Wei Qing was afraid that when Yan Chuyang saw the patients in the ward, he would recall the memories of serving his grandma in the hospital.
He knew that he was able to marry this person, who seemed careless on the surface, as if everything was going smoothly.
But her mind is more delicate than anyone else's. Many bad memories are not forgotten, but just refrained from talking about them.
Yan Chuyang nodded heavily: "I know, don't worry."
The two entered the hospital side by side.
What neither of them expected was that they would run into Shen Shimin head-on at this place.
The woman's face was a bit haggard, and she didn't look very well recently.
"Why are you here?" Shen Shimin was also surprised.
"To see a patient." Wei Qing said lightly.
"Oh." Shen Shimin loosened her shoulders and said with a sigh of relief, "I thought you were sick."
Yan Chuyang was a little embarrassed standing beside him, he took two steps back spontaneously, stood behind Wei Qing, and gave the two of them the space to chat.
"I see that your complexion is not good." Wei Qing said in a deep voice, "Are you sick?"
"No." Shen Shimin touched her face, and said a little depressed, "Selina got sick recently, and she always had a fever. I came to the hospital to get her medicine."
Wei Qing sighed and comforted: "Don't worry, children recover from colds slowly, you have to give her some time to recover."
Shen Shimin gave a hum, and asked, "Which ward are you going to? I have been coming to this hospital to get medicine these days, and I am quite familiar with the ward. I can take you there."
Wei Qing was stunned: "I don't know which ward it is yet."
Shen Shimin raised her eyebrows in surprise: "I don't know?"
Because he was not sure which ward it was, Wei Qing called Zhuo Zhanheng.
No one answered, it showed that it was turned off.
As a last resort, I had to go to the front desk to ask.
"Wei Dongsheng?" The nurse searched for the name in the computer housing records, flipped through the records for a while, frowned and looked up, "I'm sorry sir, our hospital has never received a patient named Wei Dongsheng."
Wei Qing's heart tightened, and he quickly asked: "How is it possible, he was hospitalized here three months ago."
"No." The nurse shook her head. "I checked with you from the records four months ago. From March to now, there is indeed no check-in record about the Mr. Wei Dongsheng you mentioned."
"Could it be that the information was not recorded?" Yan Chuyang asked beside him.
"No." The nurse shook her head and explained, "We will call out the hospital records every other week for spot checks. If there is an error, it should have been discovered long ago. It won't be four months without any records."
"How could this be?" Wei Qing murmured with his pupils shrinking slightly.
He knew Zhuo Zhanheng well. A person like him would not joke about Wei Dongsheng's health, let alone lie to him.
Since he said that Wei Dongsheng was about to face an operation, it should be true.
But why is there no hospital admission record.
Could it be that Wei Dongsheng's condition had deteriorated, and there was no way to treat him in Songcheng Hospital, so he was transferred to a hospital in another place
The man's heart trembled, he turned and walked out of the hospital.
Shen Shimin and Yan Chuyang looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurriedly chased after them.
Wei Qing drove to the villa where Zhuo Zhanheng and Wei Dongsheng lived.
Shen Shimin kept saying that she was worried about Wei Qing, so she also followed.
The villa was quiet, and the fence outside the door was tightly closed. Obviously, there was no one there.
Wei Qing entered the password to open the door, opened the fence and entered.
All kinds of flowers and plants planted in the yard have grown wildly, and the branches of rose climbed along the wall of the garden to the window. The Evergreen also seemed to have not been built for a long time, and it had lost its original shape.
Apparently, they've been gone for a long time.
Wei Qing walked quickly to the living room door, took out a key card that Wei Dongsheng had given him from his wallet, inserted it, and opened the living room door.
The living room was terribly quiet, because the lights were not turned on and the light was dim.
Wei Qing exhaled and walked in slowly.
On the coffee table in the living room, there was a letter.
"Son Wei Qing, kiss me."
With trembling fingertips, the man picked up the letter from the tea table and carefully opened it.
The letter's handwriting is strong and powerful, not Wei Dongsheng's handwriting. Wei Qing has seen his handwriting, and it looks like ants crawling. It is a school of its own.
It should have been dictated by Wei Dongsheng and written by Zhuo Zhanheng.
"Son, when you got this letter, your Uncle Zhuo and I have already left.
Actually, I originally wanted to leave by myself, but your Uncle Zhuo refused to let me go, insisting that I couldn’t do anything well and would be bullied if I went there, so I had to follow me to the death.
Alas, look at your dad, he's been like this for the rest of his life, being treated like a child by your uncle Zhuo.
But, son, I really hope that you too can find the one who treats you like a child.
I know, you will be angry and think why I left like this, but I really don't know how to say goodbye to you.
Like so many years, I don't know how to tell you, I love you.
You should know, your father is used to being self-willed, there is no way, who made me born with a golden spoon in my mouth, my whole life goes smoothly, and when I was just twenty years old, I captured a diamond husband like Uncle Zhuo.
I feel proud, but I didn't expect that you are as proud as I am.
I admit that since I was a child, I have wanted to control you, because I think that you are my son, and I want you to grow into what I imagined.
In fact, it's not that I don't love you.
On the contrary, this is the expression of loving you too much.
If you don't believe it, you can go to the street and grab a parent at random and ask if they have the same mentality as me. My control over you, to put it bluntly, is to hope that your child will become a dragon.
But I know, I was wrong.
I was too selfish, too narrow-minded.
Because I like men, I selfishly feel that, as my son, you should also like a man.