The right way to break up with a lawyer

【Weakness, reluctance and lunatic】

Zhao Ling woke up in the strong smell of disinfectant, the ward was very dark, the only light came in from the window, casting a halo on the tall figure by the window.

The familiar back made Zhao Ling heave a sigh of relief, but the nausea rushed to his throat earlier than the sound. Zhao Ling retched while supporting the hospital bed, his throat seemed to be scorched by fire.Stomach churns, but nothing comes out.

The person by the window turned around abruptly when he heard the sound, walked quickly to the hospital bed and supported Zhao Ling, and with the other hand, he pressed the call bell on the bedside.

Soon after hearing the news, the nurse rushed over, and after seeing Zhao Ling woke up, she quickly called the doctor.

Soon doctors and nurses flooded into the ward, pushing Jian Shaojun out of the crowd.Zhao Ling's mind was buzzing, and what the doctor said seemed to be separated by a membrane.

Noticing Zhao Ling's movement of rubbing his temples with his palm, the doctor softened his tone: "It's normal to have a headache. You just need to rest for a few days after gastric lavage. Don't just eat liquid food for 24 hours. It is recommended to take semi-liquid food for the next week. Intake of irritating food and beverages, avoid smoking and alcohol, let alone intake of similar substances.”

Zhao Lingqiang cheered up and nodded: "Thank you doctor."

"You have to thank your friend. Fortunately, he sent you to the hospital in time."

Zhao Ling looked at Jian Shaojun who was outside the crowd, the last trace of fear in his eyes finally faded away.

Fortunately he is here.

In fact, after waking up, Zhao Ling felt a bit of regret, he should have called 120 instead of giving Jian Shaojun a position.

Jian Shaojun is neither in city B nor a doctor, and his unreasonable position will only increase his worry and cause him trouble.

But when I saw the back figure by the window, what aroused at the same time as regret was a kind of peace of mind.

Zhao Ling knew it was wrong, but at the same time that he was suffering physically, he didn't want to put a shackle on his mind.

After the doctors and nurses left one after another, Jian Shaojun and Zhao Ling stood and lay down next to each other, staring at each other for a long time. Finally, Jian Shaojun moved his legs that seemed to be filled with lead, walked to Zhao Ling's bed and sat down, silently tucked Zhao Ling. Quilt corner.

Getting closer, Zhao Ling could clearly see Jian Shaojun's emaciation, the stubble protruding from his chin, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his eyes were dark and swollen, his lips were dry with layers of white skin, and his body smelled like tobacco. The smell of the collar, the tie at the neckline is twisted aside.Zhao Ling had never seen such a slovenly Jian Shaojun, and he was even more embarrassed than Jin Chengye in the corridor that day.

When Jian Shaojun was about to take back his hand, Zhao Ling grabbed it: "Would you like to come up and lie down, have you not slept all night?"

Zhao Ling's voice was very hoarse, and it hurt to say a word, but he didn't expect Jian Shaojun's voice to be hoarse than his: "It's okay, you sleep."

Hearing the voice that seemed to be mixed with fine gravel, Zhao Ling frowned, propped himself up and turned to look for a glass: "Did you not drink any water?"

"Lie down!" Jian Shaojun became anxious, his throat seemed to be filled with anger, he wrapped Zhao Ling tightly with the quilt to prevent Zhao Ling from moving.

Zhao Ling calmed down, but looked at Jian Shaojun with his eyes open and refused to close. Jian Shaojun couldn't see that he was sleepy but was holding on, so he pursed his lips: "Sorry, I will give you a lesson about this matter." I'll explain it." His eyes were heavy and he couldn't see the emotion clearly, but Zhao Ling could feel the storm in those eyes.

"Jian Shaojun..." Zhao Ling licked his lips, "Why do you have to apologize to me? I should be the one thanking you."

"Without me, this matter would not have happened." Jian Shaojun looked at Zhao Ling steadfastly, his eyes seemed to trace something on Zhao Ling's face, then he withdrew his eyes and withdrew his hand, "I will make Jin Chengye pay the price."

"You want to call the police?"

Jian Shaojun raised the corners of his lips helplessly: "There is not enough evidence, he can pick himself up completely." He said slowly and solemnly, "But don't worry, I will not let him go, trust me."

"Of course I believe you, and this matter has nothing to do with you." Zhao Ling said indifferently, he squeezed the hand on his bedside through the quilt, "I have something to tell you before you go on a business trip, but I don't know how to speak, I want to tell you now."

"Wait until you get better."

"But I want to say it now." Zhao Ling felt uncomfortable, but instinct drove him to get rid of the backlog of thoughts in his heart.

"Wait until your voice recovers." Jian Shaojun raised his hand and pressed Zhao Ling's eyes, "Good boy, we'll talk when you recover."

"Then..." Zhao Ling was a little aggrieved, as if he was afraid that Jian Shaojun would take a look, and added unwillingly, "The last time my dad asked me to go home for dinner, did you come with me?"

"okay."

"By the way, give me my cell phone, I'll take a leave of absence first."

"I'll help you please."

"Okay... don't cover my eyes, I can't see you..."

Zhao Ling's voice behind him became smaller and smaller, and his breathing gradually became longer.

It wasn't until Zhao Ling fell asleep that Jian Shaojun withdrew his hand. If Zhao Ling was awake at this moment, he would see blood in Jian Shaojun's eyes and a terrifying cruelty.

What Zhao Ling said was correct, but it's not that Jian Shaojun couldn't sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.The image of Zhao Ling fainted in the car would appear in front of his eyes as soon as he closed his eyes, he dared not sleep, he was afraid that he would find that he missed it when he opened his eyes.

What if he didn't book last night's flight yesterday on a whim because he wanted to go home early?

What if he didn't see Zhao Ling's text messages and missed calls?

……

Although the doctor told him repeatedly that Zhao Ling's life was not in danger, Jian Shaojun still didn't dare to bet on something he couldn't afford.

Yes, can't afford to gamble.

Jian Shaojun felt that he might be a little seriously ill, and he had to sign some kind of broken contract, and then put the two good people into such a situation that they were in a dilemma and couldn't get out.

From the beginning, it was his fault.

If he hadn't been greedy for the warmth of that night, Zhao Ling wouldn't have had anything to do with him.

If it wasn't for him not being able to control his heart well, Zhao Ling wouldn't be considered his weakness.

……

its own fault.

Seeing Zhao Ling turned over, the expression on his face eased a lot, Jian Shaojun exited the ward lightly.

The cigarette case in his pocket was basically empty, he had no addiction to cigarettes, but last night while waiting for Zhao Ling to have his stomach washed, he emptied all the cigarettes on his body.

Only one is left.

Looking at the overlapping teeth marks on the filter, Jian Shaojun chuckled. Instead of lighting it, he peeled off the cigarette, tearing it round and round, rubbed the tobacco with his fingertips, and watched them melt with his fingertips. made a powder.

In the end, Jian Shaojun was still reluctant, so he left half of it and put it back in the cigarette case.

He pressed the phone he had been staring at for a long time, and when the call was connected, Jian Shaojun said in a hoarse voice: "I've made up my mind, you can start acting now."

The other end of the phone seemed to be very intense, Jian Shaojun listened to the other party in silence, and then said after a long time: "Haidong, what I want is not to let him be scolded by the old man twice, nor is what I want to make him lose his right of inheritance, I want him to be born in the future." Better to die."

He looked down at the half of the cigarette left behind because of his reluctance, and murmured: "Just think of me as a lunatic."

He had already told Zhao Ling that he was a lunatic.

Maybe there were a few moments that made him want to give up all the darkness and hatred in the past, but the black mist that was pressing on him was unwilling to let him go.

If what he got in return for his retreat was only intensified trampling and his ribs being broken and bullied, then he was willing to take up the sword and cut off the source of the black mist.

Even, that sword didn't have a hilt.

The author says:

Zhao Ling: What kind of resolution did you blindly make while I was asleep?

Jian Shaojun: Oh, you just snored.

Zhao Ling:? ?

Jian Shaojun: Really, I recorded it.

30 minutes later

Zhao Ling: Did I forget something?Is my memory failing?

Jian Shaojun: It's nothing, good boy, it's all stomach lavage pot.

Doctor: Gastric lavage washes the stomach and not the memory, please don't frame it casually.Also, can I have a discharge if I have time to flirt?Can you think about the gastric lavage patients who were sent in from the same ward because they failed to commit suicide because of a broken relationship?

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That's right, a small theater is a small theater. It's reasonable to develop and let go of speculation, but it's not the plot itself, okay——

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