"Ms. Jing, Mr. Yu, the old man's examination has been completed."
At this moment, the voice of the medical staff rang out. Jing Yu came back to his senses, and the man standing in the wind in front of him also turned his head.
He just saw Jing Yu now.
Under the brilliant fireworks, two people looked at each other, but there was a gloomy dark look in his eyes.
Jing Yu wanted to ask something, but she stopped herself from saying anything. Yu Zeyao put out the cigarette in his hand, walked towards her, and put his long arm around her slender shoulders, "Let's go in and take a look."
Maybe it was because the wind outside was too strong just now, Jing Yu felt that his hand on her shoulder was icy cold. That kind of coldness penetrated through her clothes, penetrated into her skin, and chilled her blood vessels.
The frail old man was sent back to the ward, and Jing Yu lay beside the bed, calling him softly.
The old man seemed to finally notice and opened his eyes slightly. When he saw her, his dull eyes seemed to light up a little.
However, her eyes slowly turned and when they fell on the man beside her, her dull face suddenly showed some excitement. It seemed like fear, uneasiness, and doubt, and her lifeless eyes suddenly expanded and widened.
He waved his hands wildly in excitement and moved his lips vigorously, as if he wanted to say something. However, something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.
"Dad, calm down!" Jing Yu was frightened by the old man's reaction and spoke to comfort him.
However, he showed no sign of calming down, but became more and more excited, so excited that he foamed at the mouth.
"Dad!" Jing Yu grabbed the old man's waving hand and with his other hand pressed down his shoulder which was trying to lift up, trying to calm him down.
However, the condition did not improve at all, and he was about to go into shock. However, his eyes were still fixed on Yu Zeyao, as if he was an enemy whom he hated.
Jing Yu looked back at Yu Zeyao with an inquiring look. Yu Zeyao was also looking at her, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.
Jing Yu found that he couldn't see through him at all.
She spoke slowly: "Can you go out and call a doctor for me? My dad may need a sedative."
Yu Zeyao said nothing, but walked out silently. The door of the ward was closed, and his back looked lonely and desolate as he left.
Jing Yu's heart sank again.
the other side.
Thanks to Wen Yanzhi's careful care, Jingrong's legs have improved recently. Although he can't walk like before right away, at least he doesn't have to lie in bed all the time.
He can use a wheelchair to get around, and occasionally, he can even stand up despite the pain, although he can't do it for long.
The only thing that frustrates him is that his hands are always weak, especially his right hand. Even holding a pair of chopsticks will cause it to tremble and fall to the ground.
At first, Wen Yanzhi would buy a drawing board and paints for him to try, or more accurately, to encourage him to actively do hand rehabilitation activities. But ever since Jing Rong suddenly became extremely depressed last time and spilled all the paints in self-destruction, Wen Yanzhi completely cleared out all the painting equipment from the house, leaving nothing behind.
Jing Rong never mentioned painting again. They both seemed to have a tacit understanding and swept painting into the darkest corner.
Today is New Year's Eve.
All the servants in the Wen family's villa were gone. Some went home, some visited relatives.
Jingrong slept until dark in the afternoon. When he woke up, he could not hear any movement in the whole room. It was so dark that he felt uneasy.
The more important the day is, the lonelier and more desolate people appear in a quiet environment.
Wen Yanzhi should have also gone back to his home to reunite with his family!
A few days ago, his sister Wen Xue had started calling him repeatedly to urge him to come back.
He had not been used to the care of the servants recently, but he had gotten used to Wen Yanzhi's noise beside his bed, so he was somewhat uncomfortable with the sudden silence at this moment.
Jing Rong sat up, walked out of the darkness to the bedside to feel for his wheelchair, and wanted to sit on it. However, just as he grabbed the wheelchair handrail, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.
The light from outside shone in through the crack in the door. A tall figure covered in bright light stood at the door.
Jing Rong subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and the dazzling light made him squint unconsciously.
"Awake?" There would be no one else in this house except Wen Yanzhi at this moment.
"Why are you still here?" Jing Rong was surprised to see him. However, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness in his heart disappeared in an instant.
"This is my home. Where else can I go if I'm not here?" Wen Yanzhi turned on the light and walked straight in.
"Wen Xue asked you to go back for the New Year."
"We have to go back." Wen Yanzhi lowered his head and glanced at him, "I have to take you with me."
"Where are you going?" Jing Rong looked at himself with self-mockery, feeling a little frustrated. "I can't go anywhere."
It's not that he doesn't want to go back to see his sister and father, but what does it mean for him to appear in front of them like this
"Of course you come back with me." Wen Yanzhi didn't like his self-destructive look, so he lifted the quilt and picked him up from the bed. "Take a shower, change clothes, and come back with me for dinner. My mom has called several times to urge me. If she didn't want to disturb your sleep, she would have stuffed you and the quilt into the car a long time ago."
Jing Rong has been carried around by him like this a lot recently, but he still feels very uncomfortable. He said sternly, "Put me down."
"Stop moving around. Stay still." Wen Yanzhi glared at him.
"The wheelchair at home is not just for decoration. I can walk with it."
"Little brat, can't I hug him anymore?" Wen Yanzhi didn't care about his awkwardness. Jing Rong was much younger than him, a full ten years. In his eyes, Jing Rong was a real child. A proud, awkward, but actually easy to coax child.
After he said a few words, Jing Rong stopped talking. Wen Yanzhi carried him to the bathroom and put him on the sofa beside him.
"Sit down for a while, I'll give you some water."
Wen Yanzhi gave instructions and turned around to open the valve of the bathtub. Then, he looked at the various bottles and jars on the shelf and asked, "Which one is the shower gel you usually use?"
"The third white one on the right."
"What's this black bottle?"
"Medicine. Pour some in there too."
"Is this enough?" Wen Yanzhi asked as he poured the black medicine into the water. He didn't stop until Jing Rong said it was okay.
Then he turned around and went out to get him a bath towel.
Normally these things were done by servants, but now it was Young Master Wen who took charge of them all. Jing Rong looked at the figure walking back and forth in front of him, and his heart was moved.
Although he always shouted that he was fully responsible for his injury, Jingrong knew in his heart that the incident was not his fault at all.