Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

The policeman nodded in agreement, and then sat down beside the hospital bed. He was holding a notebook, with no expression on his face, and asked dryly, "Is Ji Fanfan okay?"

Ji Fanfan nodded in a daze, not understanding why they came.

"That's right, we are investigating your case of intentional injury. We have interviewed residents living near the scene of the crime, and we have also contacted your friends. We have temporarily identified several suspects." Speaking of this, the police paused After a while, I shifted my gaze from the information recorded in the notebook to Ji Fanfan's face——

"Now that you're awake, we want to ask you if you remember what your attacker looked like?"

Ji Fanfan's heart tightened, sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face turned paler. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I know who it is."

The two policemen looked at each other and asked with a frown, "Do you mean you know the murderer?"

Ji Fanfan's complexion was still very bad, he clenched his left hand tightly, lowered his eyes to block the complicated emotions in his eyes, and whispered the name of Boss Hei, "It's Qian He."

He originally thought that he would never have to deal with this person again, but he didn't expect to be involved with this person again after going around.

He is not a saint, Qian He did such an extreme thing to him this time, he might be asking for his life next time, it is impossible for him to let this person get away with it.

The policeman thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Are you sure it's him?"

Ji Fanfan took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, "I'm sure."

"Can you tell us what's going on between you?"

Ji Fanfan pursed his lips, obviously unwilling to mention it again, after all, the grievances between him and Qian He for so many years involved more than just the two of them.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the police knew that this was a case caused by personal grievances, but since the victim didn't want to bring it up, they couldn't force him to question him, and it was already a fact that Qian He had caused the victim's disability, which was enough to convict him.

The policeman drew a circle somewhere on the notebook, then stood up, "Thank you for your cooperation, we will continue to follow up on this case, and we will notify you if there is any specific situation."

"Thank you!"

After the police left, the nurse took the medicine and sat down on Ji Fanfan's right.

The nurse looked to be in her 30s, and she had a child herself. It was embarrassing to see Ji Fanfan lose a hand at such a young age.

While undoing the bandage on Ji Fanfan's right hand, she asked softly, "Does that murderer have any deep hatred with you? He hit so hard..."

Ji Fanfan recovered from his contemplation. He didn't want to talk about Qian He any more, and instead asked about other things, "Excuse me, when will my hand be healed?"

The nurse was taking off the bandage, she gave Ji Fanfan a weird look, then lowered her head without daring to meet his gaze, and said in a soft voice with a bit of heavy emotion, "Well, it's hard to accept, but we still Have a look!"

Ji Fanfan didn't understand why she said such strange words, he blinked uneasily, leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed, "Is it difficult to recover?"

The nurse lowered her head even more when she heard the words, and at the same time accelerated the speed in her hand, her voice was weak, "It's not a question of recovery or not..."

"Then..." A possibility suddenly crossed Ji Fanfan's mind, and then his whole body trembled uncontrollably because of this terrible thought.

The nurse was afraid that he would touch the wound by moving around, so she hurriedly said, "Don't move around."

Ji Fanfan bit his lip and stared at his right hand, the dark emotions in his dark pupils continued to accumulate.

"My hand, isn't it, useless..."

When he said this, his tone was very light and low, as if he was simply proving a certain fact that had long been tacitly accepted, and he couldn't feel his sadness and pain at all, but the nurse felt chills in his heart.

She subconsciously looked up at Ji Fanfan's face, but saw that Ji Fanfan tilted his head. She couldn't see his expression, but she felt that he must be feeling bad, and she didn't know how to comfort him, after all Just relying on a few words that don't hurt or itch, how can people accept the fact that their hands are useless...

The nurse thought about it and said, "...Well, don't think too much, just take care of your wounds, maybe someday there will be a miracle."

Ji Fanfan was silent, he bit his back molars hard, his pale face was slightly reddish from the pain spreading from his heart, and his eye sockets were even hotter.

He didn't say another word, but glanced at his right hand while the nurse was changing his dressing. The horrible blood red was reflected in his eyes, making him forget to breathe.

He tried his best to hold back the tears, his eyes were red, he wanted to move his right hand in disbelief, but he didn't feel it at all, that right hand didn't seem to belong to him at all, it didn't listen to him at all, and was out of his control.

At this moment, he really believed that his hand was useless...

After the nurse hurriedly changed Ji Fanfan's medicine, she didn't dare to stay any longer. She was afraid of irritating the patient again, so she quickly packed her things and left.

The moment the door of the ward was closed, Ji Fanfan couldn't bear it any longer and began to cry bitterly. He covered his mouth with his left hand vigorously, not daring to make too much noise, and wept suppressedly.

After struggling to live for more than 20 years, he actually became a useless person, a useless person who will drag others down, how ridiculous it is...

Why!Why did you do this to him!Why did such a thing happen to him!He obviously has nothing left, and now he wants to take his hand away...

He can selectively ignore and forget all the bad things in the past. He feels that after a long time, those things will have less impact on him, so he doesn't need to keep remembering those pains to torture himself.

But now, the disability will accompany him for the rest of his life, becoming his lingering nightmare...

Ji Fanfan clenched his hands vigorously, his scarlet eyes showed his pain and unwillingness, the hatred spreading from the bottom of his heart was so strong, it was the first time he hated so much, hated those people, hated everything, hated this desperate world.

He curled up, his heart throbbing with severe pain, he tried his best to hold back the crying, his body trembled unbearably.

He couldn't stop panting, he wanted to calm himself down, but he couldn't do it at all, he hurried out of bed, ran into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and sat down on the floor exhausted.

Heart-piercing cries escaped from his throat. He hugged his knees and banged the back of his head against the wall in pain.

Waves of violent emotions came over him, and he cried uncontrollably and coughed heavily.

In the small space, suppressed and sad emotions continued to spread, and the pain was like a monster with tentacles, grabbing him tightly and strangling him by the throat, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Lady Luck never seemed to see him, she let him fall into the sea, was eaten by darkness, and let his soul fall into the unfathomable deep sea, from which he could no longer escape.

For him, this world was actually more difficult than hell where life was worse than death.

If you are doomed to have no hope, you are doomed to live in such a miserable way——

Then, he really has had enough and lived enough...

The wind blowing on the roof, the wind in winter is always biting, like a poisonous snake with no temperature, entangled in the heart, strangling the heart, it hurts.

Ji Fanfan stood on the edge of the roof, his thin body swayed slightly by the blowing, he was like a dilapidated kite, which could only be manipulated by the strong wind.

There was no gleam in his pitch-black eyes, even if the lights of thousands of families fell into his eyes, it was like falling into a black hole that swallowed everything, and they all disappeared.

Ji Fanfan stared blankly into the distance, where there is endlessness, where there will be freedom and a paradise without pain.

He gently raised his left hand, the wind passed over his palm, taking away the little warmth left in him, he tried to grab something, but it was still empty.

That's right, he already had nothing, his relatives have left him, and the only person who treats him wholeheartedly treats him as a toy...

This world without expectations is simply terrible.

Ji Fanfan raised his head and closed his eyes. At this moment, he could hear many voices, including quarreling, mocking, the sound of wine bottles being smashed to the ground, and even the sound of wine gurgling out...

But all of this, including this hopeless world, will soon have nothing to do with him.

It was dark, and the sun would still rise tomorrow as usual, but his sun would not rise again.

He burst into a relieved smile, and it was over.

He slowly raised his right foot...

The wind passed through the sleeves, and it was very cold, but this feeling was quickly replaced by numbness.

On this ordinary night, his departure was of little importance.

Time seems to slow down, the world seems to be blank, and all the sounds seem to be covered by a layer of membrane, but the sound of the iron door hitting is so deafening, and the sound of messy and panicked footsteps is so clearly audible.

Suddenly, a huge force came from his waist, which was so strong that it almost strangled his waist, and it was this force that dragged Ji Fanfan back from the brink of death.

Ji Fanfan and Zhai Sicheng fell to the ground together unsteadily.

Zhai Sicheng rode on him, grabbed his collar, and his angry look was completely devoid of his usual gentleness, and he roared angrily: "Ji Fanfan!!"

Ji Fanfan was like a puppet who had lost his soul, tilting his head, his dark eyes were devoid of emotion, and were shockingly empty.

Zhai Sicheng firmly held his shoulder, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Ji Fanfan, look at me! Look at me!!"

However, his trembling and intense emotions of fear and anger could not infect the people in front of him, and Ji Fanfan's eyes that had lost their light could not even reflect his appearance.

Zhai Sicheng hugged him tightly, buried him on his shoulder and cried hoarsely, "I don't care, Fanfan, I really don't care, I will take care of you for the rest of my life, I will treat you well... "

"I care……"

Those three simple words were uttered in the most desperate voice. ?