The plot turns every day

In Zheng Lang's memory, Zhong Lichuan had never experienced such a cautious and tentative moment. Apart from arrogance and indifference, almost no other emotions appeared on that handsome face.

It turned out that he didn't care about people and things, but he never cared about himself.

Zheng Lang's chest throbbed like suffocation, and without thinking, he sneered back in revenge: "Why should I tell you?"

"You know?" Zhong Lichuan grabbed his arm, and this action affected the knife edge. Zheng Lang moaned in pain, and Zhong Lichuan immediately let go, but asked without any relaxation: "Where is the other person?"

Before Zheng Lang could say anything, the nurse pushed the door open and entered. Seeing that Zhong Lichuan was still in the ward, she immediately frowned: "Stop talking after giving birth, he needs to rest now. The family members go out and wait!"

Turning a blind eye to Zhong Lichuan's eyes with ice blades in his eyes, Zheng Lang changed into a comfortable position with the help of the nurse, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Things have been, so far, out of the ordinary.He can't predict what will happen next, but the nurse is right, what he needs most now is to rest.

Coming out of the ward, Zhong Lichuan only felt his head swell and hurt as if it was going to explode. All this was unreasonable like a dream. Zheng Chang's inexplicable appearance and sudden departure, Zheng Lang, who was thought to be dead, came back strangely...

What kind of statement is this?Resurrect the dead?Theoretically, if Zheng Lang is the corpse, the pig should be the soul!

Thinking of the man who saw Qian Yan openly bargaining before the delivery, Zhong Lichuan quickly made a judgment in his heart: This is definitely something wrong with the delivery process!

The midwifery nurses didn't know why, since both adults and children were safe, and a near-perfect operation, the family members insisted on recalling the details of the birth.

The chief surgeon couldn't understand either. He is the leading expert in the hospital, and he is usually used to being pleaded for by others. Now he has some emotions: "Father and son are safe, and the operation was very successful. What is Mr. Zhong not satisfied with?"

There is no way to explain Zheng Chang's situation to the doctor. Zhong Lichuan thought about it, and asked in a different way: "You have had other examples of male births here. Is there any case where you become another person after giving birth?"

become someone else?

The doctor frowned and tried to think about the meaning of his words, and answered carefully: "The emotions of pregnant women will change after giving birth, and the family members need to treat them carefully. Otherwise, the possibility of postpartum schizophrenia cannot be ruled out."

"It's not schizophrenia." Zhong Lichuan rubbed his brows with his slender fingers, and said with difficulty: "It's just two people, it seems that the body has suddenly changed its soul."

"..."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, looking back and forth at him, and after a long time he cautiously suggested: "Well, family members are prone to mental problems due to excessive stress. Why don't Mr. Zhong have an examination as well."

Zhong Lichuan: "..."

However, despite the internal changes, the physical fitness of this pig is still strong, and the healing speed of the incision is much faster than that of ordinary pregnant women, and it can already eat by the next day.It's just that the spirit is still not very good, and he sleeps most of the time. When he is awake, he doesn't ask to see the child, and he doesn't talk much. The person who looks at it with a pair of cold black eyes feels frightened.

On the seventh day, all the pregnant women who gave birth at the same time as him were discharged from the hospital. Only Zheng Lang couldn't get out of bed by himself, and he couldn't even control his legs freely.

How to give birth to a child, adults are born paralyzed! ?

Now even Zhong Lichuan was in a hurry, and hurriedly called a doctor. A series of tests showed that all physical indicators were completely normal.

The attending doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained: "...Well, it may be that the mental pressure is too great and the body has false paralysis. Try to keep him relaxed and happy, and he will be fine in a few days."

Zhong Lichuan's face was sullen, his expression was not good: "How many days will it take?"

In contrast, the person concerned looked indifferent and unconcerned, and even taunted directly after the doctor left: "Zhong Lichuan, who are you working on before and after running? You have to figure it out, this is my Zheng Lang's leg. "

Scooping the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, Zhong Lichuan looked normal: "It's your leg, but you don't want to live in a wheelchair in the future either."

Zheng Lang gritted his teeth and sneered: "My life has already been ruined by you, it doesn't matter if it's worse!"

Zheng Lang refused to continue to leave a message to observe. This person was more stubborn than a donkey. Zhong Lichuan knew his temper well, so he didn't force him immediately, and asked someone to go through the discharge procedures and take him back to the villa.

Seeing him return from unloading the ball successfully, even the usually calm butler couldn't help but look a little happy, stepped forward to support his arm, and said affectionately: "Mr. Zheng is back, I asked the kitchen to cook your favorite pig's feet soup."

Zheng Lang has always disliked getting close to people, so he pulled out his arm almost reflexively, and frowned, "Thank you for your trouble, but I don't like such greasy things."

He pulled his hands too much, his legs were unable to support him, and his body fell unsteadily into Zhong Lichuan's arms. His originally fair face was instantly stained with a light layer of pink, but his expression was still tense, stubbornly refusing to reveal anything mood.

Zhong Lichuan's expression remained the same, he sent Zheng Lang into the room and settled him down, and he briefly explained to the housekeeper and left, during which time the two of them did not speak a word.

The butler couldn't help sighing: These two might be having a fight again.

Because Zheng Lang was emotionally unstable before, Zhong Lichuan took care and placed the child and him in two places.The distance between the two houses is not too far, so it is convenient for me to look back and forth between the two sides.

Taking the baby from Sister Xi, Zhong Lichuan held it carefully. He was only born for a little over a week, and although it was better than the wrinkled appearance when he was born, this appearance was really not good-looking.The eyes opened, the black eyeballs were big and bright, and they turned black and white, very lively and agile like that person.

"This baby is very obedient and doesn't like to cry. Daddy will be happy if he holds it, right?" Sister Xi teased the baby. After a few days of getting along with her, she warmly reminded: "Mr. Zhong, the baby is now I don’t have a name yet, so it’s convenient to have a nickname.”

Before he was definitely a little princess, Zhong Lichuan looked up the dictionary and prepared several beautiful and graceful names, but he did not expect to be born a little prince.

Looking at the child's big eyes that seemed familiar, Zhong Lichuan only felt empty in his heart, and was inexplicably resistant to the matter of naming: "This is his child, let's wait for him to come back and then choose the name."

"Mr. Zheng hasn't been discharged yet, when will he come back?"

Knowing that she misunderstood, Zhong Lichuan didn't explain, but stared blankly at the baby's big black grape-like eyes, and murmured: "I also want to know when he will come back..."

As the days passed, not only did Zheng Chang not come back suddenly as expected, but even Zheng Lang's legs showed no sign of getting better.Zhong Lichuan's mood gradually became anxious. These days he has not been idle, and has visited many experts and famous doctors, but those so-called professors and scholars either use science to refute what he said is not true, or gently remind him to see a psychiatrist.

In short, there was no satisfactory result for him.

The assistant saw that he was depressed, and found a psychic in a hurry. Zhong Lichuan himself was an atheist, but what happened to Zheng Lang was really weird, and the woman in front of him didn't seem to make a fuss like those experts and scholars. After listening to him with a calm expression, he said quietly: "Buddhist scriptures say that people have 'eight consciousnesses'. When a person dies, the eight consciousnesses leave the body in order. Some people are too obsessed and the 'eight consciousnesses' remain. Reluctance to leave in consciousness may cause the situation you mentioned."

Looking into Zhong Lichuan's shocked eyes, the psychic continued to explain: "We folks call it the three souls and seven souls, and one is indispensable, otherwise there will be a situation where you can't control your body."

Zhong Lichuan tried his best to restrain his emotions, and asked calmly: "Then is there any way to solve it?"

At the same time, Zheng Lang, who was nestled on the recliner, shuddered violently. He looked up at the bright sun, and his eyes felt dizzy. He tightened the thin blanket that didn't match the season, and he couldn't help but look at the door again. .

Zhong Lichuan hadn't come back for five days.

He threw him here again, Zheng Lang was no stranger to this villa, and the basement here had his worst memories.Originally, I thought that Zhong Lichuan was naturally cool, but I didn't expect that he also has flesh and blood, people who care about, and things to worry about.

However, the object is not yourself.

Zheng Lang thought of the cabinet video he saw in the audio-visual room a few days ago. The man in the record had a bulging belly and smiled with sunshine on his face. Even the light stained Zhong Lichuan's face.

The similar smiles on their faces stabbed Zheng Lang's heart hard, it was obviously his face, his body...

Why was it not Zheng Lang who was treated tenderly by Zhong Lichuan! ?

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. Zheng Lang shook the wheelchair and walked to the audio-visual room, took out the videos and watched them over and over again, and slowly tried to bend the corners of his lips like Zheng Chang in the videos. ...

All of this was originally his, and he wanted to take it back first, and then with his own hands—shatter it into pieces!

The reddish flames flickered in and out of the darkness, Zhong Lichuan leaned in front of the car, half-raised his face, and slowly exhaled the smoke into the air.The villa in front of him was brightly lit, but he stopped at the door of his house.

It seems that he hasn't been back for a long time. During this period of time, besides seeing his son, he was also going to see a doctor. Every time he thinks of this and Zheng Lang, he always resists subconsciously.

Zheng Lang hated him so much that he gave up his life. In this life, he never thought of the possibility of seeing him again.

"That's just his lingering grievance, which won't stay in this world for too long. If you can resolve his grievance, then naturally you should go and come back."

The psychic's last advice sounded in his ear, Zhong Lichuan took a deep breath, threw down the cigarette butt and crushed it with his feet, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the villa.

Determined to have a showdown with Zheng Lang, Zhong Lichuan entered the door without thinking about it, and planned to go straight to the bedroom on the second floor to find Zheng Lang. Just as he was about to go upstairs, a familiar shout came from behind.

"Zhong Lichuan!"

Since he was discharged from the hospital, Zheng Lang has never taken the initiative to speak to him. Zhong Lichuan turned his head in surprise, and saw Zheng Lang reclining on the sofa sitting unoccupied, yelling at him with a debt-seeking expression on his face:

"My surrogacy fee hasn't been settled yet, where have you been these few days? Do you want to renege on the bill!?"