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When Ji Qingchuan rushed to the emergency room of the city's first hospital, he was already collapsed.Sweat gushes out from every pore, and as long as you stop for a while, it will form a small pool at your feet.

"Excuse me—" I rushed to the front desk only to find that my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't make a sound.

A uniformed policeman came over: "Is this Mr. Fang Zheng's family?"

"Fang Zheng...what's the matter with him?" Ji Qingchuan tightly grasped the corner of the policeman's clothes, like grasping a piece of driftwood.

"He acted bravely and was stabbed—"

"Leave a way." A cart was rolled out from the emergency operating room, covered with a white cloth from head to toe.

The snow mountain collapsed in an instant, leaving no room for people to survive. Ji Qingchuan's legs went limp, and his eyes turned black.There was only one voice left in my head: Fang Zheng was gone.

Sorrow and coldness overflowed his chest, condensing into sharp ice knives, one knife after another, piercing his heart with blood stains, and it was quickly frozen into a block.Ji Qingchuan thought, I am really an unlucky person. I like Qi Xuan, and Qi Xuan is dead; I like Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng...

Seeing that he was about to faint, the policeman on the side quickly supported him: "This should not be Mr. Fang. Mr. Fang is in the operating room opposite, and the doctor said that his life is not in danger."

My heart beat violently a few times, and it took countless turns like a roller coaster and returned to the original point.Ji Qingchuan took a few breaths, his lungs were overly squeezed and then suddenly relaxed, feeling indescribably dazed.

"What happened? Why was Fang Zheng injured?" Ji Qingchuan asked mechanically, leaning against the wall and staring at the door of the operating room opposite.

"On the pedestrian street, someone was drunk and committed an attack to retaliate against the society. He drew a knife and stabbed the child next to him. Mr. Fang rushed to fight him..." After explaining the reason, the policeman added, "For such a brave act, you can apply to the city government Citizen Award."

"He won't care about these medals." Ji Qingchuan shook his head, "He will be happy if the child is okay. By the way, is the child okay?"

"It's okay." The policeman showed an embarrassed look. "Mr. Fang still insisted on fighting the gangster after being stabbed. Passers-by helped subdue the gangster and called the police. The child was taken away by his parents. We...we couldn't get in touch."

In fact, it's not that they didn't get in touch, but when the police called the parents of the children, the parents refused to stand up.The reason is: "Don't say anything because my child was injured, he is stupid. Looking for me now, do you want us to pay for the medical expenses?"

Fortunately, Ji Qingchuan was not obsessed with the other party's attitude, he quickly thought of another question: "Why did you find me?"

"A passer-by picked up Mr. Fang's mobile phone that was dropped at the scene and handed it to us. We checked, and Mr. Fang set your number as speed dial 1, so we can judge that you are his closest person. By the way, he hand over your phone to you."

"He's not getting close to him, he's just me..." Ji Qingchuan took the phone, hesitated for a moment and said two words, "Assistant."

"Then he must love his job very much, so he set the boss's number as 1." The policeman was a little surprised, "What we usually see is setting family members or lovers as 1. Do you need to inform Mr. Fang's family?"

Ji Qingchuan shook his head: "No need, lest his parents worry. I can just take care of him."

"The boss treats his assistant so well? It's hard to recruit workers now?" The policeman wondered, and said to himself, "Should I change my job?"

Ji Qingchuan held Fang Zheng's phone and swiped unconsciously.There is no password set on the mobile phone, the screen lock is unlocked and the main screen lights up during the swipe.

The stills of "The Nirvana of Time" jumped into Ji Qingchuan's eyes.

"Don't worry, the operation will be over soon." Seeing Ji Qingchuan staring at Fang Zheng's phone for a long time without speaking, the policeman kindly comforted him.

"Oh, oh." Ji Qingchuan woke up with a start, and found that his palms were covered with cold sweat, and his hands trembled slightly.

The lights in the operating room went out.

Ji Qingchuan rushed to the door.

The doctor came out and explained: "The patient has been given anesthesia, but he is still awake, and now he has to be sent to the ward. Let me explain the precautions, please listen carefully to the family members."

There was no smiling doctor who was used to in TV dramas saying "the operation was a success", and there were no cheers from family members outside the door. Everything was so peaceful, so calm that Ji Qingchuan didn't dare to step forward when he saw Fang Zheng being pushed out.

Just because there is no danger to his life does not mean that there is no danger. The blood on Fang Zheng's body is far more than Ji Qingchuan imagined. The shocking red color dazzled Ji Qingchuan's mind.

"Doctor, is he seriously injured?" Ji Qingchuan pointed to Fang Zheng who was pushing the bed and sleeping with frown.

"There were two stab wounds on the right arm. The tendons and nerves were not injured, but there was a lot of blood loss. The patient tends to feel cold, so keep warm."

"I'm asleep." The policeman also came over to take a look. "It seems that the statement can only be made tomorrow. I'll watch it here. You can go through the admission procedures."

It was evening when Fang Zheng woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Qingchuan staring at him with good eyes.

"Qingchuan—" Fang Zheng's voice was weak and rattling.

"Are you awake?" Ji Qingchuan suddenly came to his senses, his expression of surprise was clear at a glance, "What's wrong with you? I'm calling a doctor now."

Fang Zheng: "Why are you here?"

"The police informed me. Don't do such a dangerous thing next time." Ji Qingchuan complained to him while feeding him water, and then brought clear water to carefully wipe the blood on his skin.

"Next time we meet, I will still do the same thing." Fang Zheng shook his head, "Otherwise, seeing the child get hurt?"

"You can call the police."

"The situation is critical, and it's too late to call the police." Fang Zheng shook his head, "The more dangerous things are, the more someone needs to do them. Everyone expects others to see injustice, and everyone refuses to stand up, so how can we have expectations for this society? ?”

Fang Zheng lost too much blood, and Fang Zheng was obviously lacking in strength. After a few words, he felt a little weak. He took a few breaths and said, "Qingchuan, I believe that if you were present, you would make the same choice."

Ji Qingchuan was speechless.He would indeed make the same choice, but he didn't want Fang Zheng to do this.Fang Zheng chose to stand up because of his sense of responsibility and courage; and he did not want Fang Zheng to do so, because he could not bear the pain of losing Fang Zheng.

"Are you hungry?" Ji Qingchuan could only change the subject.

Fang Zheng nodded.

"I'm going to buy porridge." Ji Qingchuan stood up and returned Fang Zheng's phone to him.

Fang Zheng swiped the phone: "It's just right, I'll call my brother."

Ji Qingchuan had just finished feeding Fang Zheng porridge when Li Weihang arrived with a big bag of food.

Seeing the bloodstains on Fang Zheng's body, Li Weihang paused, and his eyes shrank suddenly.

"What's going on?" Li Weihang grabbed Ji Qingchuan.Fang Zheng only said that he was injured on the phone, and asked Li Weihang to go to his house to pack some clothes and daily utensils, but did not explain the details.

Li Weihang's anger was transmitted to Ji Qingchuan through his clothes.Ji Qingchuan had no doubt that Li Weihang would rush out and beat up the gangsters violently.

"It's okay, it's just that the blood loss is too much, it looks terrible." Ji Qingchuan hurriedly explained the ins and outs to Li Weihang.

After repeatedly confirming that Fang Zheng is fine, Li Weihang immediately began to teach Fang Zheng: "Are you a pig? How old are people who don't use their brains when doing things? Even if you save someone, you must first determine whether you have the ability! I should praise you for your courage." Jia, should I say that you are stupid? Do you think that you are playing a stand-alone martial arts RPG game, and after completing the side plot of saving lives, you can get a lot of experience and item rewards? If the protagonist of the game is OVER, you can reload the file and start again, can you? ?”

Ji Qingchuan: "..."

"Brother, please lower your voice, I have a headache." Fang Zheng pleaded softly.

Li Weihang swallowed his words immediately, strode to the bedside, and tucked the quilt for Fang Zheng, with a worried expression and gentle hands and feet.After asking all the precautions that the nurse explained, he turned around and said to Ji Qingchuan in a low voice: "You go back, I will watch over him at night."

"Let me do it." Ji Qingchuan was very resolute.He didn't feel relieved if he didn't look at Fang Zheng with his own eyes.

"I am his senior brother, what are you?" Li Weihang looked at Ji Qingchuan provocatively, "The former...boss?"

"I'm his friend." Ji Qingchuan ignored Li Weihang's provocation, calm but firm.

"Who do you want to accompany?" Li Weihang ignored Ji Qingchuan, only stared at Fang Zheng, his eyes were full of "If you dare to choose him, I will beat you".

"Of course it's you, brother..." Fang Zheng took a peek at Ji Qingchuan, and he could see all the worries in Ji Qingchuan's eyes that were too late to retract.

"You go back." Fang Zheng blurted out in a ghostly manner.

Li Weihang's eyeballs almost popped out.

Fang Zheng was furiously stared at by him, and immediately asked Ji Qingchuan: "I remember that "Ni Lu" is rehearsing, don't you want to go?"

"It starts the morning of the day after tomorrow. I'll take a few days off first."

"Don't ask for leave." Fang Zheng shook his head, "A man should put his career first. This is what you do in the world. Besides, I'm not in any danger."

"Go busy with your career," Li Weihang said leisurely, "I'll take care of my younger brother."

"How about this?" Ji Qingchuan thought for a while, and discussed a feasible plan with Li Weihang: "Fang Zheng will definitely need someone to take care of him around the clock. From the day after tomorrow, I will take turns with you. You are daytime and I am nighttime. What do you think?"

"What about tonight?" Li Weihang asked.

"I'll stay." Ji Qingchuan replied.

"That's it." Fang Zheng's headache was splitting, and he gave his opinion in a low voice.

Li Weihang glared at him, using his eyes to convey complex and strong emotions such as "the useless thing turns his elbows outward", "you are lucky to be alone with him", and so on.

It's a pity that the pretty eyes are for the blind to see, Fang Zheng was drowsy and didn't look at him at all.

After exhorting Ji Qingchuan a few more words, Li Weihang left worriedly.

When Ji Qingchuan turned back, Fang Zheng was already asleep.

Ji Qingchuan sat quietly by the bed and stared at Fang Zheng.Maybe it was some pain, Fang Zheng frowned into a ball like a mimosa that had not yet unfolded, and his blood-losing face was pale.

It looked so pale and feeble, but the shock it brought to Ji Qingchuan was unprecedented.

After the initial worry gradually subsided, what filled my heart layer by layer was pride, proud of Fang Zheng.

Everyone complains that this society is becoming more and more silent and cold-blooded, but everyone is unwilling to change it by themselves, and always thinks that others will do it. So, how can we expect the society to get better and better?

When the vast majority of people see the news that the hero has stepped forward, they will casually praise, applaud, and even sing highly in a long speech, which is more passionate than the hero himself, as if this society has never lacked blood and chivalry.

However, this alone is not enough!

No matter how many likes you get, you are just a "keyboard man"!

If you can't stand up in a crisis, what's the use of more likes?

Ji Qingchuan fell into endless deep thought.

Probably the first time he saw Fang Zheng was in the spring sunshine. For a long time, Fang Zheng in his eyes was a little dull, a little stupid, and a little careless. People are like a tree in spring, thriving, but lacking the vigor of an old tree in autumn.

It wasn't until now that Ji Qingchuan felt that he still underestimated Fang Zheng.He only saw Fang Zheng's warm and easy-going side, but he forgot, since he is like spring, how could he not have outrageous vigor and strength?

Ji Qingchuan remembered that many years ago, when he was first hidden by the snow, he locked himself in the house all day long, unable to find a way forward, and saw no hope.Afraid that he would commit suicide, Qiu Mingjie bought him a bus ticket and coaxed him to travel outside to relax.

He traveled to many places, and later, in a certain windy and sandy border town, in the only dilapidated hotel, he read an old book left by an unknown tenant and stayed up all night.

That book is very simple, but it is a best-selling chicken soup for the soul, and every article is talking about old sayings such as being strong and believing in warmth.If you let him read it now, he will probably dismiss it as a bowl of rotten soup; but the world is so wonderful, at a special point, when you encounter a special book, you will be touched in an instant soul.

That morning, he walked out of the hotel gate, walked into the woods by the small river, and suddenly found that spring had come.

He heard the clumsy and powerful first twitter of birds, resounding among the bird carcasses everywhere; he heard the bursting sound of branches bursting through the ice and frozen soil, jointing their joints.

No one can stop this new burning power.His exhaustion, bewilderment, even anger and hatred were all swept away by the power of this fearless growth.He began to seriously think about the way ahead, and felt that he could continue to go on, and go on more bravely.

He remembered his mood and the state of his soul at that time, like a traveler who was exhausted to the extreme, who was about to collapse in the next second, but was unexpectedly reborn.

Ji Qingchuan shuddered suddenly, and instantly became enlightened, and his whole body became sober.

Isn't this the soul of the traveler in the play "Reverse Journey"?

With the bleakness and dryness of winter, we are looking for the persistence and strength of spring.There is hesitation, confusion, temporary loss, and occasional depression, but never give up.

In an instant, countless thoughts burst into Ji Qingchuan's mind, all about the actions and words of this character.He even felt that several lines had to be changed.

The resonance of the soul came so suddenly.Ji Qingchuan couldn't believe it.

Ji Qingchuan leaned over and grabbed Fang Zheng's hand: "You let me understand this role, thank you."

The author has something to say: I wanted to click and put it in the draft box, but my hand was disabled, so I clicked on publish chapter, and it turned out that this chapter was published several days in advance.Lock it first, then unlock it when the date comes.

The words of Martin Niemoller inscribed on the Holocaust Memorial in Boston, USA:

in Germany

At first they hunted down the communists,

I didn't speak,

because I am not a communist;

Then they hunted down the Jews,

I didn't speak,

for I am not a Jew;

Later they hunted down the union members,

I didn't speak,

because I am not a union member;

Afterwards they hunted down the Catholics,

I didn't speak,

for I am a Protestant;

At last they came to me,

But no one stood up to speak for me anymore.