Song Yu on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless. There was no trace of blood on his face or lips, and he could not see whether his chest was heaving or not.
Zhou Yanqing stood stiffly in front of the hospital bed and watched for a long time. He turned his head slowly and mustered up the courage to glance at the real-time dynamic ECG on the screen of the ECG monitor before he dared to confirm that the person on the hospital bed was just asleep.
Zhou Yan sniffed lightly and took two steps forward slowly. Through the hazy curtain of tears, he saw the glaring and terrifying strangle marks on Song Yu's neck, as well as some uncleaned plaster and spots of blood on his hair and face.
There was a sharp pain in the heart, and the tears that had been swirling in the eye sockets finally poured up uncontrollably.
But Zhou Yanqing only allowed himself to grieve for a while, and crying didn't make Song Yu feel better immediately. He roughly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were clear.
He sniffed, took out a wet wipe from his bag and carefully wiped off the dirt on Song Yu's face, and took out the ointment prescribed by the doctor to apply medicine to the strangle marks on his neck.
After doing all this, he slowly stretched out his hand, gently unbuttoned Song Yu's hospital gown, and went to check the wound on Song Yu's shoulder. In fact, the wound was covered with gauze, so you couldn't see it at all, but through the layers of white gauze, Zhou Yanqing could imagine how deep and painful the wound was, so he couldn't help but suck his sore nose again .
"What's wrong?" A hoarse and tired voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Zhou Yanqing hastily wiped away the tears that gushed out again, and his blurred vision became clear, only then did he realize that Song Yu had woken up and was looking at him with bloodless lips raised.
"It's okay." Zhou Yan choked and shook his head lightly, "How do you feel? Does it hurt? Are you still dizzy?"
Song Yu's whole body was light and light, as if trapped in a ball of cotton, except for the tingling pain in his shoulder blades, he just felt sleepy. But he couldn't bear to sleep, at this moment he was particularly greedy for Zhou Yanqing's quiet gentleness, like a child who has been wronged and wants to curl up in a warm embrace.
"It doesn't hurt." Song Yu squinted his eyes and smiled weakly. He reached out his hand to help Zhou Yan gently wipe away the wet tears from the corners of his eyes.
Zhou Yanqing didn't understand, he stretched out his hand and wrapped Song Yu's dry hand carefully in his palm: "Then sleep for a while, I'm fine now."
Song Yu's eyelids were heavy, and his whole body was exhausted. He tried his best to put on a comforting smile, and said in a daze, "Don't be afraid..."
Zhou Yan nodded lightly: "Well, I'm not afraid."
After waking up for a while and saying a few words, Song Yu fell asleep again.
Zhou Yanqing, who had calmed down, realized that this matter would probably spread on the Internet soon, and planned to call Meng Shiping to discuss it, but after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea again. As the victim, why should he be afraid? Things go wrong.
And... I'm afraid Song Yu has plans of his own.
Zhou Yan turned his head lightly to glance at Song Yu's calm eyebrows, put away his phone,
The night was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and Song Yu's light and shallow breathing seemed particularly clear. Zhou Yanqing stared at the person on the hospital bed without blinking, afraid that the person would disappear from his eyes when he closed his eyes. Song Yu kept holding his hand, but his posture was actually a bit awkward. Although it was uncomfortable, he was reluctant to twitch. When he came out, he maintained this posture and watched Song Yu for several hours.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and Zhou Yanqing moved his stiff body and took out the phone.
It was a hot search push reminder from Weibo. Not surprisingly, Song Yu's injury was on the hot search, because it was too sensational. Even in the early morning, the news popularity reached the level of "explosion". I am afraid that many people even Will be called up from the bed by relatives and friends to eat melons.
Zhou Yan lightly opened Weibo and took a look.
At first, a few marketing accounts got the gossip and posted a dry Weibo about Song Yu's injury, but not many people paid attention to it, and most people who saw it thought it was a rumor. But soon, the police report issued overnight by the police confirmed the matter. Although this notice of less than 200 words used Song and Han to replace the names of the persons involved, the surname alone is enough to match the number.
In an instant, there was an uproar on the Internet.
Angry, shocked, sad, worried... all kinds of emotions almost overflowed the phone screen.
This scene is no stranger to Zhou Yanqing. One morning a few months ago, he suddenly learned of Song Yu's suicide in the subway in a similar way.
Grief, shock, regret, remorse, all kinds of emotions surged, almost drowning him.
The difference is that this time Song Yu was only injured, he is still there, he is still...
Zhou Yan gently put down the phone, and pressed his face to the back of Song Yu's hand.
All the grievances and entanglements are about to be settled. Zhou Yanqing's nerves that have been tense for several months can finally relax. Unprecedented fatigue crushed every inch of his body. He moved his fingertips with difficulty and closed the heavy door. eyelids.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yanqing heard hurried footsteps in a half-dream and half-awake, and then there was a sudden knock on the door. He was shocked, raised his head reflexively, and looked at the door of the ward.
Meng Shiping was panting and standing at the door. He who had rushed over anxiously saw Zhou Yanqing and was stunned: "Why are you here?"
Zhou Yanqing woke up immediately, but he had no expression on his face, and replied lightly: "Take care of Teacher Song."
Meng Shi held his breath unsteadily, gritted his teeth and growled, "Then don't you fucking call me!"
More than half an hour ago, he was sleeping soundly at home. A reporter wanted to inquire about the news and called him. Only then did he learn that Song Yu was attacked by Han Jin in the Twin Towers. He didn't care to change his pajamas, so he rushed here. On the way here, he called Zhou Yan three times but no one answered, but Zhou Yanqing sat here calmly.
The more Meng Shiping thought about it, the more he couldn't swallow this breath, and he scolded viciously: "If such a big thing happened, you should call me as soon as possible!"
At this time, a hoarse voice opened Zhou Yan's mouth lightly: "I didn't let him hit him."
Zhou Yanqing and Meng Shiping looked at the hospital bed at the same time. Under the white light at the head of the bed, Song Yu had woken up at some point. Perhaps because of resting for a few hours, his complexion improved a bit, and he was no longer as pale as when he was just pushed into the ward.
"How do you feel?" Meng Shiping walked quickly to the hospital bed, "Do you want to call the doctor?"
At the same time, Zhou Yanqing also asked anxiously, "Mr. Song, do you feel better?"
Song Yu looked at Zhou Yanqing, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's much better, can you put another pillow for me, I want to lean on for a while."
Zhou Yan hurriedly went to help Song Yu adjust his posture. Only then did he realize that Song Yu was still holding his right hand. He moved his paralyzed arm and pulled it out, calmly helping Song Yu tuck it in the back of his neck. a pillow.
Meng Shiping's eyes did not fall on this scene, he silently watched Zhou Yanqing take care of Song Yu as if nothing had happened, his brows furrowed deeply.
"What time is it?" Song Yu adjusted his posture before looking at Meng Shiping, "Why are you here?"
Meng Shiping dragged a chair and sat down: "After five o'clock, such a big thing happened to you, can I not come?" He glanced at Zhou Yan lightly, "What's going on? I still call You didn't know you were sent here until the security department of the building, why didn't you call me as soon as possible?"
Seeing that they wanted to talk lightly, Zhou Yan took the initiative and said, "I'll go outside to get some hot water."
Song Yu said, "Isn't there a water dispenser there?"
He meant that Zhou Yanqing didn't have to avoid it. Meng Shiping's expression froze and he didn't say a word, and Zhou Yanqing also understood the meaning, and took the cup to the water dispenser in the corner to get water.
Only then did Song Yu answer Meng Shiping: "I left the company late, and Han Jin was waiting for me in the parking lot, and then attacked me."
Meng Shiping pinched the center of his brows, pondered for a while and then said, "It was my negligence. I really didn't expect him to be so crazy that he would even do things that hurt people."