his head suddenly dizzy, and he almost lost his footing. Fortunately, a pair of hands stretched out beside him firmly supported him.

And asked him in inaccurate Mandarin, "Doctor, how do you feel?"

doctor?Laughing into a dull brain, it took more than ten seconds to recognize the other party's memories, and it was the person who borrowed his book at the airport yesterday.

He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen.He paled for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

Someone hugged the quilt and wanted to let Xiao Cheng lie down.Laughing into speechless, he waved his hand to express his refusal.The staff of the exhibition didn't understand what he meant, and came over to help him lie down after spreading the quilt. He was very annoyed, and was about to speak regardless of the pain of the wound——

"Put the quilt away, and move a sofa." The young man supporting him commanded in pure English, calmly, "Bring the first-aid kit."

The staff member was taken aback for a moment, but immediately complied.

Xiaocheng was helped to sit on the sofa, and heard the other party comforting him with a very apologetic voice, "We will take full responsibility for this, please don't worry, the ambulance will arrive soon, everything will be fine."

Smiling and closing his eyes gently, he didn't make a sound.

Then he felt that someone helped him take off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and treated his wound urgently.I don't know if it's because Hong Kong's emergency ambulance is really slow to respond, or if he's already in a daze and can't tell the length of time.

After a long, seemingly endless period of pain and waiting, I finally saw a few white shadows faintly appearing in my sight, and the next moment, I laughed and lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already twenty hours later.

There was a white ceiling in his field of vision, he was stunned for a while, then slowly turned his head, his gaze followed the window with a thin layer of blackout curtains to the ground, then retracted it, and landed on the bedside table.

The small bedside table was crowded with fruit baskets, and there was a corner where there was a transparent slender glass bottle with a few bouquets of roses and gladiolus in it, with dew still hanging on the petals. Looking at it, it looks so shiny.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.

The pain from the wound continued in waves, spreading all over the body.Laughing and slowly turning his head to look, before he could see who it was, he heard a surprised voice, "Great, you're awake."

The standard Oxford accent is used.

Only then did Xiao Cheng realize that it was the person who borrowed books from him at the airport that day.

The young man went around the other side of the bed from the foot of the bed, sat on the chair beside the bed, his hands were loosely intertwined on the armrests, and his movements were very elegant. At this time, his body leaned forward slightly and looked at him with concern, " How do you feel, the doctor said you will wake up around this time."

Xiaocheng shook his head, and was about to speak, only to realize that his voice was extremely hoarse.The other party immediately reached out and pressed the bell on the bedside, and soon a nurse opened the door and came in.

"Mr. Ai, what can you do?"

Eisen smiled at Cheng and gestured, "His throat is a bit uncomfortable."

The nurse immediately apologized for her negligence, then took out a special disposable plastic bottle, filled it with warm water, pulled out a hose from the cap, and bent down to put it in her mouth.The nurse's uniform is a pink skirt with a square collar. Lying on the bed and looking over, the scenery is unobstructed.

Xiaocheng didn't need this kind of treatment, he had recovered some strength at this time, so he raised his hand and took the cup directly.

The nurse looked at that "Mr. Ai" a little embarrassed, and seeing that it was okay for him to signal her, she nodded and turned to go out.

This is probably a relatively high-end VIP single ward in Hong Kong. There is an LCD TV hanging directly opposite the bed, a few landscape paintings are scattered on the light beige wall, and there are two sofa chairs beside the bed. Then gently raised.

But even in such a "luxury" ward, the aisle between the foot of the bed and the wall is less than one meter, which feels extremely cramped, and the ceiling is only two meters four or five, which makes him feel uncomfortable even lying down. Somewhat depressing.

After laughing and putting down the water bottle, the young man sitting on the sofa coughed and said, "Hello, let me introduce myself first. I am Eisen, Mu Shaoai, and Mimusen, the chairman of the auction. It's a little out of place, but it's still nice to meet you, Mr. Xiaocheng."

Laughing into a flash in the mind sober.

Eisen, Chairman?

Is it him?

He concealed his surprise, and smiled slightly, "Where have we met before?"

In fact, he was very sure that this was the person he met at the airport yesterday.It's just that for some consideration he didn't show it.

But the other party immediately confirmed this, "Yes," Eisen said with a smile, "That's right, I borrowed a book from you and haven't returned it, doctor."

With this sentence, he switched back to mandarin, which was inaccurate.

Xiaocheng was sure that the other party already knew who he was. This sentence was obviously a joke. He coughed twice, but did not answer the topic, "Has the person who attacked me been arrested?"

Eisen's eyes moved slightly, and he answered kindly, "I believe Hong Kong's judiciary will give us a fair explanation."

Xiaocheng noticed that he used "we".

Eisen smiled and spread his hands, "Please rest assured, I will be responsible for this matter to the end, in my own name."

Personal name?

Eisen... surnamed Ai!

In an instant, Xiaocheng suddenly thought of something, and opened his eyes in surprise.

Eisen didn't stay for long, obviously he only came to visit because the doctor expected Xiao Cheng would wake up at this time, comforted him and formally apologized for the incident, then he left the ward.

Xiao Cheng actually wanted to know what happened that day, the attackers obviously came prepared.

But facing a stranger with unknown intentions and powerful strength, he didn't have the habit of revealing his true intentions.After Eisen went out, Xiaocheng moved his body with difficulty and sat up a little, and found his mobile phone in the drawer on the bedside table.The phone has been turned off, and after turning it on, there are only two batteries left.

He went directly to the Internet without searching for it at all, and the news channels were full of reports about that day.

Another thing that Xiaocheng worried about was that his identity was widely reported by the media, which disrupted the pace of his plan.In this way, troubles will continue.

Fortunately, in all the reports, there is only one description for him, which is "a certain mainland businessman".And the events of that day have become clear——

July [-] happened to be the anniversary of the return of Hong Kong, and the auction opened on this day. An ultra-left organization called "Hong Kong People First" decided to launch an action to respond to its own principles.

The biggest public event of the day was the opening ceremony of the "Traditional Silk Fabric Exhibition and Auction", and then they got the guest list.

Among them, there is only one mainland businessman who is the most conspicuous and the one in the front row, and that is Xiaocheng.

"Hong Kong people first" used a similar method to easily set seven targets for attack.

In addition to laughing, they also arranged for people to launch operations at the station, shopping malls and airports at the same time as scheduled, echoing each other from a distance, thus showing that the organization is the will of the whole people.

As a result, when it came time to attack, due to various reasons, or retreating from the battle, only one person succeeded in launching the attack in the end. He was able to escape in time, but unexpectedly, the mainland boy was stabbed and still had the strength to subdue him.

These young people are full of enthusiasm, wishing they could start a big career now, it seems that none of them still have rationality in their minds.However, when he learned that he was the only one who really did it and would be sentenced to a heavy sentence, the person who succeeded in the attack really panicked and felt that he had been betrayed.

Then, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, the internal situation of "Hong Kong people first" was revealed.

Immediately, the whole people was in an uproar.

There is a lot of pressure from the mainland and the society, and the Hong Kong police are overwhelmed.

Xiao Chengcai read a few words, and the phone vibrated one after another, full of missed calls and text messages from his coma for more than 20 hours.

He didn't click on it right away, and still read the report for a while before turning to read the text message.

Half of the dozen or so text messages were from Wei Shaoge.

Among the other missed calls, two of them were from Wei Shaoge.

The text message has no content, nothing more than asking him to answer the phone quickly.

Laughing into a movement of his fingers, he simply dialed it back.

"Laughing? You finally called me." Wei Shaoge's feigned dissatisfaction came from the phone, and then he spoke loudly, "I just met a foreign oncologist, where is your home in city b? What is it, there is a meeting over there, we may fly there tonight or tomorrow, you have to pay for food and lodging."

"...Ah, thank you." Xiaocheng immediately understood what the other party meant, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.He explained apologetically, "I haven't come home yet. I'm in Hong Kong now."

"Hong Kong..." Wei Shaoge's voice on the phone was obviously a little surprised, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly asked, "It seems to be a bit chaotic over there these two days, your voice is a little weak, are you okay?"

"No..." Xiao Cheng just said two words, and for some reason, his thoughts changed, and the words came to his mouth, "I'm in the hospital now."

"Hospital?"

Wei Shaoge raised his voice.

"what happened to you?"

His tone immediately became serious.

Only then did Xiao Cheng realize what he had just said, and it was too late to make amends, so he said with reservations, "It's nothing serious, I accidentally got hurt."

As a result, Wei Shaoge's plane landed at Lantau Airport the next day.