It was Xiaofei's scream, because she saw her boss grabbed the blade with his hand without hesitation, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Xiao Fei supported the wall with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and stared dumbfounded at the blood on Wei Qian's hand flowing down the groove of the dagger and the back of his hand. Then he raised his knee and pressed against the little man's On her stomach, Xiao Fei heard a muffled sound, and she could almost imagine the pain. The man let out a short "Ah", spit out the saliva, bent down unconsciously, and was followed by an elbow hard Knocked on the back of the neck.
The little man staggered a step on the spot, lay down like a dying fish, rolled his eyes for a long time, and twitched slightly on the ground.
It wasn't until this moment that Xiao Fei felt a little pain from twisting her ankle.
The elevator door opened, and a security guard who was patrolling the underground garage, who was about to go upstairs, took two steps back in fright at the bloody scene.
"Call the police." Wei Qian picked up the knife on the ground with his good hand, and said to San Pang who hadn't had time to hang up the phone, "I'm in our downstairs parking garage."
The suit on him was too slim, not suitable for such strenuous exercise. Wei Qian felt it when he threw Xiao Fei out. Sure enough, when he looked down, the coat was torn.
He simply took off his torn coat and wrapped it around his bleeding hand.
San Pang shouted at the top of his voice: "You frightened daddy to death! What's going on?!"
"Tsk," Wei Qian said, "otherwise we can also invest in a clothing factory. Ragged clothes are so expensive and so fragile."
San Pang: "Get out! Fuck, don't move there!"
Said that San Pang hung up the phone with a "boom", and there was a busy tone from inside.
Xiao Fei hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from her bag, limped over, wiped Wei Qian's bleeding hand with a pale face, and looked at the hideous wound on his hand, Xiao Fei felt that she was about to faint Bleeding: "This, this, this is not good, I have to go to the hospital. Wei Dong, you scared me to death just now, you know? He still holds a knife, you, you are too courageous, you are not afraid of him"
"I'm afraid of him?" Wei Qian slightly raised his eyebrows, stretched out his foot and stomped on the back of the lying on the ground, and said generously, "When I was a thug for others, when I was born and died, ya Still wearing crotch pants."
"What time is it funny!" Little Feigen didn't believe his trick, and pulled Wei Qian out of the elevator in fear, "Hey, this man is too dangerous, please stay away from him! Security guard, you can think about it first Bind this man up? This is a classic case of stabbing people with knives."
The security guard immediately called a large group of people down through the walkie-talkie, and several people hurriedly arrested Wang Dongliang's brother-in-law and surrounded him.
"I didn't tease you." Wei Qian said to Xiao Fei while wiping his hands, "When I was young, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I ran to the underground black boxing arena in Guangdong by myself, and gave black boxing to others. It turned out that it was not a black boxing arena at all, but a test base for new drugs, and it was escaped after a narrow escape."
Xiaofei stared at him blankly for a while, then said flatly: "Oh, in fact, when I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I became a spy for an alien spy. Cats and puppies were given to them for research, and then the spy was bitten by an unvaccinated puppy, and finally got rabies and died, so I finally got rid of the double-dealing life."
Wei Qian laughed cooperatively, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. It was only a dozen years ago, and no one would believe what he personally experienced at that time.
Is life really so ups and downs
Or in his short first half of his life, he has already hurriedly lived other people's lives
Wei Qian didn't mention it any more, but asked rather gentlemanly: "By the way, my hands were a little heavy just now, are your feet okay? Did you get sprained?"
As soon as she said this, Xiaofei became inexplicably happy. She quickly broke away from the state of panic and trembling just now, and asked with a smile: "Wei Dong, did you pick me up with one hand?"
Wei Qian raised his eyebrows, smirked reservedly, straightened the skirt of his shirt, waiting for her to praise him for being brave.
Unexpectedly, Xiaofei just held her face and said happily: "Great, it seems that I am not fat at all, so I don't need to lose weight!"
Three minutes later, Xiaofei called two people from upstairs, one drove Wei Qian to the hospital, and the other stayed with her to wait for the police to deal with the matter.
There was a heavy fog outside, and the visibility was very low. The driver looked at his bleeding hand and was terribly anxious. He tried to merge several times, driving dangerously.
Wei Qian: "No major blood vessels were injured, the bleeding almost stopped by itself, and it's not a miscarriage, why are you so anxious?"
The driver gave him a trembling look.
Wei Qian frowned and leaned on the back of the seat: "Slow down and drive in such a heavy fog, I don't know if I can take off on schedule."
The answer is no.
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The airport was stranded in a large area, a sea of people, as crowded as a Spring Festival travel train, Wei Zhiyuan finally found a seat in a coffee shop, and read a book to pass the time. Unexpectedly, after reading a book, he still didn't get any reliable flight information, so he had to take out his computer and go online again.
Wei Zhiyuan had nothing to do, wandered around the net for a few times, suddenly, a piece of news popped up, he just wanted to close it as usual, and glanced over it in a hurry, but felt that the picture below the news looked familiar.
Looking again, it was the underground parking lot of his brother's company.
The headline of the news was "A man was subdued for attacking with a knife in an office building."
Wei Zhiyuan immediately dialed the landline of Wei Qian's company, but no one answered, and he was transferred to the front desk by the internal line.
Just after listening to the ins and outs of a few sentences, Wei Zhiyuan broke out in a cold sweat, and dialed Wei Qian's cell phone again.
Wei Qian is in the hospital, one hand is inconvenient, it took a long time to find out the phone: "Hey, you haven't taken off yet?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Where are you?"
"I, uh," Wei Qian paused, and said vaguely, "I'm outside, I have something to do."
Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him impatiently: "Where is the injury?"
Wei Qian was taken aback: "You are quite well informed."
Wei Zhiyuan got anxious with him on the spot: "Don't talk nonsense with me! Where did you hurt?!"
Wei Dong has never been yelled at like this before, and he hesitated for a while before he came back: "What are you yelling about? I haven't died yet—I just got a small cut on my hand, and I'm fine."
The cafe was crowded with people and the heating was sufficient. Many people were so hot that they took off their coats, but Wei Zhiyuan felt that his hands were numb from the cold. He closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, forcing himself to slow down his voice by eight steps. Degree: "I'll change the ticket."
"Are you full?" Wei Qian's tone seemed a little lazy, "I won't reimburse you for the taxi fare."
"I want to go back to play the rocket, I don't feel relieved if I don't look at you."
"Oh, all right, you wait." Wei Qian called him helplessly, Wei Zhiyuan heard him sigh, and then there was a "click" from the other side.
After a while, the mobile phone reminded him that he had received a multimedia message. Wei Zhiyuan opened it and saw that it was a photo sent by Wei Qian. The area around the wound had been cleaned up. A doctor in a white coat avoided the camera and was showing him with his head down. Treatment, wiped off the blood stains, although it still looks like flesh and blood, but it's really not that serious.
"Have you taken a look?" Wei Qian said, "After reading it, just wait there and don't go back and forth."
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, he suddenly felt very strange.
For one thing, he has never seen Wei Qian taking pictures with his mobile phone. Wei Qian has no habit of playing with his mobile phone. He either makes calls or sends text messages, and there is no third function other than that. A person who has never used it, can he immediately remember that this thing can still take pictures at a critical moment
And just to prevent him from changing his ticket
Indeed, Wei Zhiyuan did need to deal with the matter of investment funds, but it was not urgent. It didn't make any difference if he went half a month earlier or later.
Even if there is nothing wrong with Wei Qian, and his flight is delayed due to heavy fog, if he calls back and says, "Brother, I may not be able to leave today, what do you think if the weather changes", Wei Qian will not let him go back
That's impossible, Wei Zhiyuan felt, with his brother's temper, he might be worried because of the bad weather, so he drove over to pick him up himself.
Everything is afraid of pondering, after such pondering, Wei Zhiyuan became more nervous, Wei Qian was obviously pushing him out, so what happened to him
Wei Zhiyuan never knew that his imagination could be so rich. In such a short period of time from running out of the airport to getting in a taxi, all kinds of worst-case scenarios have already been spinning around in his mind like a lantern.
He felt that his heart rate was about to soar to 180.
Wei Zhiyuan cut first and played later, rushed to the hospital in a hurry, and immediately took a taxi and turned around to go home. He didn't feel relieved until he opened the door and saw the person lying on the sofa.
Wei Zhiyuan leaned against the door of his own house, feeling that his legs were about to soften into noodles, he calmed down for a while, and then walked over slowly.
The TV was on, playing a rather boring variety show, and Wei Qian was already lying on the sofa and fell asleep. He rested one hand on his lower abdomen, and the other hand was injured, with a clean bandage spread out on the side.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't disturb him, bent down to look carefully at Wei Qian's injured hand, and made sure that his face was fine and there were no more wounds on his body, so he was completely relieved, and muttered in his heart: You bastard, nagging What are you hiding? Your soul has scared you away.
At this moment, the cell phone that Wei Qian threw on the table in the hall rang. Wei Zhiyuan walked over to pick it up and saw that it was Xiao Fei. He looked back at Wei Qian who was sleeping soundly, picked up the phone and pushed the door to another room. One Room: "Miss Fei, it's me."
Xiaofei paused: "Hey, Xiaoyuan? You didn't leave? Where's your brother?"
"I saw the news at the airport. I was worried, but I came back—he fell asleep. Is there anything urgent?"
"Great," Xiaofei said, "Can I trouble you to come over? There is an urgent project from the project company that needs his signature immediately, and the people there have to go back by train at night. I should I sent them over, but your brother broke a heel in the elevator today, and I just borrowed a pair from someone this afternoon, and they don’t fit well, can you?"
Wei Zhiyuan agreed without hesitation, put his luggage back in the room, picked up Wei Qian's car keys and left.
He was quiet from the beginning to the end, Wei Qian didn't notice it at all.
It wasn't until Wei Zhiyuan walked for a long time that Wei Qian was awakened by the knock on the door of San Pang, an unexpected guest.
San Pang: "I'm here to express my condolences to the comrade who has broken his claw. How is it? Does it hurt?"
Wei Qian was soundly asleep when he was woken up, feeling upset, and said angrily, "There is a kitchen knife in the kitchen, you can chop it yourself and feel it—isn't this nonsense?"
Sanpang sat down on his sofa: "Come on, you are a hero, I heard that Xiao Fei is almost blowing you into Ximen Chuuxue. Go back and enjoy the admiring eyes of the two-month-old little girls. "
As Sanpang said, he took Wei Qian's arm and looked at his hand wrapped into rice dumplings: "He has become a one-armed hero—hey, why are you so small? Xiaoyuan left at this time. At this juncture, I will go home. I don’t have anyone to take care of me, I said earlier that you should marry a wife, and let others give up on you, and you will settle down sooner, now alas! Forget it, I feel even more uncomfortable if I talk too much—by the way, where is my sister?”
"Yesterday her agent called her and told her to go back and watch the drama." Wei Qian said.
"Ah? Are you leaving too?" San Fatty scratched his head, "Hero Yang Guo, what kind of shit luck do you think you're having? How about I stay here for a few days?"
"No need." Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said, "Ma Chunming can jump around? I may have to take a short vacation in two days. If there is anything wrong with the company, you should discuss it with him."
San Pang: "Wait a minute, I don't know what it means, why are you going?"
"It's nothing, I have a minor operation, and I plan to stay in the hospital for a few days."
Sanpang was stunned: "Surgery? What kind of surgery?"
"It's nothing, it's very small."
San Pang: "Chronic appendicitis?"
Wei Qian: "Yes."
"You 'um' what 'um', who are you fooling?" San Pang frowned, and looked at Wei Qian with infinite doubts, "You made it clear to me, there is no way if you don't make it clear."
"There is a small tumor on my lung. I made an appointment at the hospital more than half a month in advance, and I will go to the hospital for treatment in two days." Wei Qian saw San Pang's devilish expression, and quickly added, "It's really fine, It’s not a big problem, it’s benign, just cut it off and it’ll be fine.”
The fire in San Pang's heart "fired" immediately, and he asked him: "When did Wei Qian, my grandma, you all fucking happen?"
"Isn't that the company's physical examination this fall? The film that was taken at that time said there was a shadow on the lungs, and a PPD was done. It said it was not tuberculosis. Anti-inflammatory drugs can't go away, and it's not inflammation." Wei Qian looked at San Pang's face. The uglier he looked, the more he changed his voice immediately, and added, "However, no signs of cancer were found in the bronchoscopy and sputum, and most of them are benign. I said, don't be like your dead father?"
"Probably?!" San Pang's vocal range was suddenly expanded to a high frequency that is difficult for humans to reach, and he yelled into Wei Qian's ear, "Dad! You'd better die for me, surnamed Wei!" Can you speak human language? What is 'mostly'?"
Wei Qian rubbed his ears: "I know you people."
San Fatty: "Your third uncle, you can still hold back this matter in your heart, have you changed your motherfucker?"
Wei Qian had no choice but to say in a louder voice than him: "Mr. Spittoon, please calm down, please?"
"I'm not calm, my ass hurts." San Pang walked around the room twice, and leaned in front of Wei Qian with a ferocious expression, "No, brother, brother has been cowardly since he was a child, and his courage is not as big as the tip of a needle. What did the doctor say?" Yes, is it reliable? Don't be 'probably', okay, give me an idea, is it benign or not?"
Wei Qian leaned on the back of the sofa: "It's really all right, the doctor means that the problem is not serious, but you can't say what he said, you understand, otherwise, if the diagnosis is benign, open the chest to see if it has spread If it happens, he will have to bear the responsibility.”
San Pang jumped three feet high: "I'll beat you to death! What the hell are you talking about?"
Wei Qian waved his hand: "Bah, bah, I didn't mean that, I meant"
"Shut up!" Sanpang sat down and gave him a hard look. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and his voice was a little weaker, "I see—I said what you idiot have been doing lately!" You quit smoking, I still think you are a good man, and you are waiting for me here. If you are not about to leave the company for a while, don't you plan to tell others?"
"Look at your jumping up and down virtue, who shall I tell?" Wei Qian put his foot on the coffee table, "That's all for now, don't spread the word to me if you have nothing to do, especially"
"Especially Xiaoyuan." Sanpang continued.
"Well, there's also Xiaobao. Let's talk about it after the surgery. Let's keep it a secret for now."
Sanpang calmed down, heard a little meaning from his voice, looked up at Wei Qian's seemingly nonchalant face: "Qian'er, are you also ignorant?"
Wei Qian squeezed out a smile: "It's like bungee jumping. I know I'm fine intellectually, but I still feel quite terrified in my heart. It's fine for me to be terrified by myself."
Sanpang stared into his eyes: "To be honest, what did you think when you first found out that there was a shadow on your lungs, and ruled out tuberculosis and inflammation?"
"Then what do you think?" Wei Qian peeled an orange, threw a piece into his mouth, and said flatly, "There are many possibilities that may cause lung shadows, and it is not necessarily ruled out that these two are lung cancer. "
San Pang: "Don't let go of your cigarette butts after this incident, you must have felt that the sky was about to fall."
Wei Qian threw an orange peel at him, and cursed with a smile: "Thank you, don't put your old man's success on my head, okay?"
The friendship between San Pang and him wearing open crotch pants, as soon as he heard that he didn't deny it directly, he immediately understood it in his heart.
However, he didn't see the slightest clue or sign in the past. San Pang can guarantee that he didn't see it, and others certainly didn't see it, even Wei Zhiyuan included.
But now that I think about it, there may be some clues. The first thing to bear the brunt is the plan for the industrial park.
Wei Qian has always had the idea of building a mature property team. Up to that time, he had always said that the time was not yet ripe, and the risk was slightly higher, so he had been working on the plan, but he had never shown it to others. Is it the right time now? Are you particularly mature
Sanpang, like everyone else, thought that Wei Qian had been paying attention to this matter, and then took advantage of the opportunity of Wei Zhiyuan's return to China and Wang Dongliang's provocation to launch it, but he launched the plan, but he did not personally arrange it, but handed it over to Ma Chunming.
After thinking about it for a while, San Pang understood that he seemed to be intentionally handing over the power he had held for many years.
Was Wei Qian anxiously waiting for a trial that might be the death penalty
Well, according to Wei Qian’s appointment for hospitalization and surgery half a month ago, plus the preparatory work he deliberately sent away Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao, it can be inferred that the sword of death penalty was removed from his head, that is, What happened a month ago, was Wei Qian any different then
Neither seem to be available.
Maybe there are, but no one else knows
San Pang didn't know that while Wei Qian was waiting for the test results, besides launching that plan, he also did another thing to Wei Zhiyuan. He didn't know that after the alarm was lifted, when Wei Qian was planning to send the two cubs away, he relaxed and let Wei Zhiyuan do something to him.
San Pang looked into the eyes of his old friend, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He suddenly came up with the idea of chatting, and asked Wei Qian: "Back when Sister Chen Lu was ill, you told me that one day in the future, if you also got terminally ill, you would just walk away and hide yourself to die. Is it true? ?"
Wei Qian: "Of course not, how could I do such a thing?"
San Pang blinked his eyes in astonishment.
"That was then, and now is now." Wei Qian pressed the whole peeled orange peel on the coffee table and unfolded it. He broke off half of the fruit and handed it to San Pang. He said, "I will go for treatment, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery, Whatever works."
"Aren't you afraid that you will lose all your hair and look like you're dying? Are you not afraid of dragging others down?"
"Chen Lu was born a great beauty, so it's only natural that he's afraid of being ugly. What am I afraid of?" Wei Qian smiled, "In terms of money, I can't drag anyone down. I'll live in the ICU for the rest of my life and I won't be short of money."
San Pang: "So you know you're afraid of death? I said that at the time"
"That's not true." Wei Qian said, "I figured it out when grandma left. If a person is ill and suffers enough crimes, has a long illness and has a bad temper, and finally becomes sick like a monster and dies, The family members usually feel that it is relief, and it will not be difficult to accept, but if it disappears immediately, I am fine, I am afraid that Xiaoyuan and Xiaobao may not be able to accept it, especially "
Without saying a word, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone—probably San Pang didn't close the door when he came in, and there was a gap in the air, and it opened with a push. The two raised their heads, and saw Wei Zhiyuan's expressionless face. At the door, there was still a briefcase in his hand.
When Wei Zhiyuan came back after picking up his things, he happened to hear the conversation between San Pang and Wei Qian at the open door, but he didn't listen to the whole thing, he just heard Wei Qian's sentence "go to the treatment, chemotherapy , radiotherapy, surgery, whatever works.”
Wei Zhiyuan was dumbfounded.
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