After rebirth, I want to divorce every day

Three days later, in the general ward.

Wen Quchen got off the escort bed, picked up the cold towel beside the bed, and wiped Jiang Ke's uninjured areas.

After wiping, he touched Jiang Ke's forehead and frowned worriedly.

The doctor came in to make rounds, checked Jiang Ke's condition, and said with satisfaction, "Yes, the patient has begun to recover. If things go on like this, he will wake up soon."

Wen Quchen's brows didn't relax because of the doctor's words, but they frowned more and more tightly, "He has been having a high fever, doctor, are you sure he's alright?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, as if he was not so sure.

"Mr. Wen, we have checked Mr. Jiang several times in the past few days. The results of the checks showed that there is really no major problem with his body. As for the fever, we have also adopted various methods to reduce the temperature, but none of them succeeded. This one It can show that this fever is regulated by Mr. Jiang's own mechanism."

"Okay, trouble doctor."

After Wen Quchen thanked the doctor, he sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed, quietly looking at Jiang Ke who was lying on the bed.

Before leaving, the doctor looked at them a few times, full of emotion.

In the past three days, Mr. Wen sat on a chair except staying in the accompanying bed. He never left the ward for half a step, and wiped and cooled the patient every half hour without breaking a single time.

Thinking of Wen Quchen's voice of collapse and despair three days ago, the doctor sighed deeply, how deep the emotion can be so painful.His brother dragged him back, and at such a time, he was afraid of hurting the patient, so he desperately pulled on the edge of the bed.

Fortunately, Mr. Jiang woke up.The doctor glanced at the sunlight outside the window and strode towards other wards.Otherwise, Mr. Wen may have to follow.

In the ward, Wen Quchen touched Jiang Ke's forehead again, a little melancholy, "Jiang Ke, why don't you go down with your fever? If you become stupid, I won't want you by then."

Jiang Ke lay quietly on the bed without responding, Wen Quchen continued to stare at his face and muttered to himself, not stopping because of the lack of response.

In the past three days, except for the time when Jiang Ke suddenly had a heartbeat and was so emotional that he fainted, Wen Quchen would talk to Jiang Ke whenever he had time, talking about everything in the past and present, sometimes something funny Things are still laughing at themselves.

When Wen Tingzhu saw him like this for the first time, he was taken aback. He thought that he was too stimulated and had a psychological problem, so he hurriedly called a large group of psychologists to discuss solutions.

Later, one of the experts said that he had no psychological problems, but he had no sense of security. He needed something to soothe his fear. Jiang Ke is the source of security for him now. This is his spiritual sustenance. I can't be busy, I can only wait for Jiang Ke to wake up and slowly improve.

In the afternoon, Zhang Zhengqing came to the ward with a stack of documents.

He put the documents on the table and looked at the people on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Wen, how is Mr. Jiang today?"

"The doctor said it's fine, and I'll wake up soon."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded, "That's good."

Wen Quchen got up and went to the table to look through the documents, a little surprised: "So many documents?"

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on in the company these days."

Zhang Zhengqing said it implicitly, but Wen Quchen was not stupid, how could he not know what was going on.

He stretched out his hand to Zhang Zhengqing for a pen, and said slightly coolly: "I don't think there are too many things to do, but too many different intentions."

Zhang Zhengqing respectfully handed over the signature pen, not daring to speak.

When Wen Quchen started to look at the documents to be signed, Zhang Zhengqing secretly glanced at him, deeply moved.

Fortunately, Mr. Jiang had the foresight to sign the document that Mr. Wen would take care of him when he was not in the company. Otherwise, Mr. Jiang would not know what the chaos would be.

There is also Mr. Wen, who is worthy of being from the Wen family. His style of managing the company is the same as Mr. Jiang's.

He himself can't explain the logical relationship of this sentence, but he has an inexplicable illusion that Wen Quchen's way of handling things is very similar to that of Jiang Ke. It seems that sometimes he suspects that President Jiang has actually woken up. These documents It was all handled by Mr. Jiang.

Wen Quchen scanned the document line by line, and another thing popped into his mind.

"Have all the people in Jiangyuanhai been dealt with?"

"It's clean. But Mr. Wen, the person who bumped into Mr. Jiang died on the spot. We haven't found evidence from him to directly testify against Jiang Shoushu. Now our people are looking for remittances between the two of them that can make a connection." thing."

Hearing this news, Wen Quchen suddenly felt hostility. His Jiang Ke was still lying on the hospital bed, and the culprit was still at large. What is the reason for this?

Under such emotions, he suddenly thought of the basement of Jiang's old house that he had bumped into by accident.

"Don't waste your time, take Jiang Shoushu to the basement of the old house, and I will interrogate him myself."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhengqing looked at him in astonishment, as if he was in disbelief at his words.

It really should be unbelievable, he shouldn't know now.

Wen Quchen's hand signing remained unchanged, but his eyes were sore that he wanted to cry, so Jiang Ke, wake up quickly, or I will be disobedient, you said you told me not to get involved in these things.

However, the reality is that Jiang Ke can't wake up, so some things must be done by him. The matter of Jiang Shoushu and Jiang Yuanhai cannot be delayed any longer, and any delay will only give them more time to destroy the evidence.

Wen Quchen knew that he couldn't back down now, he suppressed the mist in his eyes, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Zhengqing, "Is there a problem?"

Zhang Zhengqing lowered his head when he heard his words and replied respectfully, "No problem, Mr. Wen."

The room fell silent, Wen Quchen took the document in his hand and recalled what Jiang Ke had taught him. In his previous life, he was too careless and lacked practical exercises, so his memory of some things was already very vague.

Rubbing his temples, he put down the incomprehensible document.

"You keep this one, I will study it tonight, and come and get it tomorrow."

Zhang Zhengqing also knew that he couldn't push too hard when he first got started, and when he heard that he didn't object, he picked up other documents and wanted to say goodbye.

He glanced towards the hospital bed habitually, then froze in place with his eyes wide open.

Wen Quchen was bending over to clean up the things on the table, seeing that he didn't move, he asked casually: "What's wrong, Assistant Zhang, is there anything else?"

Then he heard Zhang Zhengqing call him "Mr. Wen" in a slightly trembling voice, as if he was afraid of scaring people.

Wen Quchen's heart skipped a beat when he heard his unusual voice.He opened his eyes slightly, supported the table and took two deep breaths, then slowly straightened up and looked in the direction of the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, Jiang Ke, whose face had not healed from the scratches, opened his eyes and looked at him, silently shouting "Dust", his eyes were full of emotions he couldn't understand.

But did he wake up when he saw Jiang Ke?

Wen Quchen opened his eyes wide and took two steps forward, then stopped, and tentatively called softly: "Jiang Ke."

Following his cry, unstoppable tears flowed from the corners of Jiang Ke's eyes, he tremblingly raised his good hand and reached out to Wen Quchen, "Chenchen..."

The person who just woke up couldn't make a clear voice, but Wen Quchen could hear him clearly.

He said, "Chenchen, come and hug me."

These words opened Wen Quchen's tear glands like a switch, and he ran over and lay down beside the bed, holding Jiang Ke's hand tightly.

"Jiang Ke, why did you wake up, you, why did you wake up, you bastard, you don't even know how scared I am!"

"Chenchen, Chenchen." Jiang Ke's weak body has no strength yet, but the force of his grip is as strong as a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

"I saw you again, Chenchen, my Chenchen."

The tears of the two flowed out like money, and the doctor called by Zhang Zhengqing asked Wen Quchen to step aside, saying that they were going to examine the patient.

Hearing this, Jiang Ke looked at the doctor fiercely, took a step back, and begged Wen Quchen, "Don't go away, don't go away."

Wen Quchen knelt by the bed and cried, grabbed his hand and nodded, "I won't go, I'm here."

The doctors were a little helpless by their attitude of seeing each other as if they were parting, and finally compromised with the patient and let Wen Quchen enter the examination room together.

The results of the inspection were satisfactory.Jiang Ke's body is improving, the old and new injuries have scabbed over, the fractures have begun to heal, and even the persistent high fever has subsided.

Wen Quchen repeatedly asked the doctor if he was sure there was nothing wrong with the examination, so much so that the doctor almost turned the table and left.

Back in the ward, Zhang Zhengqing had already left with interest, and there were only the two of them left in the ward.

Wen Quchen poured Jiang Ke a glass of water, turned around and saw that Jiang Ke was still staring at him.

"Why are you still looking at me like that? I can't run. Take a rest after drinking water."

He took a straw and inserted it into the cup and put it near Jiang Ke's mouth.

Jiang Ke is not fit to get up now, so he can only feed like this.

Drinking water obediently, Jiang Ke's eyes were still glued to him, and his eyes followed wherever he went.

Wen Quchen was a little helpless, but he didn't think too much about it. He thought it might be that Jiang Ke was really scared, just like him.If Jiang Ke is allowed to leave his sight now, he will definitely not do it.

But the doctor told him that Jiang Ke is weak now, so it's better to rest more.

Wen Quchen usually doesn't pay much attention to what the doctor says, but Jiang Ke's situation is different, he must follow the doctor's advice carefully!

Therefore, Wen Quchen, who followed the doctor's advice, began to coax people to sleep: "Don't worry, I won't leave, you go to bed first, I'll stay here with you."

He thought Jiang Ke could listen to him and close his eyes, but Jiang Ke shook his head firmly, still staring at him.

Wen Quchen felt that the comfort of words might be too weak, and began to think of a way, "Then how about I sleep with you?"

Now Jiang Ke nodded, and moved his immobile body to the side. Wen Quchen was so frightened that he quickly held him down, "Don't move, wait until I drag the escort bed over."

Stopping Jiang Ke's movements, he pulled the accompanying bed to the side of the hospital bed, put the two beds together, and lay down on it.

Wen Quchen turned his body sideways towards Jiang Ke, just as he was about to coax him to sleep when he twisted his neck vigorously, still staring at him.

Wen Quchen really had no choice, he asked softly: "Jiang Ke, how can you sleep, the wound will heal quickly after resting."

Jiang Ke stretched out his hand to hold his hand hanging by his side, and smiled slightly, "I won't sleep, you sleep, I'll watch you."

Wen Quchen thought his words were a little funny, which of the two of them was the patient.

"Why don't you sleep? Sleep too much?"

Jiang Ke shook his head slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I dare not sleep, I am afraid that you will disappear."

"How could it be? If I'm afraid, I'm afraid. You don't know how long you've been in a coma. I almost lost you. And as I said, I'm here with you and I won't leave."

Wen Quchen whispered, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He had hardly slept in the past three or four days, and his body could no longer hold on.

"I'm sleepy Jiang Ke."

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll watch you."

Jiang Ke held his hand and rubbed it gently, Wen Quchen felt strangely lingering for no reason, he thought drowsily, and gradually lost consciousness.

A warm and quiet atmosphere spread in the room, Wen Quchen's breathing gradually slowed down, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face.

Jiang Ke opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping face, his eyes were gradually stained with deep yearning and infatuation.

He always remembered what the psychiatrist said, don't point out that this is a dream to the person in the dream, or they will leave.

Did I do a good job, so you came to see me, right?

He slowly raised his hand to caress Wen Quchen's face, as if dreaming, "Chenchen, I haven't dreamed of you for a long time, I miss you so much."

In the next second, he withdrew his hand abruptly, like a child who had been caught doing something bad, looking at him cautiously with fear on his face.

Wen Quchen, who was already breathing calmly just now, was staring at him with trembling eyes, and asked incredulously, "What did you just say?"

What do you mean, haven't dreamed about him for a long time?

[The author has something to say: I feel that I really don't know much about myself (speechless.jpg), I still can't finish it today! ! ! !

I don't know why I wrote more and more QAQ at the end

Please bear with me, I'm trying to finish it. . .

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