Sui Yuesheng's wound was not too deep, and he was fine after a few days of rest after stitches. Yan Yuezhao's was more serious, as his right leg was nearly pierced by the murderer's dagger, and he couldn't get out of bed for at least ten days or half a month.
It was obvious that Meng Zhoushan could not take care of two patients at the same time, especially Yan Yuezhao, who was very difficult to serve. Sometimes he complained that the food was not tasty, and sometimes he complained that the water was too hot. When he was at a loss, a "new visitor" came to the hospital ward.
"Zhoushan."
That morning, a graceful woman suddenly walked into the ward. She was wearing a pair of black stilettos and a white hip-hugging suit skirt. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her hair was cut to her neck, like a career elite sitting in an office building.
Meng Zhoushan was sitting by the bed peeling an orange. He looked up subconsciously when he heard the words. It was his sister Meng Qinglan who had just returned from China. She stood up and asked, "Sister, why are you here?"
Sui Yuesheng sat quietly on the bed, holding half an orange in her hand. Meng Zhoushan called her sister, and subconsciously raised his head to look over. It was a beautiful short-haired woman.
Yan Yuezhao, who was in the bed next to him, was startled by the noise and immediately covered his head with the quilt, hoping that his ex-wife would not see him in such an embarrassing state.
However, Meng Qinglan didn't even look at the bed next to her. She directly handed the nutritional supplement in her hand to Meng Zhoushan: "He said he was injured and hospitalized. I came to see him... Hey, who is this little brother? Why haven't I been here before?"
Meng Zhoushan paused after hearing this, took the nutritional supplement and placed it on the table next to him: "Sui Yuesheng. He was injured while trying to save me."
He did not use the common and common words "friends" to evade the relationship between himself and Sui Yuesheng. But Meng Zhoushan had not yet decided what words to use to describe it. After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to rub Sui Yuesheng's head and introduced him in a low voice: "This is my sister, Meng Qinglan. She had been abroad before and just came back a while ago."
Meng Qinglan glanced at Meng Zhoushan and was surprised at her brother's overly gentle attitude, but she didn't say anything and assumed that they were friends.
She smiled at Sui Yuesheng. The boy in front of her was handsome and pretty, and she liked him in her heart: "Thank you for saving Zhoushan. If you don't mind, you can call me sister like him."
Sui Yuesheng didn't know why he suddenly smiled when he heard this. He looked at Meng Qinglan and really called her "sister".
Meng Zhoushan felt a little helpless and pinched his nose: "He calls me uncle and sister, doesn't this mess up the generations?"
Meng Qinglan has lived abroad for many years and doesn't care about this kind of thing. She smiled and spread her hands: "So what? Missing uncle doesn't mean I miss aunt. Call me sister, and don't change it."
The latter sentence was addressed to Sui Yuesheng, who nodded in response, soft and harmless.
Meng Zhoushan patted him on the head and said, "Don't bother with hers."
Sui Yuesheng really remained silent.
Meng Qinglan has given birth to a child before, and she doesn’t want such a good child to be wronged: "Zhoushan, don’t scare him."
Meng Zhoushan immediately guessed that she was overflowing with maternal love. He gave the only chair to Meng Qinglan and sat down next to the bed, right next to Sui Yuesheng. Hearing this, he said with a half-smile, "Am I scared?"
Sui Yuesheng shook her head, and leaned close to Meng Zhoushan, with a hint of attachment unintentionally revealed in her eyes.
Meng Qinglan counted their names and suddenly found something in surprise. She smiled and said to Meng Zhoushan, "What a coincidence! There's "mountain" in his name, "moon" in his name, and "Qinglan" in my name, which represents the mist in the mountains. Putting them together makes a perfect picture."
The guy named Yan Dazhuang in the next bed didn't even dare to make a sound.
Meng Zhoushan glanced at the bed next to him without leaving a trace, and said to Meng Qinglan, "He's in the bed next to him."
Meng Qinglan pretended not to know: "What he? Which he?"
Meng Zhoushan: "Ex-husband."
Meng Qinglan: "Oh, you mean Yan Yuezhao?"
Meng Zhoushan: "He has changed his name to Yan Dazhuang. Come and see him. We are husband and wife after all."
"Yan Dazhuang? How vulgar."
Meng Qinglan sighed. She finally stood up, carrying her bag and walked to the next bed, but Yan Yuezhao was still covering himself with the quilt and pretending to be dead. He frowned and said, "If you don't show up, I'm leaving."
Yan Yuezhao was shocked when he heard this and immediately opened the quilt: "Meng Qinglan, I'm in this state, how can you leave?! How can you bear to leave?!"
Meng Qinglan sat down leisurely: "Why should I be reluctant? Anyway, we are divorced, and I don't need to support him if he is paralyzed in bed."
She didn't know that there was something wrong with Sui Yuesheng's legs.
Meng Zhoushan heard her voice next to him, and subconsciously looked at Sui Yuesheng, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain it.
Sui Yuesheng didn't react. He lowered his head, removed the white veins from the half orange in his hand, and then handed it to Meng Zhoushan. Meng Zhoushan ate it subconsciously, but he said, "Uncle, is being paralyzed in bed really a burden?"
Meng Zhoushan shook his head and thought for a moment, as if answering an academic question: "To those who don't love, it is a burden, to those who love, it is hope."
There is no true love in the world that is frivolous, and people are accustomed to using the word "heavy" to describe it.
The more you love, the more you carry; the lighter you love, the lighter you carry. But if the wind and rain come, the former remains unmoved, while the latter is blown away like a floating cloud. Light love can fall into your hands or into the hands of others.
Sui Yuesheng suddenly approached Meng Zhoushan and stared at him motionlessly: "Uncle..."
He: “Am I a burden then?”
Those eyes carried too many incomprehensible emotions. The young man Meng Zhoushan approached and, somehow, subconsciously covered his eyes. After a pause, he said, "...Of course not."
His eyelashes fluttered and his palms felt a slight itch.
Sui Yuesheng's eyes were dark and he couldn't see Meng Zhoushan's expression clearly, but he got the answer he wanted, which was enough, and finally he slowly sat back.
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackening degree has dropped to 63. Please continue to work hard!
The system appeared to show its presence, then disappeared again.
Meng Zhoushan knew that his answer just now made Sui Yuesheng very happy. The other party seemed to be easily satisfied. A new piece of clothing, a pair of shoes, a pot of flowers, a word, all contributed to the decrease of the degree of blackening.
After Li Juan's case was closed, the police launched a large-scale investigation at the place where the murderer disappeared, retrieved surveillance footage from various sections of the road, and captured several paintings belonging to the murderer. However, the surveillance footage at the place where the murderer last disappeared was damaged, and it is currently unknown where he fled to, so only a carpet search is being conducted.
The other party may have run away, or may be quietly watching them in the dark.
Yan Yuezhao received a surveillance video sent by his subordinates on his mobile phone, but the picture quality was blurry and the murderer was wearing a mask, making it difficult to distinguish his appearance.
He sat on the hospital bed, watching the intercepted surveillance video over and over again, and finally found something strange. That day, when the murderer raised the knife and stabbed Meng Zhoushan, Sui Yuesheng jumped up from his wheelchair and rushed in front of him. For a few seconds, he seemed to have the strength to stand.
hiss…
Could it be that he suddenly stood up because of the stimulation
From both the psychological and medical perspectives, it is possible.
Yan Yuezhao temporarily put this doubt aside and continued to watch the surveillance video. The murderer stabbed Sui Yuesheng and was about to stab again, but he heard his own footsteps and ran away unwillingly.
At first glance, this video seems unremarkable. But Yan Yuezhao wanted to identify the murderer's appearance, so he zoomed in and watched it repeatedly. However, after watching it for a long time, he found something unusual.
When the murderer stabbed Sui Yuesheng, he had enough strength to stab him a second time, but for some reason, Sui Yuesheng just looked back at him, and the other party's knife-raising action paused, as if hesitating about something.
Yan Yuezhao pressed the pause button, and the surveillance footage was enlarged, freezing at the moment when Sui Yuesheng turned around to look at the murderer.
Even through the blurry image quality, it was still not difficult to see the strong warning in the boy's eyes. His gaze was sinister and cold, with cold murderous intent. It was completely different from Sui Yuesheng's usual silent and harmless appearance.
Yan Yuezhao stared for a long time, and a chill suddenly came from his back. It was hard to connect the man with the cruel eyes in the surveillance with Sui Yuesheng. Could he have any relationship with the murderer
Yan Yuezhao frowned unconsciously when he thought of this, and suddenly felt that things were not simple. He originally thought that Meng Zhoushan had adopted a lonely little white rabbit, but now he saw that it was clearly a snake with fangs hidden.
Meng Qinglan had just finished washing the fruit and walked in when she saw Yan Yuezhao limping out of bed. She quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Hey, why are you moving around? Your injury hasn't healed yet."
Sui Yuesheng's injuries were relatively minor, and Meng Zhoushan had taken him out of the hospital two days ago. Yan Yuezhao remembered that Sui Yuesheng might be related to the murderer, so he could not sit still. While putting on his clothes, he hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, help me with the discharge procedures. I have something to do with Meng Zhoushan."
Meng Qinglan's face turned cold when she heard this, and she put the fruit plate on the table. She used to hate Yan Yuezhao's character who didn't care about anything for work, but she didn't expect that after a few years, he still didn't change at all.
She picked up her handbag at the end of the bed and slumped it over her arm, looking like she was ready to leave.
Yan Yuezhao called her: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Meng Qinglan tucked her hair in: "Nothing, if you want to go through the discharge procedures, go and do it yourself. I came to the hospital to take care of you for a few days because of our son. We have been divorced for a long time, so don't order me around."
Yan Yuezhao knew that he must have offended this aunt again, and hesitantly said, "Then...then I'll drive her home, okay?"
Meng Qinglan smiled and said, "Want to take a free ride? Go downstairs and take a shared bike."
After saying this, she left in her high heels.
Yan Yuezhao couldn't catch up with her, so he put on his clothes and called the nurse to help him with the discharge procedures. He limped downstairs with a cane and hailed a taxi downstairs to go home.
In the evening, Meng Zhoushan was cooking dinner. He had just put the dishes on the table when someone knocked on the door. He opened the door and saw Yan Yuezhao, who was leaning on a cane and holding a bag of white wine.
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his new glasses on his nose and looked him up and down: "Why did you get discharged from the hospital?"
Yan Yuezhao wanted Meng Qinglan to take care of him, so he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month and refused to leave. It was strange that he was discharged today.
Yan Yuezhao walked into the room with a cane, and put the white wine on the table: "Didn't I say that I would go to drink after the case was solved... Oh, you haven't had dinner yet, so take me with you."
He sat down at the dining table, looked around the room, and looked at Sui Yuesheng who was sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes fell on his legs, and he said casually, "This child's injury should be better, right?"
Sui Yuesheng noticed Yan Yuezhao's gaze on her legs, and slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes dark, and she said nothing.
The two of them stared at each other in mid-air, and the atmosphere froze.
Meng Zhoushan didn't notice anything unusual, and rubbed Sui Yuesheng's head: "Just call him uncle."
Sui Yuesheng lowered his head and said nothing, hiding behind Meng Zhoushan.
Meng Zhoushan only explained to Yan Yuezhao: "He is afraid of strangers."
Yan Yuezhao sighed: "He didn't know him a few days earlier than me, did he?"
"One day earlier is still earlier."
Meng Zhoushan didn't argue with him, and motioned Sui Yuesheng to sit at the dining table, and went to the kitchen to get three bowls of rice. To avoid the fog, he took off his glasses and put them aside: "The injury has not healed yet, from a medical point of view, drinking is not recommended."
Yan Yuezhao had been secretly observing Sui Yuesheng. Hearing this, he finally retracted his gaze and opened the bag of white wine: "Stop talking nonsense. Just like me, a man has nothing to be afraid of if he drinks a few sips."
Meng Zhoushan couldn't drink white wine, it was too strong, so he took a bottle of unopened red wine from the table. Sui Yue subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Uncle, don't drink..."
Meng Zhoushan paused when he heard this, thinking that Chen Pingchuan always beat people up when he was drunk, and Sui Yuesheng probably had a psychological trauma. He put the bottle of red wine on the table and asked in a low voice, "Just drink a little, okay?"
Yan Yuezhao joked, "Look at other people's children, show some concern. Meng Zhoushan, don't you plan to find a doctor to check his leg?"
Meng Zhoushan rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows and used a corkscrew to open the cork of the red wine: "Yes, I have contacted him and will take him to the hospital for a checkup next week."
Sui Yuesheng lowered his head to eat, saying nothing, and was surprisingly quiet, not even picking up any food. Meng Zhoushan used a spoon to put some corn and shrimp in his bowl and told him, "Eat more vegetables, don't be picky."
Sui Yuesheng nodded and picked up a piece of food for Meng Zhoushan.
Yan Yuezhao picked some for himself. He ate a little and then began to pour wine into Meng Zhoushan, mixing white and red wines, which were the easiest to get drunk: "Come on, drink, drink, drink, it's just right that I'm taking a break, I have it every day."
Meng Zhoushan was very restrained. When his brain was dizzy, he held Yan Yuezhao's hand and frowned: "It seems a little abnormal today?"
Yan Yuezhao met his sharp gaze and paused for a moment, "Nonsense, I got stabbed by you for no reason. Who wouldn't be angry?"
Meng Zhoushan thought he was unhappy because of Meng Qinglan: "If you want to remarry, tell her that drinking is not the way. It's getting late, go back and rest early."
Yan Yuezhao also planned to take advantage of Meng Zhoushan being drunk to ask Sui Yuesheng something: "Hey, I haven't drunk enough yet."
Meng Zhoushan stood up, and Yan Yuezhao helped him up from the chair, and handed him his cane: "If you haven't drunk enough, drink next time. It's not worth going back to the hospital if the wound gets inflamed."
Yan Yuezhao just went back to the next door.
Meng Zhoushan closed the door, closed his eyes and tried to wake himself up, but his head was still dizzy. He raised his hand to loosen his tie, walked to the sofa and sat down, and said to Sui Yuesheng: "Don't worry about the table, I will clean it up tomorrow."
Sui Yuesheng Meng Zhoushan fell on the sofa to rest, slowly pushed the wheelchair to him, and whispered: "Uncle, are you drunk?"
Meng Zhoushan covered his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling dizzy for a while. He managed to pull himself together and said, "It's okay. I'll be fine after lying down for a while..."
He was not a very good drinker and got drunk easily. But fortunately, he did not move when he was drunk, and lay on the sofa as if he was asleep. His clothes were stained with the smell of alcohol, which was light but not unpleasant.
The light was warm, pouring down and illuminating the silence in the room.
Sui Yuesheng quietly looked at the man lying on the sofa, and suddenly leaned over slowly. His eyes fell on Meng Zhoushan's gentle and handsome face, and then fell on his broad and warm shoulders, as if he was a little difficult to decide which one to choose.
"uncle… "
He moved his lips silently, and his white and slender fingertips gently fell on the man's lips, his eyes filled with morbid obsession. He seemed to mutter something in a trance, but it was not clear because all the words were drowned out by their touching lips and teeth.
Warm, soft, with a hint of alcohol...
Sui Yuesheng leaned over and secretly placed a kiss on Meng Zhoushan's lips.
Focused, serious, and cautious, like the most devout believer in the world.