after being falsely accused

"In the future, the flower shop will help me to refuse the delivery. I'm worried that my brother will think of bad things when he wakes up and see the flowers, and will relapse again." Wen Ying dare not be careless.

The nurse also felt that she had been negligent before, but since the delivery of the red tulips, Mr. Wen stopped being frightened and talking in his sleep.

But this was the request of the patient's family, and the nurse was not sure that the patient would not harm himself again when he saw the red tulip after waking up, so he could only agree to the request of the patient's family and took the red tulip for disposal.

The next day, the florist sent another bouquet of red tulips. The nurse told the florist not to send any more, "This is the request of the patient's family. Don't send any more from your florist, otherwise it will be thrown away." The nurse reminded The clerk who brought the flowers.

The flower shop clerk who sent flowers to the customers didn't know what to do, so he called back to the shop to ask.

After waiting for a while and getting a reply, I hurriedly said to the nurse, "Miss Nurse, this flower was sent by someone named Zhao..."

Before the clerk finished speaking, the nurse exclaimed in surprise, "Did it come from Zhao Xiuxuan?" When Mr. Wen kept calling Zhao Xiuxuan by the name last night, the nurse was planning whether to mention the red one to the patient's family today. Tulip flowers can make Mr. Wen sleep soundly. Now when he hears a Mr. Zhao, he immediately thinks whether Mr. Wen has been calling Zhao Xiuxuan.

In order to meet the business, the clerk nodded quickly regardless of whether it was sent by someone named Zhao Xiuxuan, "Yes, yes, it was Mr. Zhao Xiuxuan who asked him to give it. He said that Mr. Wen would like the red tulip."

When the nurse heard that Zhao Xiuxuan had really delivered it, she immediately took it and put it on the table next to Wen Huan's bed.

On the other side, Zhou Kangzhen, the superintendent who received the call from the flower shop, took a lot of effort to tell Zhao Xiuxuan not to ask for parole. There was only so much time, so there was no need to go out to see Wen Huan in such a hurry, but he was also forced He promised Zhao Xiuxuan to let Wen Huan visit the prison after he was discharged from the hospital.

When Wen Ying and the others came to visit Wen Huan, Wen Ying saw the red tulips next to the hospital bed again. Before Wen Ying could speak, the nurse immediately said: "Miss Wen, Mr. Zhao Xiuxuan commissioned this from the florist. Just to put it bluntly, Mr. Wen slept soundly when the flowers were delivered a few days ago. Yesterday, when the flowers were gone, Mr. Wen kept sleeping restlessly. He kept calling Mr. Zhao by his name again. Today I asked the florist to Don't send flowers anymore, the flower shop told me that Mr. Zhao Xiuxuan sent them."

The nurse finished explaining the reason why the flowers were still standing in a few words.

After Wen Ying and Jiang Penghao Wang Dayou finished listening, the three of them were a little silent.

"You mean, Zhao Xiuxuan knew that my brother was sick, and sent flowers?" Wen Ying thought that Zhao Xiuxuan might have hurt her brother because of some things, and Wen Huan kept calling this name in her sleep, so the previous name The one named Zhao Xiuxuan didn't come to visit her brother, she thought it was Zhao Xiuxuan who didn't care about her brother, and didn't even know that her brother was released from prison, but now all the flowers have been sent, and they have been sent for several days in a row. Knowing that her brother was released from prison, but she still refused to show up, which made Wen Ying wonder if this Zhao Xiuxuan had done something wrong to her brother.

"Yes." The nurse nodded repeatedly.

Wen Ying and Jiang Penghao Wang Dayou looked at each other, they didn't know who this Zhao Xiuxun was, and they knew that Wen Huan was hospitalized and didn't come to visit, but sent flowers instead.

The three wanted Zhao Xiuxuan's contact number, so they asked from the florist who delivered the flowers, but the florist kept the client's secret and refused to disclose the client's contact information no matter what.

At night, Wen Huan was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely saw the red tulip next to the hospital bed. When he returned to the prison in the dream, Zhao Xiuxuan said he liked him the most, and said that he was suitable for the red tulip. In the prison, he didn’t know how to get it. Every day, when he falls asleep next to Zhao Xiuxuan, he is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers. At this time, he seems to have returned to his and Zhao Xiuxuan’s small house in the prison, but this time there are only flowers and him, not Zhao Xiuxuan......

When Wen Huan woke up the next day, the medical staff saw that he was awake and checked him immediately.

Wen Huan saw the withered red tulip next to him, and murmured to the medical staff, "The tulip is gone, what should I do?"

The medical staff who checked Wenhuan were also stunned by the question, and the attending doctor was the first to react and said: "The flowers haven't thanked, and it will be fine later." The patient just woke up, and his mood was still not stable. After the doctor finished speaking, Immediately ask the nurse to take out the wilted red tulips.

The nurse next to him was relieved to see that Wen Huan saw that the flowers were not sick. After taking out the withered flowers, he waited for the flower shop to deliver them quickly.

After the medical staff checked Wen Huan, they found that besides his spirit had not recovered to a stable level, the wounds on his hands were also scarred, and there was no problem with daily dressing changes, but the patient's spirit had not yet returned to normal. His thinking still seemed to be living in the spirit of his own cognition, and he didn't realize that he had woken up for a while.

Wen Ying came to the hospital soon after the medical staff notified the family that Wen Huan had woken up.

"Xiaohuan..." Wen Ying entered the ward, saw that Wen Huan was a little dazed, and called out cautiously.

Wen Huan didn't respond to Wen Ying, but looked at the empty vase.

"Miss Wen, when Mr. Wen wakes up and sees that the tulips are thankful, he doesn't care about them. It should be fine when the flower shop delivers the flowers." The nurse just said the reason for the doctor's analysis.

It was only after the nurse reminded Wen Ying that there were no flowers in the ward today. She didn't know how the flowers would affect her younger brother, but now that her younger brother woke up, and because the flowers slept soundly, she wanted to take them out yesterday to ask for them. The contact information of the florist, I called and asked the florist to deliver the flowers in advance today, saying that her brother woke up and wanted to see the flowers.

When the florist delivered a bouquet of red tulips, Wen Huan looked at the bouquet of flowers in the vase, with a dazed expression: "It will still wither, no good, don't..." Wen Huan I vaguely remembered a vague picture, a small place where he lived before, with several beautiful red flowers planted in it, and he lived there with a very annoying person.

Seeing this, Wen Ying and the nurse immediately asked the clerk who brought the flowers to bring over some red tulips, and they didn't need to pick them this time.

Originally, Wen Ying wanted to pay, but the clerk told her that all the flowers sent to Mr. Wen every day had been packaged, and there was no need to pay any more.

Although Wen Ying was a little puzzled, she thought that Zhao Xiuxuan might owe her brother something, so she didn't obsess about it, and asked the clerk to send some red tulips.

Not long after, a few flower deliverers came this time, and they brought more than a dozen well-planted red tulips into the ward, confessed that it was a gift from Mr. Zhao, and left.

Wen Huan struggled to get up after seeing the flowers arrived, but his body had no strength at all after not eating for several days.

Seeing this, the nurse immediately helped Wen Huan stabilize, and moved a tulip beside him, "Mr. Wen, you woke up after sleeping for a few days, and now you have no strength. Let me put it here for you. I will help you first." Come here with a bowl of porridge." After the nurse finished speaking, she immediately left the ward.

Just now, Wen Ying's younger brother stared blankly at the red tulip next to him, sighed too, and brought some hot water for Wen Huan. Seeing Wen Huan frowning, she knew that her younger brother didn't want to eat or drink anymore.

"Drink some." Wen Ying held the bowl and took a spoon to feed Wen Huan water.

Wen Huan was a little reluctant, but still drank some water.

After the nurse brought over the porridge, I gained some strength and ate some with a spoon.

"Don't eat."

After eating, Wen Huan seemed to have recovered from his spiritual consciousness, knowing that he woke up, his stomach didn't want to eat, and he ate, with his sister, nurse, and red tulip beside him.

"Did you see who brought flowers here?" Wen Huan asked suddenly, he didn't know who came to see him when he fell asleep, but he fell in love with red tulips, and it was with Zhao Xiuxuan...

Thinking of Zhao Xiuxuan, Wen Huan's expression was very unnatural.

Wen Ying and the nurse heard Wen Huan ask some wonderful words. Wen Ying, who had experienced many illnesses when Wen Huan was a child, immediately knew that her brother was back to normal, and hurriedly said, "Xiaohuan, this is what Zhao Xiuxuan entrusted the flower shop to send over." Wen Ying originally wanted to ask her younger brother what was wrong with Zhao Xiuxuan, but she was afraid that her younger brother would get sick again, so she dared not ask.

As soon as Wen Huan heard that Zhao Xiuxuan asked the flower shop to deliver it, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Zhao Xiuxuan should be in prison now, how did he know that he was hospitalized...

And sent him red tulips...

Wen Huan clutched the order under the white quilt tightly, wouldn't Zhao Xiuxuan let him go?

Obviously he's already out of prison...

"Wen Huan, we heard that you woke up, so I'll come to see you right away." Jiang Penghao and Wang Dayou greeted Wen Huan loudly when they entered the ward, interrupting Wen Huan's thoughts directly.

"Peng Hao, great friend." Wen Huan greeted the two of them.

Jiang Penghao and Wang Dayou didn't ask about Wen Huan's illness, but kept telling Wen Huan about social news.

"Wen Huan, you don't know. My law firm took a case the day before yesterday. Guess what?" Jiang Penghao answered a riddle, and then continued: "An old man in his 60s went to whoring, but he was arrested. The young lady sued for rape. Fortunately, she brought a monitor, otherwise, whoring and prostitution would turn into rape, and she would have to sit in prison for a long time. Now the old man has found a lawyer from our law firm, and asked us to find a way not to let him It’s been too long in prison, it’s better not to even be detained, how can there be such a good thing.”

Wen Ying listened to it, and immediately said angrily: "He is in his 60s, and he still goes whoring. He deserves to be caught."

"He deserves it. The old man has some money at home, but after this incident, not only will he be detained, but his wife will also divorce him." Jiang Penghao was interested in this case because it was related to false accusations. relation.

Jiang Penghao also approached Wen Huan in a mysterious way, gloating and said, "It's because the old man is too old, and the lady thought that the old man didn't have a monitor, and wanted to make a big fuss, but who would have thought that the old man had a monitor?" If you don’t have a weapon, you will be the defendant, but the old man’s crime of prostitution is unavoidable.”

"The older a man is, the more likely he is to go whoring. Now, those old men are the ones who get jumped the most by immortals." Jiang Penghao has come into contact with many cases, and it seems that those old men who come to the law firm habitually use those cases to analyze.

Wen Huan was stunned when he heard Jiang Penghao's words. Thinking of Zhao Xiuxuan's age, he hesitated for a while before asking in a low voice: "What about the 41-year-old man? Will he do the same?"