Since that morning, Ren Jiayuan's eyelids have been twitching.
Ren Jiayuan ate breakfast restlessly, and drove to the hospital, his eyelids twitched more and more along the way, which made him extremely anxious.
The little nurses were just as beautiful and cute today, laughing and joking with Ren Jiayuan at the door of the office, asking the director to buy Xiaolongbao for breakfast. In the past, Ren Jiayuan would be very happy to fight with them, but today he is not at all interested, on the contrary, he is a little upset.
This bad state lasted until noon, when Ren Jiayuan came back from the restaurant and sat at the office desk again, his cell phone rang suddenly, a landline number he did not recognize.
"Hey, Ren Jiayuan, it's me, Han Yue."
Ren Jiayuan thumped, and his heart said it! Uncle Han is in trouble again!
His mood, which had been flustered all morning, suddenly stabilized—like a prisoner waiting to die finally being led to the execution ground.
"Could you come over to my house, I need your help with something urgent. By the way, bring some anti-infection medicine and bandages, and bring some pairs of rubber gloves that you use for surgery."
"You, you, what are you going to do? Who did you beat again?"
"I didn't fucking hit anyone," Han Yue said coldly, "I was injured myself."
Ren Jiayuan gritted his teeth while cursing, and angrily took a big bag and drove to Han Yue's house. As a result, I drove downstairs and saw that several of Han Yue's subordinates were guarding the door. As soon as they saw him, they rushed up and pulled him, all of them were like wolves and tigers.
Ren Jiayuan struggled: "Bright day and night! You rough people! Can't you have some basic respect for doctors!"
"Hey Doctor Ren, Young Master Ren, don't dawdle and go up quickly, someone will die upstairs later!" Han Yue, an army adjutant, dragged Ren Jiayuan into the elevator and gestured with his hand : "Half the palm, the entire half of the palm has been cut open, and a few bones are exposed. Ouch, fuck it, let Old Commander Han know that we all die!"
Ren Jiayuan was stunned for a moment: "Wait, you said half of Han Yue's palm was cut?"
"Is there anyone else?"
"Fuck you, don't lie to me, who dares to beat Han Yue?!"
"I don't know, I don't know." The adjutant spread out his hands, looking hard to explain: "Why don't you go up and see for yourself, here, the person is still there."
As soon as the elevator door opened, it was the door of the apartment, and Han Yue's family was the only one on the first floor. At this moment, the door was wide open, and as soon as Ren Jiayuan stepped out of the elevator, he heard Han Yue's roar and several people talking in a hurry to persuade him, and someone shouted in a panic: "Hold him, hold him! Second Young Master Han, hurry up!" Sit down, and your hands are bleeding again! Where is the doctor, the doctor hasn't come yet?"
It was followed by Han Yue's furious roar, which could be heard on the whole floor: "Look at you, you have today? Aren't you amazing? Take nothing, don't want anything, turn around and walk away Shadowless, if you have the ability, you would have died outside earlier? Why did you fall into the hands of others again?"
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud kick at the door, but it was soon stopped by several hands.
Ren Jiayuan's heart was pounding, and an indescribable feeling flowed from his heart to his bone marrow in an instant. He involuntarily sped up his movements, and rushed to the door of the apartment in three steps at a time. He saw Han Yue facing the open bedroom door with thick bandages on his hands, and several people were trying to stop him. with him.
The apartment was designed in such a way that the hallway could be seen from the open door, and the bedroom door was on the side of the hallway. From Ren Jiayuan's angle, he could see that the bedroom door was also open, but he couldn't see what was going on inside.
"Doctor! The doctor is here!" Several subordinates hurriedly pushed Han Yue onto a chair and sat down, one of them rushed up to take over the medicine box from Jiayuan's hand.
Ren Jiayuan pushed the man, rushed into the apartment, and walked straight to the bedroom. Before I got to the door, I saw all kinds of medical equipment piled up around the big bed, which looked like a single ward, and there was a person lying on the big bed, I don't know if he was conscious or not, the quilt was pulled up to his chest , looks like a very thin appearance.
Ren Jiayuan only glanced at the man's profile from a distance, and suddenly there was a buzz in his head.
- That's Chu Ci.
Chu Ci finally came back.
In other words, after two years, Han Yue finally found him.
"You fucking threw me for two years! Didn't say a word! Is this a piece of rubbish? Do you throw it away and pick it up? Why the hell are you so good at it? Are you going to be sent to the execution ground?!" The few people probably couldn't stop Han Yue, and in a blink of an eye he pounced on him again, pointed at Chu Ci on the big bed in the bedroom, and roared at the top of his voice, "If you have the ability, you will die outside , anyway, that's because you have backbone! Or don't make it look like something dirty that I don't want from you! What a thing!"
Several people rushed over quickly, pulled Han Yue onto the chair and pressed him down. The bandage on his hand was soaked with blood, his lips were a little gray due to excessive blood loss, but his face was flushed with anger and excitement, and he looked very dangerous.
Ren Jiayuan took a look at Chu Ci, but there was no movement on the bed, and he didn't know if he was awake, maybe Han Yue was just mad at the air.
Ren Jiayuan didn't dare to delay, took off the blood-stained bandage for Han Yue, looked at his palm, and almost took a deep breath. The palm was almost cut in half by the knife, the skin was torn apart, and black lines pierced from the flesh across the entire palm. If there is no such black line, it is estimated that Han Yue's hand bones will be clear when he opens his palm.
"This... how the hell did this happen?"
This sentence stabbed a hornet's nest, and Han Yue jumped up and rushed to the door of the bedroom, and several of his men hurriedly held him down.
"We went to the hospital with Han Ershao in the morning, and brought that man back." The adjutant winked at the direction of the bedroom, and said, "At that time, Han Ershao was very angry and threw a knife to that man. It is better to let him judge himself than to go to the execution ground. That man is also a ruthless person, and he stabbed directly in the heart with a knife, but Han Ershao suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the blade almost cut off half of his hand. Honestly Said that we were all terrified at the time, and the man was still laughing there, saying, "Han Yue, you know, you are so typical of being angry from embarrassment"... Fuck, this is the first time I saw Han Ershao furious like that , screaming and smashing things while crying, I almost asked the doctor to sedate him."
Ren Jiayuan couldn't understand, and asked, "Go to the execution ground?"
The adjutant made a gesture of knowing nothing, with an innocent expression.
Ren Jiayuan sighed, changed Han Yue's medicine three times five times, and wrapped it tightly with a new bandage, turned his head and said to Han Yue sternly: "Don't get wet for at least two weeks! Otherwise, your hands will be ruined. Come find me!"
Han Yue twitched his hand, and cursed hoarsely: "If you abolish it, you'll be abolished, it's none of your mother's business! There are people over there who wish I could abolish it, fuck it!"
Ren Jiayuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Han Er, you should be sober, your hand is your own, who are you angry with?"
Han Yue couldn't listen at all, he was already too emotional, his eyes were red, his face was gray again, if it wasn't for a few people stopping him, he would definitely rush in and lift Chu Ci from the bed again, yelling and cursing.
The adjutant looked very worried. He took out the phone and stuffed it back in. He repeated it several times. Ren Jiayuan patted him and asked, "Do you want to tell Old Commander Han?"
The adjutant nodded, Ren Jiayuan sighed, and said, "If you let the Han family know about this, the custody of Han Yue will kill you alive when he turns around. Don't look at him looking crazy now, he is clear-headed, or what else? Will he grab the knife with his bare hands? He is really unconscious if he doesn’t grab it. You guys don’t want to meddle with him. The more people there are, the more violent he will be. You should go downstairs to eat and stand guard for a while. I'll call you when something happens."
Those few people had been making trouble for a long time, and they were terrified for a long time. Seeing that Han Yue had no objection, they all took advantage of the situation and said they would go downstairs to eat, and quickly slipped out with oil on their feet.
When only the two of them were left in the living room, Ren Jiayuan closed the door and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Where did you find Chu Gong?"
Han Yue opened his mouth, looking like he was about to get angry again. Ren Jiayuan's face darkened, and he interrupted him coldly: "Don't pretend to be there! You dare to flaunt your prestige when people are asleep. If you have the guts, I will do it now Go wake up Chu Gong, let me see if you dare to scold him in front of him!"
Han Yue stood up all of a sudden, and pointed at the bedroom door: "Call it, call it!" But his voice had dropped several notches.
Ren Jiayuan sat on the opposite sofa, threw out a pack of cigarettes, and said impatiently: "Okay, don't go crazy, is it ugly or not? Tell me what's going on here, and where did you find it?" Chu Gong’s, and what’s going on with that one going to the execution ground?”
Han Yue's whole body was trembling. He managed to find a cigarette with one hand, lit it tremblingly, and took several deep breaths before calming down.
In fact, it's not impossible for Ren Jiayuan to understand his gaffe just now. When Chu Ci just left two years ago, Han Yue was in a panic all day long, and even the slightest disturbance made him unable to sleep all night. People can't be scared every day, once or twice is okay, if you are scared every day, you will not be afraid or panic, but will form a kind of anxiety and violent emotions in your heart. Han Yue is a typical case.
Almost a year after Chu Ci left, his mood was extremely bad, and even the smallest things could make him furious. During that time, no one dared to mention the word Chu Ci in front of him, and when he mentioned it, he would throw things and curse at people, which was very scary.
In Han Yue's view, Chu Ci's behavior of leaving at the beginning was tantamount to abandoning him. If he didn't want it, he would just throw it away like garbage. To Han Yue, it was like igniting a dynamite, and stuffing it into his stomach alive, and he was not allowed to explode, and he was forced to hold back in his stomach for two years.
Now that Chu Ci was found, the anger and despair that had accumulated for two years in that explosive exploded with profit, and its power was enough to blow everything around it to pieces.
Han Yue shivered and smoked most of the cigarette, then intermittently told what Hou Yu told Pei Zhi, and then found Chu Ci's critical illness notice and threw it to Ren Jiayuan to read.
The Ren family is far more professional than Han Yue. When they saw the notice of critical illness, their hands felt cold. After a while, they shook their heads and said, "I have nothing to say... Now it's just a matter of life. Every day you can survive is a day. You have to be ready at any time." .”
At the beginning, Han Yue was still a little fanciful, but when he saw Ren Jiayuan saying the same thing, he couldn't hold on any longer, and his eyes immediately turned red.
"I said you might as well just leave Chugong in the hospital. Hou Hongchang and his family won't be able to make it in time. Really, he won't make it to the execution ground at all." Ren Jiayuan pushed the critical illness notice back in front of Han Yue with heavy movements, as if The thin piece of paper weighed more than a thousand catties, "After all, the medical facilities at home are not as good as hospitals. If you really plan to declare war on Hou Hongchang and his family, you must involve the commander's wife. This is a very dangerous battle. You must not Energize and protect Chu Gong. His current situation is very dangerous, and it may happen at any time...you know."
"Why should I protect him? I don't want to protect him!" Han Yue slammed the lighter and yelled, "Do you know what he said to me in the hospital? He said he never liked anything in his life Alone! He just... just... I've done so many things and been thrown around like garbage by him, and he doesn't like me at all!... "
When he said the last few words, Han Yue's voice suddenly dropped, and he was sobbing in a trance.
Ren Jiayuan sat in silence for a long while, only to hear Han Yue holding his head and burying his face deeply in his palms, making a very subtle, almost hard to hear, but real sobbing sound.
"...Han Er, actually, there is one thing that I am quite puzzled about," Ren Jiayuan coughed, and said slowly, "Look at you today, you asked Chu Gong to commit suicide, and he stabbed himself with a knife without saying a word. There is no hesitation, right? We all know that he is really not afraid of death at all. He may have lost interest in life long ago, but why was he still coerced by others when he was in Guizhou? What else is he afraid of? If you force him to go back to Beijing, he will go back to Beijing, and if he is going to be tried in secret, he will spend his days in the hospital, don’t you think it’s strange? Why didn’t he find a chance to commit suicide earlier?”
Han Yue froze all of a sudden, and raised his head little by little to stare at him.
"I'm just wondering why he wants to kill himself so much, why he has to wait until you come before he kills himself with a knife in front of you." Ren Jiayuan coughed and said, "I don't think he fell in love with that knife. Only by cutting himself with that knife can he walk steadily."
Han Yue was almost petrified, sitting there motionless.
Ren Jiayuan smoked another cigarette and handed it to him. He reached for it reflexively, but with a flick of his finger, the cigarette rolled onto the table.
"You... don't think too much about it, I just asked this casually," Ren Jiayuan was a little scared, he waved his hand in front of Han Yue, and called tentatively: "Han Er, Han Er? You must wake up Wake up, if Hou Hongchang and his family call you later, what will you do?"
Han Yue gave a sudden jerk, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream, suddenly couldn't catch his breath, and coughed violently.
This cough was earth-shattering, Ren Jiayuan rushed over to pat him on the back in a hurry, but Han Yue waved his hand reluctantly to stop it.
"I... I can't send him to the hospital," Han Yue coughed a few more times, and finally got over his breath, and he became completely calm all of a sudden: "Hou Hongchang's parents are ruthless. I can't do anything to get a confession. I have to keep him where I can see him. Whatever the Hou family wants to do, they have to come to me. Chuci...he likes me, I don't know. I don't know. But I like him, I knew that long ago."
Ren Jiayuan was terrified when he heard it, and he hesitated for a long time before asking: "...the gastric cancer is in the advanced stage and has spread, what else can you do?"
"I don't know," Han Yue buried his face deeply in his palms, his voice sounded a bit fragile and desperate, "I don't know this at all..."