His son has seven cheap fathers

There was no feeling in the whole arm. Han Zhao tried to bend his fingers, but it seemed as if his fingers didn't even exist.

Han Zhao looked down, staring at his right arm covered with white plaster.

After a while, the corner of Han Zhao's left lip turned upward suddenly, and he raised his left hand, which still had the needle inserted.

The fist of his left hand clenched violently. He knew that if he wanted to, he could break the plaster cast on his right hand with one punch, or if he couldn't break it with one punch, then two punches. He had to check as soon as possible whether his right hand was still there. use.

Just when Han Zhao was about to put this idea into practice, the door of the ward was pushed from the outside.

The doctor at the door saw that Han Zhao woke up suddenly, and his surprised expression was still suppressed. He saw that Han Zhao was raising his left arm, which was clearly about to hit his right hand.

"Mr. Han!" The doctor shouted, but this shout did not immediately attract Han Zhao's attention.

But when the doctor rushed in, Han Zhao noticed his approach from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Han, calm down!" The doctor said again.

Han Zhao couldn't hear this sound clearly because he was closer, but he had learned lip language during his years in the army, and he could even be said to be quite proficient.

There was a humming reverberation in his head, and Han Zhao frowned and looked at the doctor's lips.

He knew that he didn't hear what the other party was saying, but saw it.

So now he might not only have a broken arm, but also his hearing?

Han Zhao bent his lips and laughed, but the laughter couldn't reach his ears.

The doctor in the white coat was planning to break the plaster after seeing Han Zhao woke up, but now he was laughing so hard that he wanted to get closer, but he was a little afraid of the coldness and madness emanating from Han Zhao.

After only laughing for more than ten seconds, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Han Zhao put down his left hand, the needle was misplaced just now, and scarlet blood gushed from the back of Han Zhao's hand.

He seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and it was also because this pain was not worth mentioning compared to other places on his body.

His head hit the pillow hard, and his head ached sharply, but Han Zhao didn't even twitch his brows, and all the light in his eyes fell silent.

All the warmth faded from the dark eyes.

Not knowing what came to mind, Han Zhao laughed again, but this time he laughed silently.

When Han Zhao seemed to be emotionally stable, the doctor beside him took a deep breath and approached the hospital bed.

When the doctor was about to speak, Han Zhao spoke first.

"Tell me, how is my body now?"

Han Zhao's over-calmness frightened the doctor.

As far as Han Zhao's situation is concerned, it is very good, but if someone else is so close to the grenade, it is estimated that this is not in the ward, but in the morgue.

The doctor quickly organized his words and informed Han Zhao of his condition.

Han Zhao's arm was not broken. The reason why he was unconscious and put on a plaster cast was because many meridians were damaged. According to Han Zhao's physical fitness, it may not take long to recover.

In terms of internal organs, many of them were injured by the huge shock wave, but Han Zhao can be said to be very lucky. The grenade is considered inferior, so as long as he rests for a while, it is only a matter of time before he recovers.

"You've said so much, and you seem to have forgotten one more thing. I can't hear anything now." Han Zhao looked at the doctor coldly.

"You can't hear, then just now..." How did Han Zhao know what he said just now? Han Zhao's expression clearly said that his hearing is fine.

"I can read lips." Han Zhao said bluntly.

The doctor opened his mouth and said, "Your brain nerves have been severely injured. The hospital's inference is that it may take a while for you to wake up."

According to the normal procedure, a critically ill patient like Han Zhao should be checked immediately after waking up, but Han Zhao refused, and wanted to know his condition as soon as possible. When Chang Zai saw Han Zhao's family, he had to bend over.

A young doctor like Han Zhao dared not go against Han Zhao's request.

"Is it possible to recover?" Han Zhao originally wanted to move his right hand, which was in plaster, so he silently tapped the fingers of his left hand twice.

"This needs to be checked again."

Where did the doctor dare to give an affirmative answer, he was ambiguous.

Afterwards, Han Zhao didn't ask any more questions. He lay on the hospital bed and was pushed to the examination room by the medical staff.

Knowing the news about Han Zhao's accident, it was about ten days later. Surveillance cameras around the incident took pictures, but those pictures were controlled by the police and were not disseminated on the Internet.

Now that Ji Ling's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, he seldom browses the Internet during the day.

Qi Heng knew that Han Zhao had an accident, and he knew exactly which hospital and which ward he was lying in.

But this matter, Qi Heng kept it from Ji Ling, and did not say it, which affected Ji Ling, a pregnant woman.

The last two months are the most important, Qi Heng can't wait to stay by Ji Ling's side 24 hours a day, whenever Ji Ling takes two steps, Qi Heng looks extremely nervous.

To Qi Heng, it doesn't matter who the baby in Ji Ling's womb is.

As long as Ji Ling nods, and the rest, he is willing to take care of Ji Ling and his son.

When they went to the hospital for a color ultrasound, the doctor told the two that Ji Ling was pregnant with a boy.

For boys, Ji Ling is the best.

Qi Heng didn't tell Ji Ling that he started to pay attention to baby-related things a few months ago, such as clothes, milk powder, diapers, cribs, and so on.

Han Zhao was injured by a bomb while saving an old man. Qi Heng went to the hospital to have a private look.

As far as Han Zhao saved people, Qi Heng admired him.

If he changed himself, he didn't know if he could be as selfless as Han Zhao.

But sympathy is sympathy, Qi Heng will not give up Ji Ling because of this matter.

Han Zhao was lying in the hospital and had almost no contact with Ji Ling. When he woke up later, he thought about contacting Ji Ling, but if Ji Ling saw him in such a mess, Han Zhao would rather Ji Ling not come.

Besides, with his current condition, it's not suitable for a pregnant woman to come and see him.

Although Han Zhao didn't appear in front of Ji Ling, the people he sent were still working, sending Han Zhao regular photos or videos of Ji Ling.

That day Ji Ling took a nap and wanted to go out for a walk. Qi Heng had some urgent matters and needed him to deal with them himself. Before leaving, Qi Heng told the two bodyguards he invited to protect Ji Ling.

Ji Ling didn't leave the compound, but walked slowly in the compound, his clothes were all loose.

The long woolen coat covered Ji Ling's protruding belly, and many people in the community took their children out for a stroll.

Seeing the innocent and romantic children, Ji Ling's eyes were filled with tenderness.

His babies will surely be like these little ones too.

Thinking about it, Ji Ling's memory suddenly returned to the last moment of the previous life, and he felt a pain in his heart.

For the past two days, Ji Ling has been sleeping a bit poorly. He would wake up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he couldn't remember what dream he had.

Walking to the bench, Ji Ling sat on it.

There were two young people sitting on the bench opposite, and they were talking about the bombing.

The distance between the two chairs was not far, and the two of them did not avoid others, and the sound of discussion entered Ji Ling's ears.

Ji Ling was planning to listen to it as general social news, when he suddenly heard some familiar words.

Drug dealers, prison escape, revenge, the army, the Han family.

The news has indeed been suppressed, but the gossip cannot be completely suppressed.

The people living in the villa area here are either rich or expensive, and it is not impossible to know some inside information.

Ji Ling looked at the two people and asked, "When did the bombing happen?"

The two froze for a moment, and one of them said, "Two weeks ago."

"I heard from you just now that the surname of the injured person seems to be Han. Is that person called Han Zhao?" The reason why Ji Ling asked so definitely was that he remembered such an explosion in the previous life, but that time Han Zhao There was no injury. Han Zhao discovered the fugitive when he was camping outside Han Zhao's house.

The man was later sent back to prison.

There is a big difference between this time and the previous life.

"Not sure, we also heard about it." It wasn't the person who replied at first, but a friend around him.

Ji Ling could clearly see the change in the expressions on the faces of the two of them. He saw the young friend gently bump him with his arm.

After returning from the walk, Ji Ling seemed restless. That night he dreamed again, and woke up in the night, but remembered what dream he had.

He dreamed that Han Zhao was lying in front of him covered in blood, and the man's right hand was bloody and bloody. Even so, he still stretched out his right hand, wanting to pull Jiling.

Seeing the bright red blood all over the place, Ji Ling kept stepping back in shock.

As he stepped back, his foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and he fell directly into the abyss behind him.

Ji Ling opened his eyes and turned his body, and Qi Heng who was lying beside him woke up.

The bodyguard and Qi Heng mentioned about Ji Ling's walk in the afternoon. Qi Heng thought that Ji Ling would ask him when he came back, but Ji Ling didn't reveal a word.

Ji Ling would always wake up at night, and Qi Heng knew about it, and the time of waking up began when Han Zhao had an accident.

Qi Heng didn't want to link these two things together, but now, I'm afraid it's impossible not to.

Qi Heng got up, turned on the bedside lamp, turned his head, and met Ji Ling's bright eyes.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, and it was Ji Ling who spoke first.

"Has something happened to Han Zhao?"