ruffian detective

Shen Yan sat on the edge of the bed all night, and Zhan Feng kept his eyes closed leaning against the head of the bed all night.

Shen Yan was thinking about the case almost all night, and occasionally glanced at Zhan Feng who was motionless.

When the nurse came the next day, Shen Yan realized in a daze that it was already the second day.

Did the doctor prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine for Zhan Feng? When the nurse told him to take the medicine, Shen Yan stood up.

Sitting stiffly all night, I felt a little numb all over, and my movements were sluggish.

The second treatment wound on the foot seemed to have deteriorated due to Shen Yan's continuous violent behavior. After standing up for a while, he fell down and groaned.

Startled by Shen Yan's sudden reaction, he asked nervously, "Family, are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

A family member shouted that Shen Yan coughed directly, and Zhan Feng, who had closed his eyes and rested all night, also opened them.

He glanced at Shen Yan with a tired face, then saw Shen Yan's feet, and when he asked Shen Yan what was wrong for the second time, he said: "He has injuries on his legs."

Shen Yan looked up at Zhan Feng, but Zhan Feng didn't explain.

He glanced at Shen Yan in embarrassment, and put the anti-inflammatory medicine that Zhan Feng wanted to take beside the water glass: "You must take the anti-inflammatory medicine. I'll go get some alcohol. How big is the wound?"

Zhan Feng had an uncooperative look on his face, and Shen Yan answered, "Please bring me a roll of gauze, just change it."

He looked at Zhan Feng, then at Shen Yan, put away the case and went out the door.

After a while, the doctor who had stitched Zhan Feng's wound last night came in.

The doctor glanced at Zhan Feng, expressionless, and then at Shen Yan.

"Legs." The doctor spoke concisely, and put the chair in front of Shen Yan's feet.

Shen Yan obediently raised his foot to expose the wound, the bandage was light black, and the blood had clotted into clots.

Without the doctor's words, Xun Shu quickly removed Shen Yan's casually bandaged wound, revealing his inflamed leg.

"It seems that this is also a patient who 'insisted' on not listening to the doctor." The doctor's tone was the same as last night, but he squatted down.

He leaned closer to Shen Yan's leg, and lightly pressed the skin outside the two fingers of the wound.Afterwards, he reported the name of a medicine, asked Shen Yan to bandage it, and left.

Through the opened door of the ward, Shen Yan watched the doctor lead several nurses and a much younger doctor into the opposite ward.

The doctor who seems to be not very nice to speak is also an attending orthopedic physician.

Shen Yan didn't look at it anymore, after the wound was bandaged again.After writing, I sat for a while and went out alone.

Half an hour later, he returned to Zhanfeng's ward again, carrying two food boxes in his hand.

Open it, both are porridge, light.

"Drink some porridge, and go get an X-ray later. The doctor said that if there is no serious problem, you can be discharged from the hospital." Shen Yan said tactfully, clearly what the doctor said: young and young are self-confident. Come on, don't come to me again when your hands are useless.

Zhan Feng didn't refuse, but couldn't eat with a spoon in one hand.

Shen Yan took two sips and put it down, the silence spread in the ward, almost making Shen Yan want to go out to get some air.

After eight o'clock, Shen Yan took Zhan Feng downstairs to take a picture, and waited for another half an hour before getting the result.

Zhan Feng's wound looked serious, but his bones weren't too serious. He didn't need an operation, but he did need to heal for a while.

Shen Yan listened to the doctor's explanation in the radiology room, took the film upstairs and planned to have the attending doctor sign to complete the discharge procedures, but he waited for a while but no one came.

Shen Yan glanced at Zhan Feng who was following behind, and suggested, "Would you like to walk around?"

Zhan Feng didn't answer, but responded directly to Shen Yan in action.

The two walked around in the orthopedic department, and then went down the stairs. There was a small flower bed between the back of the first floor and the other inpatient department.

Surrounded by human-shaped walkways and marked parking spaces full of cars.

Sunlight poured down through the gaps between the leaves, and fell on the shoulders of Shen Yan and Zhan Feng.

The two met for half a step, and walked around the aisle in silence but almost in unison.

The temperature is just right, the sun is shining brightly, and there is even a slight scent of flowers, but it is a little weird mixed with the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

Shen Yan couldn't feel the warmth, and turned around, only to feel that the heaviness in his heart hadn't subsided by half.

He even wanted to go back to the bureau to see if Ji Xiaobei and Xue Congliang made any progress.

Shen Yan walked ahead silently, turned around and went upstairs, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the stairs that he went up this time. When he stopped, he had already arrived at a somewhat familiar place.

Shen Yan froze in place, Zhan Feng also stopped and looked up. There was an open space in the middle of the second floor with a fence erected.

It was not the first time for Shen Yan to come here, and neither was Zhan Feng.

Only that time not so long ago, they didn't come as patients.

I met a little boy here, and he said to Shen Yan: "My name is Tete, because Dad said I was the most special gift to him."

Shen Yan's hand clenched a little, Tete disappeared forever.

Tete couldn't see his father in the end. To Le Chen, he might just be a stranger, a person who could sacrifice for the benefit.

"...Shen Yan."

Zhan Feng's voice was a little hoarse, he hadn't drank water for almost a day, and he didn't rest, his voice was as abrupt as sandpaper rubbing against each other.

Shen Yan was a little absent-minded, and even looked back with a hint of confusion on his face.

"I will definitely catch him." Zhan Feng said.

Shen Yan understood that he was referring to Le Chen, and he was also referring to the obsessive-compulsive disorder who crushed and brutally killed Tete.

The same place, different time, but the hearts of two people are equally complicated because of the same person.

Before Shen Yan could reply, he felt someone tugging at his trouser legs.

But even if he used force, it was only a small force, but it caught Shen Yan's attention.

Shen Yan looked down in the direction of the strength a little strangely.

A little girl of four or five years old raised her head ignorantly.

She grabbed Shen Yan's trouser leg with one hand, while biting her fingers and shouted timidly: "Brother."

Shen Yan was stunned for a while, he didn't know the little girl but he still squatted down, looking at the little girl.

"Little friend, what do you want to do with your brother? Did you get lost?"

The little girl shook her head, stared at Shen Yan with her dark eyes for a long time, then suddenly raised her head to look at Zhan Feng again, and then called out: "Brother."

Zhan Feng obviously observed more than Shen Yan. A child of seven or eight years old, who speaks a little timidly, should be a little afraid of strangers. How could he suddenly hold Shen Yan?

She also called them brother, so she should know them?

But... how is it possible?

"Little friend, do you know us?" Zhan Feng asked, he was also sure that he had never met the little girl.

The little girl seemed to have passed the moment of fear, put down the index finger she had been gnawing, and smiled brightly.

"Are you brothers who buy candy for Tete?"