Chu Ci's calf was actually fine, at least no bone was hurt.
But he was exposed to rain and cold, and his mood fluctuated violently, and he started to have a high fever on the way back.
His body temperature rose very quickly, and his body was already hot before the car drove to the urban area, and his consciousness fell into confusion. This kind of high fever is very hurtful. He struggled to open the window to let in the cool breeze, but Han Yue held his hand and said, "You want to court death, don't you!"
Chu Ci's face was flushed red from the heat, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. It seemed that his complexion was actually better than usual, and he was not so pale and haggard after all, not even a little popular.
Han Yue stared at him without blinking for a long time, then slowly folded Chu Ci's hands and held them in his palms. There was no one else in the carriage except them, the sky outside the window was dark and the rain was pouring, like an endless night without end. Han Yue held Chu Ci's cold fingers in the sound of rain, although his movements were very gentle, his voice was low and cold: "Tell me... before Hou Hongchang, have you ever killed anyone?"
Chu Ci closed her eyes, her body swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage, and her consciousness was drowsy.
"...you don't want to live anymore, do you?"
After waiting for a long time in the silence, Han Yue finally raised his hand and gently touched Chu Ci's rain-covered face.
"You can't die now." He said to himself, "You can't die until I am liberated."
Since Chu Ci moved away, this was the third time that Han Yue returned to their home in the third ring road.
The first time was when he heard that Chu Ci had moved away, and when he rushed there, he saw only an empty house; the second time was when he asked some of Lao Wang's subordinates to meet here, and saw Chu Ci here. life experience and files.
He opened the door for the third time, picked up Chu Ci easily, threw it on the only tidy big bed in the bedroom, and said, "We're home."
Chu Ci fell down deep in the big bed without saying a word. Because of the vibration, he coughed twice vaguely, his voice was very dull, and he quickly calmed down.
There was no medicine, no hot water, and not even a Band-Aid at home. There was dust everywhere that hadn't been cleaned in months. Han Yue wandered around the house like a trapped animal, accidentally knocked over a thermos, and the bang sound was especially loud in the dark night.
He walked back to the bed restlessly, Chu Ci's fever was already very high, his face was flushed dangerously, and his body seemed to be trembling from the fever. The wound on his calf had stopped bleeding, and the skin and flesh were split open, revealing the scabbed flesh.
Han Yue twisted a cold towel to wipe his face, then dipped his fingers in water, and stroked his chapped lips over and over again. After a while, he got some salt from the kitchen, melted it on a towel, and wiped the wound on Chu Ci's calf. It should have been very painful, but Chu Ci didn't even react at all except for a soft snort.
He shouldn't have felt it.
"Yeah... You are a person who is not afraid of pain." Han Yue murmured in a low voice.
He threw away the towel, took out the phone again, subconsciously opened and closed it in his hand, opened and closed it again. The only sound in the room was the sound of him opening and closing the phone cover.
He couldn't hear Chu Ci's breathing, and he couldn't hear the occasional sound of vehicles passing by on the distant road in the well-sound-proof bedroom. If there was no sound in the room, he felt that he might go crazy, so he could only vent his uncontrollable panic by fiddling with the phone over and over again.
Will the night pass
Is there still a moment of dawn
Those memories under the sun that were once there seem to be gradually blurred in this rainy night. No matter how hard you try to recall, there are only light and shadows covered with gray sand, as if they never existed.
Because once he remembered, there would be a voice telling him that those were all fake.
It didn't exist in the first place.
Those tender feelings, those patiences, those past happiness and joys, from the beginning of everything two years ago, were doomed to a false and cruel ending.
The news that Commander Han turned from danger to safety came at dawn.
On the phone, Mrs. Commander's voice was choked with sobs, and she couldn't continue speaking intermittently several times. Han Yue listened with a muffled head, asking if she could say a few words to comfort her.
Mrs. Commander couldn't grasp the main point, so Han Yue had to interrupt her several times, calling the doctor to come over and briefly describe the condition of the injury, possible sequelae, etc., and then return the phone to Mrs. Commander after the doctor finished speaking.
"I've already asked someone to stay on guard at the hospital. There may be old men visiting the sick after dawn. I'll go and receive them at that time." Han Yue endured it, and finally added: "Mom, don't bother yourself too much, first Go and rest."
The Commander's wife agreed, sobbing, and then asked: "Then...the murderer, have you caught...have you caught it?"
Han Yue was silent for a moment, "No."
"He hurt your father like this, you must catch him, you know?"
"..." Han Yue was noncommittal, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly stopped answering and asked, "Mom, did our family lose money after the elder brother bumped into someone?"
The commander's wife was sobbing for a moment: "I don't remember, why are you asking this seriously? Could it have something to do with what happened at that time..."
"No, no. I'm just asking for nothing."
"I didn't ask them to lose money. Didn't the other party be responsible for the judgment?" Mrs. Commander thought for a while, and then said, "Maybe your father asked someone to send some money... I don't know how much. Your father, he He is so old, and he still suffers from this crime. The doctor said that he almost couldn't be saved! You must avenge your father, did you hear that, don't ignore it just because of your little personal relationship Your father! You have to distinguish between family members and outsiders. You must remember where your heart should be and where your elbows should be..."
Han Yue interrupted her: "I see."
Immediately he hung up the phone.
Old Commander Han was seriously injured this time, after all, he was already so old.
Chu Ci's knife cut off two of his ribs. His chest penetrated and his back protruded. It was a very serious penetrating injury; but it happened very coincidentally that this knife did not hurt any internal organs of Old Commander Han. It slid directly between them, and because it was too sharp, the incision where the ribs were shattered was also very smooth, and there was no such thing as broken bone dregs cutting off blood vessels or piercing into internal organs.
This operation gathered all the authoritative doctors that could be found that night, and Ren Jiayuan's level was only enough to beat him. However, he stayed in the ICU for one night afterwards, and was exhausted the next morning.
Throughout the morning, many visitors came, almost all of whom were at the level of Old Commander Han. In such a chaotic time, everyone wants to confirm whether the Han family has never recovered from it. The loss of a useless eldest son will not damage the foundation of the family, but if the old commander Han collapses at this juncture, with only one Han Yue, the future of the Han family will become cloudy.
These visitors were very difficult to deal with. Accompanied by the commander's wife, Han Yue was busy all morning. After lunch, all the questions that should be asked were almost asked, and the visitors left one after another.
Under the persuasion of many relatives, the commander's wife finally went to the next ward to rest. Han Yue just didn't want to disturb her, so he stood silently outside the ICU ward and looked at his father.
Ren Jiayuan came over and patted Han Yue's shoulder, sighed: "Don't think too much, the old man will be fine. The operation was very successful, and he should be able to wake up soon without any serious sequelae. At most Get back from the front line in the future, anyway, the Han family still has you..."
He thought for a while, and then said consolingly: "The old man has been upright all his life, and if he can get through this test, don't worry."
Han Yue twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling very forcedly.
Ren Jiayuan took a look at his face: "Don't hang around here, go to sleep when you have time, and see that your complexion is bad."
"I'm fine." Han Yue said, "I just feel a little uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?... Alas, I can understand this, even I can't believe it. They say that Chu Gong..."
"It's not this. I'm not surprised about Chu Ci." Han Yue took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I'm just surprised. I used to think that although the old man was a bit impatient and a bit of an older generation of bureaucrats, at least he was like other people. Compared with the old man, he is quite rigid and upright, and he can't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. I used to think that although my mother preferred the eldest brother, she was not beyond the point of doting, and she was still a person with a sense of right and wrong. I didn't expect that I have been so old for so many years The previous views were overthrown so thoroughly that even I felt... like a nightmare."
Ren Jiayuan didn't understand the development of the matter, nor did he know where Han Yue's words came from, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing." Han Yue wiped his face, turned to Ren Jiayuan suddenly, and said in a low voice, "You go out with me this afternoon, I have something to trouble you."
Ren Jiayuan saw that there was no one around, and Han Yue looked a little weird, so he couldn't help but feel nervous: "What are you doing? Tell you that I am a dignified surgical director anyway, please respect my social status a little bit, please, don't ask me every time Call me around like a little boy..."
"I found Chu Ci." Han Yue's words made Ren Jiayuan shut up instantly.
"You, you found Chu Gong?! Didn't you tell the commander's wife—"
"I know." Han Yue interrupted him, "So I dare not send him to the hospital, I can only find you. He is in a bad condition. He has a high fever and injured his leg. When I left in the morning, he was dead. It's almost forty degrees..."
"Then you don't need to save him, he is already hopeless." Ren Jiayuan said with a straight face: "He has been tortured by you enough, you can let him go quietly, and remember to remind him not to meet him in the next life. You are such a scum!"
Han Yue grabbed Ren Jiayuan's collar: "He doesn't want to die before I die!"
The expression on his face was so frightening that Ren Jiayuan was stunned for a moment.
"I don't want to hand him over to anyone." Han Yue slowly let go of Ren Jiayuan, with a kind of helpless despair in his hoarse voice, "Even if he is going to die, at least... not on the execution ground!"
Although he felt that Han Yue had gone crazy, Ren Jiayuan went with him. If Chu Ci really had a high fever of 40 degrees, it would definitely kill someone if he left it alone, and Ren Jiayuan couldn't just watch Chu Ci die.
When he went there, he specially brought a large box of medicines and injections, as well as glucose and water hangers, in case Chu Ci's fever was too severe and needed an infusion.
Facts proved that all of this was necessary. Although Chu Ci's injury was not as severe as that of Old Commander Han, the degree of danger was not light at all. Glucose alone was not enough. Ren Jiayuan had to call for a blood bag to solve the problem.
Chu Ci was handcuffed to the side of the bed by Han Yue, but that was basically unnecessary, because Chu Ci was in a coma from the beginning to the end, and he only woke up for a few seconds when Ren Jiayuan gave him an injection and blood transfusion , seemed to smile a bit in a trance, and whispered: "It's you."
His voice was very weak, and his throat was hoarse due to the high fever, which made Ren Jiayuan feel very uncomfortable, "It's me. You have a good rest, don't think too much. I won't tell others that you are here."
"...Let them catch me..." Chu Ci closed her eyes and sighed almost silently.
"If I die, please bury me with them..."
Ren Jiayuan didn't realize which of them it was. He looked at Han Yue, who stood aside with a livid face, without saying a word.
This process was quite troublesome, with infusions, blood transfusions, medicines, and injections. It was already late at night when Chu Ci's high fever stabilized. Ren Jiayuan kept spinning for more than 20 hours, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he kept waving his hands at Han Yue: "No, no, no, I'll come back tomorrow, let me go home and sleep tonight."
Han Yue said: "I'll call you a driver to take you off, you can't drive like this."
Ren Jiayuan expressed no objection. He went into the living room, sat on the sofa, and a second later was snoring loudly.
Han Yue then called his stern-mouthed and reliable driver to come and pick up Ren Jiayuan. When the driver arrived, he woke up Ren Jiayuan and took him away. It took a while.
Han Yue looked at his watch, and realized that it was time to feed Chu Ci medicine.
He went to the bedroom, Chu Ci had already woken up, and was lying there staring blankly at the air, with a silent and empty expression.
Han Yue went to get the medicine, took another cup of hot water, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come and take the medicine."
Chu Ci turned her head away and remained silent.
"Did you hear that? Take medicine!"
"..."
Han Yue stomped the cup fiercely, twisted Chu Ci's chin to force his face away, and stuffed it with the pill. Chu Ci clenched his teeth tightly and refused to let go, Han Yue pulled his teeth hard, and finally opened his teeth forcefully, leaving bright red fingerprints on Chu Ci's pale face.
"You don't want to take medicine, do you?" Han Yue turned around twice irritably, then suddenly stopped, pointed at Chu Ci, and said, "Do you think I can't cure you?"
"..."
"Do you think that you are going to die anyway, so you are not afraid of anything, and you just think that you don't have to lie to me or endure me anymore, and you will be happy and free? Tell you to dream! I am a mother There are plenty of ways to make you live but not die!"
Chu Ci suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Han Yue, and smiled slightly mockingly: "...do you think that if I failed once in begging for death, would I fail a second time?"
Han Yue almost sneered, pointed at him and said, "Okay! Okay!"
He strode out of the bedroom, rushed in again after a while, and slapped a square box in front of Chu Ci: "You fucking dare to seek death! If you die on this side, I will immediately flush this thing down the toilet on the other side." ! If you have the guts, go seek death, go! Go now!"
Chu Ci only glanced at the box, his eyes changed suddenly, and even his lips trembled: "Han Yue, you...you..."
"What's wrong with me? I'm a bastard, didn't you know?" Han Yue patted Li Weili's urn, gritted his teeth and sneered: "To tell you the truth, I asked someone to find a geomantic treasure land, and the tombs were all bought. I dug it now, if you obediently take medicine and get over it, I promise to bury the mother and son properly. If you want to die, it’s okay, I won’t let you die together! Try it if you have the guts!”
Chu Ci couldn't even breathe, her face turned pale with anger, her fingers clutched the bed sheet convulsively.
Han Yue knew that he was angry, and he was angry like never before.
If he had a knife in his hand now, he might not be able to help but jump over and kill Han Yue.
—but what does that matter? Han Yue thought to himself.
I was a scum to begin with, and I'm already a scum to the end, no matter how bad I am, that's the way it will be.
The whole life I once fantasized about, and the life I once expected to grow old, now seems to be just an illusory dream, and it is impossible for my life to have a day when my dream will come true.
As long as he lives.
As long as they're... both alive.
Just to be alive, other than that, I can no longer pray for more.
"...Bring the medicine here." After a long stalemate, Chu Ci finally said, gnashing his teeth word by word.
Han Yue handed over the medicine and water, Chu Ci raised his head and ate them all, and even choked several times because he was too anxious to drink the water.
He didn't have the energy to cough at all, the water made his face flushed, and his eyes were full of water, as if he was crying.
Han Yue slowly sat beside him, patted his back one after another, felt his shoulder blades protruding abruptly, and clapped his hands abruptly. He suddenly wanted to cry too, and his nasal cavity even felt very sore, but the fundus of his eyes was dry, so painful that he couldn't shed tears.
"Am I pretty bad?" Han Yue asked in Chu Ci's ear. After a few seconds he burst into laughter again, very briefly.
"—Never mind, you'll find that I can be worse."