"Okay." Chai Richeng interrupted Song Yu's meditation, and he spread his hands humorously, "Since you think it's worth it, then it's worth it."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Where's Lawyer Qian, isn't he here?"
Chai Richeng didn't forget the purpose of this trip, he glanced at his watch: "We made an appointment at two o'clock, and I arrived earlier."
As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang, and Chai Richeng shook the phone: "Here we are, I'll go downstairs to pick him up."
Five minutes later, Chai Richeng walked into the ward again with a middle-aged man who was about his age and dressed in a suit.
"Qian Mao, my high school classmate." Chai Richeng introduced Song Yu and Zhou Yanqing, "Big lawyer."
Zhou Yanqing stretched out his hand to shake Qian Mao loosely, said hello, poured a glass of water for him, and then quietly moved aside, neither asking anyone why Qian Mao came, nor showing any curious expression.
Song Yu also didn't mean to explain to Zhou Yanqing, Qian Mao was the legal counsel he asked Chai Richeng to help introduce, first to consult Han Jin's case to ensure everything was safe, and second because there were some company matters to be resolved.
After he greeted Qian Mao, he omitted the unnecessary greetings and asked straightforwardly: "Lawyer Qian, Brother Chai should have already told you, right?"
"I've said it." Qian Mao chuckled, "If you have anything to ask me to answer, just ask."
The person was found by Chai Richeng, and he was an old classmate, so Song Yu had no scruples, and told Qian Mao everything he had done this week and what happened last night, and mentioned a few more things about himself. A place of concern at the moment.
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Zhou Yanqing, but the little assistant was sitting under the window basking in the sun, playing with his mobile phone with his head down, without even trembling his eyelashes, so he could only look back silently.
Qian Mao had seen many unimaginable cases, and after listening to Song Yu's narration, he was very calm. He adjusted his glasses and asked Chai Richeng: "Is that phone calling software safe?"
Chai Richeng nodded, and said with some uncertainty: "The most expensive one I bought, the seller said it would never be traced, but I am not a professional in this area, so I can't guarantee it 100%."
Song Yu said: "Even if it is traced to those messages that I sent, it shouldn't matter, because I didn't send any threatening or threatening remarks."
"That's true," Qian Mao nodded in agreement, and then changed the topic, "But according to the appraisal standard of the degree of human injury, your injury can only be regarded as a minor injury, even if the criminal responsibility of the other party is investigated for intentional killing in the end, At most, the sentence will be about three years.”
Song Yu responded: "Three years is enough."
He knew this beforehand, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to insert the knife into his shoulder blade so reassuringly and boldly.
Qian Mao said "Well", "I have one more concern."
Song Yu: "What?"
Qian Mao replied: "According to what you said, the suspect seems to have some mental problems. If the suspect's family members apply for a psychiatric judicial appraisal and are assessed as having no criminal responsibility or limited criminal responsibility, the suspect will be given a lighter or mitigated punishment. .”
Hearing this, Zhou Yanqing finally moved, and quietly raised her eyes to look at Song Yu.
Song Yu was not worried about this happening, he smiled and told Qian Mao: "No, he is not sick."
Because Han Jin didn't really want to kill him, whether he strangled him with a wire rope or confronted him with a knife, Han Jin didn't use his full strength. He lost control of his emotions but remained rational.
Moreover, as far as he knew in his previous life, Han Jin had broken with his parents, and his parents each had a new family, so they didn't care about him at all. Speaking of which, this is one of the reasons why he accepted Han Jin in his previous life - because of the similar family environment.
Qian Mao said affirmatively: "That's good, there shouldn't be any problem, let's see how the suspect will explain."
"Okay, thank you very much for taking this trip." Song Yu said, "There are still some matters about the company, and I will ask you for advice in the future."
"Okay, I'll be here anytime." Qian Mao laughed, "My wife and my daughter are both your loyal fans. I wonder if I could have two autographed photos of you."
Chai Richeng patted Qian Mao on the shoulder: "I'm here for you, autographed photos, autographed posters, everything you need."
After talking about the matter, Chai Richeng and Qian Mao left the hospital, and the ward suddenly became quiet.
Zhou Yanqing still maintained the original posture and stared at the phone screen without blinking, but his mind was elsewhere, and he didn't swipe the screen for a long time.
Song Yu stared at the absent-minded Zhou Yan for a while, then sighed, and called him, "Xiao Zhou."
Zhou Yan stood up lightly and rushed to the hospital bed: "What's wrong? The wound hurts? Do you still want to drink water?"
"It doesn't hurt, and I don't want to drink water." Song Yu held Zhou Yanqing's wrist and asked him again, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
"No, no." Zhou Yanqing replied without thinking.
He pulled out his hand and turned sideways to avoid Song Yu's gaze, but immediately realized that he was losing his composure, so he hurriedly said: "The nurse said that the medicine needs to be changed today, I'll go and ask when it will be changed."
Seeing Zhou Yanqing leave the ward in a daze, Song Yu pinched the bridge of his nose in distress. Obviously there is only a thin layer of gauze between the two of them now, but he doesn't know where to start to uncover it, and Zhou Yanqing doesn't seem ready to face it directly.
Song Yu recovered very quickly. After staying in the hospital for two days, there was no other problem except for the slight tingling of the wound. The attending doctor suggested that he stay for another day for observation, but he insisted on leaving the hospital.
It is not inconvenient for him to be in the hospital. As long as he wants, he can be fed.
However, Zhou Yanqing suffered a lot. He couldn't eat well and sleep well. In just two days, his cheeks, which had no flesh, had visibly thinned out.
Early in the morning of the third day, Zhou Yan could not persuade Song Yu, so he had to go through the discharge procedures.
He didn't ask for Song Yu's opinion, and directly brought the person back to his place. When he got to the door of his house, he turned around and said in a low voice, "Stay here first, and wait for the injury to heal..."
Zhou Yanqing stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, and he lowered his head, as if he didn't know what to say next.
"When the injury recovers..." Song Yu said quietly, "Can't you live here?"
Zhou Yanqing held things in both hands and shook her head: "No, this is your home..."
At this time, Aunt Zhao, who heard the movement outside, opened the door from the inside: "Oh, why are you standing outside chatting in such a cold day, come in quickly, come in."
Entering the porch, a sweet scent of red dates wafted out.
Aunt Zhao said as she walked to the kitchen, "Madam fell asleep, I just cooked Sanhong soup." He brought two plates of cut fruits and walked to the living room, you guys eat some fruits first, it's still early, I'll prepare lunch later. After a pause, she clapped her hands and said again, "Oh, look at my brain, you haven't eaten breakfast, I'm going to make you a porridge casserole." "
Zhou Yan held her back with a slight smile: "Auntie, we've already eaten, don't worry about it."
Song Yu also said: "Aunt Zhao, sit down for a while, we will leave the hospital after eating."
"Then eat some fruit." Aunt Zhao pushed the fruit plate, looked at Song Yu lovingly and distressedly, "I have suffered for the past two days, and I will take good care of it here."
"Okay, I'll drink two more bowls of Sanhong soup later." Song Yu replied with a faint smile, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.
He didn't go to the nursing home many times in his previous life, and every time he went there in a hurry and left in a hurry. He didn't have much conversation with this Aunt Zhao, who was about Wen Wan's age, and he didn't have a deep impression on her. Be considerate.