After passing through the book, he was targeted by two fierce A's

Time passed by in a flash, and a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Ye Jue had just come out of the recovery room, sweating profusely from exhaustion. His recovery speed was the fastest in the hospital, and he could get out of bed and walk around freely in two weeks. Although it didn't last long, it was already a good time. omen.

Ye Wan asked for leave in advance, including Qingming Festival, she can stay in Dongcheng for a full week.

"Second brother!" The elevator door opened, and she waved to Ye Jue, and there were several people standing behind him with serious expressions.

The atmosphere of the nursing home today is a bit weird. Men in suits and leather shoes pass by from time to time. They are strong and silent. Even if they abide by the rules in the hospital, they still dare not breathe.

Ye Wan got out from such a group of people, still holding a basket of fruit in her hand, her tone was light and easy: "Look what I bought for you?"

Ye Jue smiled unconsciously, took the fruit basket, and saw pineapple cut into small pieces at a glance.

"Sold outside, it smells sweet."

"Well, let's go back and try it, where's the elder brother?"

"Brother took Yaya to get vaccinated, sister-in-law is going to work today."

The two talked and walked towards the ward, Ye Jue raised his head inadvertently, the elevator door in the distance slowly closed, and in the narrow gap, a strange man in a suit looked straight at him, his brows were wrinkled, his eyes were like Sharp as a hawk.

Before he could observe carefully, the elevator door closed, the green light turned red, and it began to move upward at a constant speed.

"Brother?" Seeing that he hadn't followed, Ye Wan called out to him.

Ye Jue came back to his senses, temporarily suppressing the discomfort of being stared at: "...Well, here we come."

The nursing home has urgently closed its outdoor activities today.

The fact that such a thing can happen in this kind of gathering place where the rich are either rich or expensive is enough to prove that the situation is not simple.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Jue woke up from a nap.

After a while there was a knock on the door, the little nurse followed his schedule of daily activities, gently opened the door, and handed over a small tray.

In addition to several plates of fruit and afternoon tea, there is also a small box in the tray.

"Sorry, Mr. Ye, the equipment in the outdoor venue needs to be repaired today. I hope you can forgive me for the inconvenience caused. This is the compensation from the hospital. Please accept it."

He was still a little dazed and didn't wake up, so he took the box and looked at it twice.

The top of the dark green velvet box is engraved with a pattern of thorns, and the clusters of thorns are tufted with birds spreading their wings.

He didn't know this brand, and he couldn't keep up with the trend of the times in the past few years. Based on his knowledge of the sanatorium's wealth, he guessed that the things in this box should be very expensive.

The little nurse left after delivering the things, Ye Jue yawned sleepily, drooped his eyelids sleepily, and went back to sleep.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up again.

Under his repeated persuasion, the Ye family finally stopped coming to the hospital to watch over him every day. After all, he was already an adult, and during the three years since he was in a coma, the Ye family had their own lives.

The balance of a family needs the guardianship of every member. Now that he is awake, he will not blindly absorb it.

There are crutches and a wheelchair beside the bed, which are rehabilitation supplies specially configured for him by the nursing home.

Ye Jue practiced for too long in the morning, and Ye Jue's legs were still soft. He didn't try to be brave, and sat in a wheelchair. The custom-made wheelchair has complete functions and outstanding appearance. Adjust wheelchair height, seat softness.

The sun was setting, and the warm orange glow covered the sky.

On the vast and boundless lawn downstairs, there are children playing football and old people taking a leisurely walk. The family members accompanying the patient can hardly hide their worries, but they also smile in such an environment.

Seeing a lively scene, Ye Jue decided to go for a stroll.

Ye Wan entered the ward at this moment, and was stunned when she saw him standing by the window, "Brother, do you want to go out?"

"I'm going down to blow some air...why are you here?" Ye Jue asked her, "Didn't you say there is a class reunion today?"

Ye Wan put down her bag, rolled up her sleeves and pushed onto the wheelchair: "Hey, the class reunion is to listen to a group of classmates who were not familiar with bragging. I went to say hello to the teacher and left. I just happened to be here to accompany you."

Ye Jue still remembered how excited she was when she said she was going to attend a class reunion yesterday, raised her eyebrows, but he didn't ask: "Okay."

The electronic wheelchair has an automatic navigation function. Along the way, Ye Wan curiously asked him about the various functions of the wheelchair. After knowing that the seat temperature can be adjusted according to the current body temperature, she became excited.

"Brother, what brand of chair is this? I will try my best to save money and buy one."

It can navigate and adjust the temperature, the pop-up screen can also be used as a portable computer, and there is storage space at the bottom, which can put blankets and lunch boxes, which is really heart-wrenching.

Ye Jue didn't expect her to be interested in his wheelchair, "I don't know, it's provided by the courtyard."

"Generally, the logo of this kind of product will be printed in an obvious place... just wait for me to look for it," she said happily, "I found it!"

Ye Jue turned his head, and there was a familiar pattern engraved on the pushing hand.

Thorns and birds.

There is also a line of French engraved below. Ye Wan pulled out the translator and took a picture of the string of French. After seeing the translation, she was stunned, her face suddenly became weird, and before Ye Jue found out, she put away the phone as usual. .

Before she could speak for a long time, Ye Jue couldn't help asking her: "Did you find out?"

Ye Wan replied: "No, this should be specially customized by the hospital, I was overthinking it."

Customized by the hospital?

Could it be the logo of the nursing home?

The two got on the elevator, and the elevator descended to the first floor at a constant speed.

On the way, Ye Wan seemed a little puzzled, and asked him: "Brother, from the outside, this building should have thirteen floors, why does the elevator only have buttons to go to the twelfth floor?"

Ye Jue followed her voice to see that the elevator buttons really only go up to the twelfth floor.

He thought for a while, "Let's make even numbers symmetrical."

Ye Wan choked: "...Huh?"

"Normally, this kind of nursing home has some important people recuperating, and it's normal not to be disturbed by others," Ye Jue knew this kind of plot well through the book once, and said casually: "Maybe there are bodyguards everywhere on the thirteenth floor. There is also an identity check to go in, so let’s just pretend we don’t know about this kind of thing.”

Novels are generally routine. Characters of this level are nothing more than meritorious generals, nobles, big bosses who hide their identities, etc. They are highly respected and respond to everyone. Diaoyutai.

It would be best if there was a passer-by cannon fodder in this sanatorium, like him, who was curious and unbelieving, insisted on finding out, and then through the tragic end, he would highlight the boss's awesomeness from the side.

Ye Jue: "..."

Wait, I can't think about it anymore, the system is not there, and he has already started arranging scenes for himself.

Ye Wan twitched the corners of her mouth, trying her best to swallow the words in her mouth: "...Brother, are you really not curious at all?"

"I'm not curious," Ye Jue looked at the constantly changing numbers casually, and Ye Jue's thin eyelids were drawn down tiredly. Small and beautiful red moles dotted the ends of the eyes, and his voice could not hear too much ups and downs: "I just want to Hurry up and get well, get out of here."

Now he's stuck here, unable to do anything.

In the past month, he has seriously thought about his current situation. In summary, he can't lift his shoulders or lift his hands, but he is also famous and known as the pioneer of the legal system.

Because of this unusual status, the nursing home kept him under wraps. It was a private institution with a lot of money and backed by mountains. Naturally, there were many ways to hide information about a person.

Ye Jue felt that the situation was a little serious. Pei Heng was the same age as him, and went abroad in his third year of high school. The Pei family has taken root abroad over the years, and the domestic foundation is weak. Although Pei Heng told him that he would come back to look for him, he couldn't tell if he could find him.

In addition, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, whether the Pei Heng in the book world and the Pei Heng in the real world were the same person; or they were the same person, but would the Pei Heng in the real world have those memories... all kinds of things Speculation made him even more eager to see Pei Heng and find out.

It's just that he needs time.

Lots and lots of time.

After having dinner with him, Ye Wan went home.

Ye Jue was the only one in the huge ward. He watched TV for a while, staring in a daze, and suddenly heard Director Chen's voice from the communicator, "Ye Jue, come to the eighth floor, your medical report is out."

Ye Jue pressed the communication button, the red light flashed, and he said, "Okay."

He didn't take a wheelchair anymore during this trip. The wheelchair is just an auxiliary tool. The first prerequisite for him to be discharged from the hospital is to regain his mobility.

The nursing home at night was very quiet, the elevator stopped on the first floor and was slowly ascending.

He pressed the button to go upstairs, and with a sound of "ding", the door opened, and a pale light poured out. There were several tall and burly men in black standing inside. sharp edge.

One of them looks familiar, and I just saw it this morning. As in the morning, the man stood in the middle of the elevator, and his sharp eyes fixed on him again.

There were only four or five people, but the elevator was packed to the brim.

Ye Jue was silent for two seconds, and waved at them: "You guys go up first."

The elevator door was about to close, and a man before pressing the button quickly stretched out his hand and pressed the button to open the door.

Ye Jue: "?"

The stalemate between the two sides was suddenly interrupted by this action. The man who was staring at him withdrew his gaze, and suddenly said, "Third, fifth, step back."

The two men in black moved, and a space was vacated on the left side of the elevator.

Ye Jue couldn't get off the tiger, so he could only walk in, and said to the man on the other side, "I'll go to the eighth floor."

In just a few seconds from the seventh floor to the left of the eighth floor, his voice was very clear in the silent elevator, but the man over there said "Hmm?" and asked him, "Which floor?"

"Eighth floor!" Ye Jue said hastily.

The man said "Oh" and pressed the button slowly.

Ye Jue watched helplessly as he pressed the number key for the eighth floor. At this time, the elevator had already ascended to the ninth floor. In the blink of an eye, the number changed to "10" again.

He had black lines all over his head, wondering if he had offended these men unknowingly.

"Sorry," the man bowed his head at him, with a guilty look: "My hand slipped."

Ye Jue said helplessly: "It's okay, I'll just sit down later."

He glanced at the wall again, wanting to know which floor they went to, but found that except for the "eighth floor" that had just been pressed on, the rest of the buttons were dark.

Ye Jue: "?"

How about you play blind box?

Wait... His expression froze, thinking of the "No. 13th floor" of the nursing home that Ye Wan said.

Late at night, the man in black, the cannon fodder of passers-by who sat on the floor, and the mysterious name code...

Fuck, this can't be a "thief ship"... No, it's a "thief ladder"?

While thinking wildly, the thirteenth floor arrived.

"Ding".

The elevator doors slid open.

In the next second, it seemed as if he had entered the busy city in an instant, and chaotic and noisy voices poured into the eardrums from every corner.

"Operating room! Operating room!"

"...It's ready! His... body... indicators are disordered... Hurry up—"

The corridor on the thirteenth floor was brightly lit, and countless black-clothed bodyguards stood on both sides of the corridor. In such a tense scene, they were like cold and hard sculptures, watching everyone vigilantly.

A gust of cool wind blew around him instantly, Ye Jue turned his head, several men in black had already blended in, the leading man strode to stop the nurse, and asked about the situation with an extremely cold face.

"Bone Lulu"——

The cart slid past, surrounded by three or four chief doctors, their serious faces covered with cold sweat.

Ye Jue stood where he was, and saw the snow-white and soft duvet on the hospital bed from among the swaying figures.

And a hand exposed from the quilt.

Slender, pale, and pampered.

……

The elevator doors slowly closed.

His complexion was the same, he raised his eyelids, and through the narrow gap, he once again met the sight of the man in black during the day.

The man's eyes are still full of scrutiny.

—He knows me.

Ye Jue thought.