If it was said that the last time Chu Ci was sent to the hospital with stomach bleeding, Han Yue was only panicked and remorseful, and decided to change his past, then the blow to Han Yue by Chu Ci cutting his wrists this time was fatal.
Ren Jiayuan personally followed up the first stage of the operation. About an hour later, he came out of the operating room and saw Han Yue still sitting on the armchair in the corridor, staring blankly at the air. His coat was faintly stained with the blood from Chu Ci's wrist, and his whole face was pale and lifeless, the contrast was so sharp that it made people tremble with fear.
Ren Jiayuan felt angry when he saw him like that: "Hey, what are you doing sitting there? You are dead!"
Han Yue acted as if he hadn't heard it, and didn't respond.
Ren Jiayuan slapped him hard on the back, and there was a muffled slap! Han Yue took a fierce step forward, and then he came back to his senses: "...how did you come out? Where's Chu Ci?!"
"I can't die!" Ren Jiayuan said angrily, "You should be glad that he didn't bite off the blood vessel as soon as he entered the bathroom, otherwise, if you wait for half an hour and then go in, you will already be out of breath! Fortunately, the veins and nerves were broken. Contusion, the affected side may not be able to use force for a period of time after the blood vessel is sutured, and it needs to be maintained for a period of time. It is not life-threatening at present, and I have called two authoritative old doctors to sew the skin on him."
Han Yue stared at Ren Jiayuan motionlessly for several seconds, then nodded and said, "Oh!" Then he covered his face and slowly slid down the wall.
Ren Jiayuan asked: "What happened this time? I can't stand being beaten by you? Or did you come up with a new way to torture people?"
Han Yue's shoulders trembled, he didn't say a word, just shook his head there.
"If you weren't my friend, to be honest, I would be staying in the operating room right now, and then I would call the police directly and tell them that you were sexually abused. Have you seen what you have done to people? There are many soft tissues all over the body. Abrasions—these are nothing, the key is infection, high fever, if you do this, you will die, but high fever will burn you to death! Han Er, tell me, what big things are going to happen Do you stop when people die?"
Han Yue was silent for a long time before saying in a trembling voice: "He said in front of the whole family that day that he wanted to break up with me..."
Ren Jiayuan was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "It's time to break up, indeed it's time to break up... Then you get annoyed? Lock him up and handcuff him to the bed? And threaten to handcuff him forever if you want to break up?"
Han Yue remained silent.
"Why do you think that Chu Gong has such a fate to be overlord like you Han Yue? Sigh!" Ren Jiayuan sighed and shook his head again and again, "Tell me, do you really like him?"
Han Yue hesitated for a long time before nodding heavily.
Ren Jiayuan couldn't figure it out: "Why have you hesitated for so long? Could it be that someone is going to die, and then you realize that you actually love the wrong person?!"
"... no, no. I think I made him like this, it's really... I can't really say I..."
"I can't tell you that you like him." Ren Jiayuan took the initiative to help him continue, "Okay, let's count how sincere you are to Chu Gong—look at your dead father, I also think you really have But Han Yue, have you ever thought that if someone stays by your side now, he will die. He failed to commit suicide this time. What about the next time? What about the next time? Do you know how much willpower it takes for a person to commit suicide by biting his wrist? , It’s much more difficult than cutting the pulse with a knife! It’s lucky to be rescued this time, will there be such good luck in the future?”
Han Yue was shocked, and the last bit of blood on his face faded away.
"Han Yue, I know you like him, ah, Chu Gong is really like that, he is quite likable." Ren Jiayuan thought about his words, and then said: "If you really like him, just let him go, he fell in love with you Wherever he goes, what he likes to do. Do you know where his biggest problem lies? In his heart, he definitely has a heart disease, a big heart disease. Now you are forcing him to detain him and handcuff him, which can only make his heart disease worse. As he grows bigger, he hates you more and more. If you let him go, he will die and recover on his own in a few years. I am not coaxing you, that man Chu Gong has a strong mentality Yes, he has a certain self-healing ability of psychological trauma. Maybe you will secretly visit him in a few years and find that he is optimistic and sunny again, no different from the first time you met... "
Han Yue listened without moving, and slowly buried his face deeply in his palm.
Ren Jiayuan was afraid that he would not be able to figure it out, so he emphasized his tone: "Choose yourself, Han Yue, you can either stay by your side and try to survive or die all day long, maybe one day you will really leave with a knife on your neck. Either you let him go Let's go, don't you like him? If you like someone, you want to see him happy and safe, don't you think?"
"...Happy and safe." Han Yue repeated slowly with a wry smile, "If I let him go, will he really be happy and safe?"
Ren Jiayuan said: "I can't guarantee this, but I guarantee that he will never be happy, happy or safe by your side! Look at your soft knife killing people!"
Han Yue squatted under the window at the corner of the hospital corridor, outside was an endless night, the white light reflected on the floor, reflecting a cold blue light. He leaned his back against the wall of the hospital, the bone-piercing coolness seemed to soak through the muscles and blood vessels, and even froze his blood and heartbeat. After a while, he smiled and said, "That's fine, when he wakes up, you tell him that I agree and break up with him."
Ren Jiayuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and when he was about to ask, Han Yue stood up and strode towards the stairs.
"Hey! Where are you going, the operation is not over yet!" Ren Jiayuan chased after two steps, and suddenly stopped. He saw Han Yue raised his head high, as if trying to suppress something, then suddenly lowered his head after a few seconds, and covered his eyes with his hands.
"...Cut, what's the use of crying now." Ren Jiayuan murmured, but still stood there, watching Han Yue striding down the stairs worriedly, before disappearing after a while.
After all, teeth are not as good as knives. Chu Ci's wrist was only broken with veins, and the arteries and tendons were basically intact. Nerve tissue injuries are not minor. After the operation, there should be a period of numbness in the wrist and no obvious tactile sensation. It will take a year or two at most to heal.
He was so weak that he fell asleep for several days after the operation. Han Yue came over every day, just sat on the head of the bed and looked at him sadly, occasionally touching his hand wrapped in thick bandages. The way he touched that hand was so careful that it made people feel uncomfortable, as if the hand was some kind of fragile and fragile treasure, and it would break if it was touched a little heavier, and it would never be repaired again.
Chu Ci woke up a few days later, but Han Yue avoided her instead. One day when Han Yue was not around, Ren Jiayuan came to see him and told him about Han Yue's agreement to break up. Chu Ci was only silent for a while and said, "Okay."
Ren Jiayuan looked at him, his face was so pale that he didn't have any vitality, his neck to collarbone was so thin that it protruded. He vaguely remembered the last time he saw Chu Ci. Although he was also thin, his eyes and smile were extremely energetic. Tossing out of shape
Ren Jiayuan hesitated for a long time before asking: "Do you... hate Han Yue?"
Chu Ci shook his head.
Ren Jiayuan thought he was wrong, and asked in surprise: "You don't hate him? Don't you..."
He wanted to say, don't you like him? But thinking about it, this conclusion was too shocking, and there was no need to say it to make Chu Ci despise him, so he swallowed his words again.
When Chu Ci just woke up from the coma, she slept for more than ten hours every day. He is too weak both mentally and physically, and needs a lot of sleep time to let his body recover a little bit. Although Ren Jiayuan repeatedly assured that the food in the VIP area of the hospital could only be better and not the best, Han Yue was still worried. He made three dishes and one soup at home every day and asked Ren Jiayuan to send them in, put them on the plates of the hospital restaurant, and pretended that It's hospital food.
Ren Jiayuan looked at the dishes and soups sent by Han Yue, and every time they were refurbished and never repeated, even the stir-fried vegetables were made of broth, with seasonings like scallops and ham added, which smelled so delicious that it made people salivate. It is not easy to make these three dishes and one soup every day. Ren Jiayuan knew that Han Yue could make food, but he didn't know that he could make food with such care, so he couldn't help being very surprised: "Do you think you are worth it? Han Er! This is not In the 1980s, the Commander’s wife lived in a hospital, and the nanny delivered chicken soup every day! Now that the hotel industry is so developed, you can just make a phone call and order whatever you want, even braised whale!”
Han Yue smiled wryly, and said: "He has a lot of problems with eating, and the chef in the hotel can't take care of everything. He used to be at home, but he didn't touch the sun with his fingers. I was the only one from buying to washing to cooking to cleaning, so he still Don’t eat this one, don’t eat that one... Besides, if the outside is dirty, who knows how many pesticide residues are on the vegetable leaves.”
Ren Jiayuan said damn it, don't you know how to feel sorry for others, how can you be so good when you abuse others
When Chu Ci just woke up, he could only eat liquid food, and drank a little porridge every day, basically relying on glucose and nutritional supplements for maintenance. Later, when he was able to eat something gradually, Ren Jiayuan brought him the food made by Han Yue. Sure enough, Chu Cibi had more food than the hospital.
In fact, Chu Ci's mouth was very bland at that time, and people who had just begun to heal from serious injuries and illnesses basically couldn't taste the taste of food, and purely supplemented nutrition. A few days later, he slowly began to recover his sense of taste. During Ren Jiayuan's ward round that day, he heard him suddenly say: "Tell Han Yue not to bring food in again."
Ren Jiayuan was taken aback: "How do you know it's Han Yue?"
Chu Ci leaned on the pillow, closed her eyes, and said nothing with a calm expression.
Ren Jiayuan didn't dare to tell Han Yue that Chu Ci told him to stop being so busy. He felt that Han Yue's current mental state was very problematic, and he might rely on the fact that he made food for Chu Ci every day to support himself. People are like this, when despair reaches a certain point, they can't help but deceive themselves and others. When Han Yue was cooking for Chu Ci, he lied to himself that Chu Ci hadn't left yet, that he still had to rely on him, and that he had a family relationship with him. Ren Jiayuan felt that if he told Han Yue bluntly that you should take it easy and that Chu Ci didn't want you to cook for him, then Han Yue would definitely collapse immediately.
Han Yue still cooked and sent it to the hospital every day, and Ren Jiayuan took it every time with great care, but he didn't dare to give it to Chu Ci, so he could only keep it in the refrigerator in the doctor's office. Every time several lunch boxes were packed in a plastic bag, gradually filling up the first floor of the refrigerator, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, but Ren Jiayuan never dared to throw it away.
At that time, Chu Ci was sleeping most of the day, and Han Yue came to the hospital while he was sleeping, sitting on the bedside and holding his hand.
One day Chu Ci woke up earlier than usual, Han Yue helped him cut his nails, and suddenly noticed that his eyelids moved, and immediately got up in a panic to leave. Who knew that before he had time to leave, Chu Ci suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, and asked in a low voice, "...is it Han Yue?"
"..." Han Yue opened his mouth and said, "It's me."
Chu Ci slowly let go of her hand. His fingers were actually very cold, but for some reason, when he let go, Han Yue felt a loss of body temperature, and couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart.
"Well, why don't you, you rest first, I think you don't sleep well. Actually, I have nothing to do, I just came to see what you lack, haha, I should go now, you go to sleep, go to sleep."
He was turning around in a hurry to leave, when suddenly he heard Chu Ci whisper, "Han Yue."
Han Yue immediately stopped and turned around slowly.
Chu Ci was lying on the hospital bed, her face was as white as the pillow, but her eyes were very clear, bright and stable, she just stared at Han Yue steadfastly, and said after a while, "You shouldn't have saved me."
Han Yue felt very uncomfortable, and slowly lowered his head.
"I didn't commit suicide because of you." Chu Ci said, "I'm worried that you think I want to die because I can't stand you. Don't worry about it because I just don't want to live. It has nothing to do with you."
Han Yue gritted his teeth, and even though he was trying his best to endure, he still couldn't help the red eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I just... just lost my head..."
"I don't hate you," Chu Ci interrupted him. "It's not because I hate you that I want to use this method to make you feel guilty or regretful, or to feel heartache when I think about it in the future. I don't have that kind of thought. I just I hate myself, I feel that it is harmful to others and myself to let such a self live, it is better to kill myself as soon as possible now, maybe I can die cleanly... You don't know, I have become a person who is not even myself. I don’t know anyone, and I’m even scared.”
Han Yue looked up at him blankly.
Chu Ci smiled slightly, and the smile passed quickly, looking a little sad.
"You saved me now, and one day you will regret it."
Han Yue stood there motionless, but Chu Ci closed his eyes after saying that sentence. He seemed to be extremely exhausted both mentally and physically, and soon fell asleep again.
Han Yue looked at his sleeping profile, as if he wanted to deeply engrave every detail of this moment into his mind. After a long time, he slowly exited the ward lightly and closed the door almost silently.
At this moment, his mobile phone rang suddenly. He forgot to switch it to silent mode before, and now the mobile phone rang very loudly in the corridor of the hospital. He quickly picked up his phone and walked two steps away: "Hello?"
"It's me!" Old Commander Han's voice was trembling, "Han Yue, I'm with your Uncle Pei at the Public Security Bureau, come here quickly!"
Han Yue walked out quickly, and asked, "Dad, don't panic, tell me what happened?"
"You, come here quickly! A few days ago, they found a rotten hand bone in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was detected today. It is very likely that it is... Han Qiang!"
Han Yue was startled suddenly, only to hear that the voice of the old commander Han on the other side of the phone had trembled and changed his tone: "Come here quickly! Hurry up!"