remain silent

Han Chenxin's consciousness became very fuzzy. When he woke up again, he was already lying on the hospital bed. There were footsteps coming and going beside him, and someone was treating his wound.

Because of the sequelae of the concussion, Han Chenxin felt headache and nausea. He opened his eyes and saw Sun Zheyang standing by the bed with a gloomy expression.

After the doctor came in and asked about Han Chenxin's condition, he was asked to stay and observe for two days, mainly because he was worried about intracranial hemorrhage, and then the others went out, leaving Sun Zheyang alone.

Sun Zheyang sat by the bed and touched Han Chenxin's face.

Han Chenxin suppressed his discomfort, looked around, and knew that he was probably still in the VIP ward of the hospital.

Then he heard Sun Zheyang ask him: "How is it?"

Han Chenxin closed his eyes and said, "It's okay."

Sun Zheyang's palm was warm and strong, he stroked his face over and over again, and asked, "Who did it?"

Han Chenxin said, "I didn't see it."

Sun Zheyang told him: "It's okay, I know who did it, and I won't let him go."

Han Chenxin reached out to shake his hand. He wanted to tell Sun Zheyang to call the police, but he felt nauseous again, so he didn't say anything.

Sun Zheyang took his hand and said to him: "The doctor said that you need to rest and continue to do examinations. You should take a good rest first."

Han Chenxin said suddenly, "Don't go."

Sun Zheyang said softly: "I won't go, you can sleep for a while."

Han Chenxin, however, seemed worried. Even when he fell asleep, he kept grabbing Sun Zheyang's hand and refused to let go. He held it all night, and Sun Zheyang sat beside the hospital bed to accompany him all night.

At dawn, Yuan Zhang came and knocked on the door, saying that Sun Zhongting asked Sun Zheyang to come over.

As a result, just as Sun Zheyang moved his finger, Han Chenxin woke up.

Seeing Han Chenxin looking at him, Sun Zheyang told Yuan Zhang that he would go there later.

Sun Zheyang asked Han Chenxin, "How's it going?"

Han Chenxin said, "It seems to be much better."

Sun Zheyang said to him: "The doctor said that a CT may be needed. You can rest at ease and don't go to work for the time being."

"Okay," Han Chenxin said.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the ward, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Sun Zheyang and Han Chenxin turned their heads together and saw that it was Sun Zhongting who came.

Sun Zhongting's eyes fell on their hands, then looked at Han Chenxin, and asked, "Are you okay? Did the doctor come to see you this morning?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Not yet, it may be too early."

Sun Zhongting nodded, walked closer to the bed, and looked at the gauze wrapped around Han Chen's heart. Because the wounds were all on his forehead, he didn't need to shave his hair when treating the wound, but it was also because the wounds were all on his forehead. With scars, it may look particularly conspicuous.

Sun Zheyang patted the back of Han Chenxin's hand lightly, then stood up, and said to Sun Zhongting, "I will not let Ye Yusheng go, I hope you don't mind."

Hearing this, Sun Zhongting sighed, sat down on the chair next to him, and said, "He saw that Ye Yusheng did it?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Whether he saw it or not, I'm sure it was Ye Yusheng who did it."

Sun Zhongting nodded, and then said to Sun Zheyang: "Based on you now, I'm afraid you can't beat Ye Yusheng."

Sun Zheyang didn't speak.

Sun Zhongting said to him: "Come back to my side."

Han Chenxin was lying on the bed and suddenly became nervous.

Sun Zheyang noticed Han Chenxin's mood, and he didn't immediately agree to Sun Zhongting, but said, "We'll talk about this later."

Sun Zhongting didn't continue to say anything, but told Han Chenxin a few words to let him rest assured here, and then went out from the ward here.

Yuan Zhang was waiting for him outside the door, and when he saw Sun Zhongting coming out, he said in a low voice, "Young Master Yang has such a good relationship with his younger brother."

Sun Zhongting said, "What do you want to say?"

Yuan Zhang said, "Master Yang is already in his 30s."

Sun Zhongting walked towards his ward, "I remember he had a girlfriend before."

Yuan Zhang nodded, "It's the woman who was killed. It seems that Young Master Yang hasn't had a girlfriend since then. I'm afraid it still has some influence in his heart."

Sun Zhongting walked into the ward, walked to the bed and sat down, saying: "Don't worry about this now, the most important thing is to find a way to get him back."

Yuan Zhang said: "Since this is the case, it is better to tell him all."

Sun Zhongting remained silent.

Finally he said, "Let's talk about it later."

In fact, Sun Zhongting is also cowardly, now Sun Zheyang is willing to call him father, even if he thinks he is not his own, but at least respects him.But once he found out about their real relationship, with Sun Zheyang's temperament, he might hate him. After all, he is not a responsible father, and he is not much different from his adoptive father surnamed Han.

Han Chenxin called and asked for two days off, so Sun Zheyang also asked for leave to stay with him in the hospital.

After a CT scan and another day of observation in the hospital bed, there seemed to be no major problems. After dinner at night, Sun Zheyang was able to go for a walk with Han Chenxin.

In the small garden below the inpatient building, Han Zhong called Han Chenxin.

Because it was inconvenient for Han Chenxin to wear a hospital gown, his mobile phone was kept with Sun Zheyang. Sun Zheyang saw that it was Han Zhong who called, so he connected the phone directly.

Hearing Sun Zheyang's slightly impatient "Hello", Han Zhong immediately reacted and said to the phone, "Are you with your brother?"

Sun Zheyang said: "Yes, we are together."

Han Zhong seemed to be suppressing his anger.

Sun Zheyang continued: "He was injured and is in the hospital."

Han Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Did you get hurt that badly last night?"

Sun Zheyang wanted to talk again, but Han Chenxin reached for the phone and said to Han Zhong, "It's not too serious. The doctor just said to observe for two more days."

Han Zhong was silent for a while and said, "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you," Han Chenxin said calmly.

Han Zhong said, "Where are you? I'm here to see you."

Han Chenxin glanced at Sun Zheyang and said, "No need, you're going to quarrel again when you come here, and I'll go back when I get better."

Han Zhong felt helpless and hung up the phone.

After the call, Han Chenxin threw the phone back to Sun Zheyang, and sat down with him on the bench in the garden.

Sun Zheyang was playing with a lighter in his hand.

Han Chenxin opened his mouth and yawned big.

Sun Zheyang looked at him, "Haven't you slept enough after sleeping for so long?"

Han Chenxin was still in a bad mood, closed his eyes and moved his neck.

Sun Zheyang said suddenly: "I'll make a little magic trick for you."

Han Chenxin opened his eyes and looked at him.

Sun Zheyang shook the lighter in his hand, then turned the back of his hand, and turned it over quickly, the lighter was gone.

Seeing this, Han Chenxin said, "Little trick." After speaking, he reached out to flip Sun Zheyang's sleeve.

As a result, the lighter was not found.

Han Chen desperately rummaged through Sun Zheyang's pockets, but couldn't find them.

Sun Zheyang said to him: "Don't look for it, you can't find it."

Han Chen stopped heartily, "Anyway, you still have to take it out when you smoke later."

Sun Zheyang said with a smile: "The hospital doesn't allow smoking, I don't care."

It was getting dark, Sun Zheyang felt a little windy, and said to Han Chenxin: "Let's go, go up."

Han Chenxin shook his head, and said, "Sit down for a while."

Sun Zheyang took off his coat and put it on Han Chenxin's back.

Han Chenxin grabbed his coat, lowered his head and smelled it, and said, "It smells like you."

With one hand resting on the back of the chair, Sun Zheyang gently pinched the back of Han Chenxin's soft hair with his fingers, and asked, "What is my smell?"

Han Chenxin said: "I can't describe it, it smells very comfortable."

Sun Zheyang smiled and grabbed his hair and pulled it.

Han Chenxin said, "Don't pull, it hurts."

Sun Zheyang was a little worried when he heard the words, "Does it still hurt?"

Han Chenxin said: "It's still a little bit, but it's much better."

Sun Zheyang reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders, leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly through the gauze.

Taking the elevator upstairs and returning to the ward, Sun Zheyang saw Yuan Zhang standing at the door of Sun Zhongting's ward, seeming to be waiting for him.

When Yuan Zhang saw Sun Zheyang, he told him, "Master Tang is here."

Sun Zheyang's face darkened, and he took Han Chenxin's hand and walked over there.

Han Chenxin didn't want to deal with the Sun family, so he stopped and said, "You go, I'll go back to my room first."

Sun Zheyang insisted not to let him go, "Come with me."

Entering Sun Zhongting's ward, Sun Zhetang was sitting by the bed talking to Sun Zhongting, seeing Sun Zheyang and the others coming in, he stood up and greeted with a smile.

But when he saw the wound on Han Chen's heart, he expressed his surprise just right, so he didn't know if it was real or fake.

"What's going on?" Sun Zhetang asked.

Sun Zheyang didn't hide it at all, "You might as well ask Ye Yusheng."

Sun Zhetang frowned, "What? Has something to do with Yusheng? Brother Yang, you wouldn't say Ye Yusheng did it, would you?"

Sun Zheyang said coldly: "What do you think?"

"Mr. Han?" Sun Zhetang looked at Han Chenxin questioningly.

Han Chenxin said, "I don't know." He was silent for a while, and then said, "But apart from Ye Yusheng, I can't think of anyone else who would do such a thing."

What he said about doing this kind of thing was not beating him for no reason, but the action of the person he remembered most deeply touching his face with his blood-stained hand.

Han Chenxin was not a sensitive person in this regard, but at that time, he couldn't help feeling a little scary and an indescribably disgusting feeling in his heart.