Chapter 461: The Dark Moonlight Ex-wife of the Number One Scholar 29

At this moment, Granny Zhao from next door ran over, gasping for breath and shouting, "Hongying, your son has been beaten. He's just outside the soy sauce shop."

When Yue Hongying heard this, she became extremely anxious. She immediately put down the shovel in her hand and ran towards the soy sauce shop.

Shen Xinran followed behind her.

When the two arrived outside the soy sauce shop, they saw Han Ziwen lying on the ground, with bright red blood and dark soy sauce mixed together, which was shocking.

A group of thugs were holding sticks and hitting him on the legs continuously. The people standing around were full of people watching the show. They were all intimidated by the thugs' ferocity and no one came forward to help.

Yue Hongying rushed over desperately, shielding Han Ziwen with her own body, and screamed heartbreakingly: "All of you get out of here!"

Her eyes burned with anger, and her clenched fists and determined expression made the thugs hesitate briefly.

However, this hesitation was soon replaced by their brutal nature. They ignored Yue Hongying's cries and attempts to stop her and attacked Han Ziwen several more times.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking the wrong person!" One of the thugs said as he started fighting.

Yue Hongying felt unprecedented powerlessness and despair, but she did not give up. Her voice echoed in the street: "Get out, all of you!"

Shen Xinran stepped forward and warned calmly, "You're all locals, right? I've already reported it to the police. If you're not afraid of being arrested, then continue."

The hooligans looked around and realized that the situation was not good, but before they left, they did not forget to look at Han Ziwen. "That person asked us to tell you that today's is just an appetizer. If you dare to take the test again, it will not be as simple as a leg."

When Yue Hongying heard this, her body probably became stiff with fear, and memories of the past flooded her mind. She subconsciously looked at Han Ziwen in her arms, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Han Ziwen's pupils constricted and his gaze was like a torch, as if he wanted to burn through the backs of the thugs.

Chen Xinran looked at the people beside her and asked, "Can you lend a hand and help me carry my husband back?"

One of the kind passersby nodded, walked forward, and sighed, "Let me do it."

Yue Hongying came back to her senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, let's go home. Let's go home first."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Shen Xinran again and said anxiously: "Ziwen is seriously injured. I ask you to go to Huichun Hall to find a doctor."

Shen Xinran nodded and hurried to Huichuntang. Even though she knew that the doctors at Huichuntang couldn't cure Han Ziwen's leg injury.

Sure enough, after carefully examining Han Ziwen's injuries, the doctor at Huichuntang shook his head helplessly, "The injuries on his body are easy to treat, but this leg is completely broken. There's nothing I can do."

Yue Hongying's tears could not stop flowing. She knelt in front of the doctor and begged, "My son still wants to take the imperial examination. This is his only way out. Please save him."

Shen Xinran was standing nearby. She turned around, unable to bear witness to this sad scene.

Every male protagonist becomes stronger and more mature after going through various hardships, and Han Ziwen is no exception. As long as he can get through this period, a bright future awaits him.

The doctor at Huichuntang sighed and said, "You have some medical skills, so I won't hide it from you. Right now, I can only fix him with a splint, but the chances of recovery are very low. But if you can find Mr. Lu, the orthopedic expert, there might be a glimmer of hope."

Yue Hongying held the doctor's hand tightly and asked anxiously, "Where is he? I'll go find him now."

The doctor at Huichuntang shook his head, his tone filled with helplessness, "He went on the road three years ago, and I don't know where he is."

The gate to the yard was open, and the neighbors gathered at the door, whispering:

"I don't know who he offended to be so cruel."

"I heard that people with physical disabilities cannot take the imperial examination."

"Han Ziwen finally passed the imperial examination and was on the verge of a meteoric rise. Now, it's all ruined..."

Han Ziwen lay on the bed. Although his eyes had lost their former luster, the pain of being ruthlessly hit by fate made him feel unprecedented despair.

Shen Xinran frowned, she walked directly to the door, closed it, and isolated the noise outside.

But even so, those words still echoed in Han Ziwen's mind like ghosts.

Those dreams and goals that were once clear now seem out of reach.

Han Ziwen's heart was filled with grief, confusion and hatred, and these emotions intertwined to form an inescapable vortex.

He stopped eating and drinking, and often sat alone in a daze, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.

Yue Hongying felt heartbroken when she saw her son in such a state. She didn't know what to do and could only hide in the corner and cry silently.

Several days passed like this, and Han Ziwen's condition did not improve at all. The whole house was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

That night, the night breeze was blowing, bringing a little coolness.

Shen Xinran felt the chill of the wind, so he stood up and wanted to close the window to prevent the cold wind from blowing into the house.

But just as she was closing the window, there was a loud noise behind her.

Shen Xinran looked back and saw Han Ziwen fell to the ground. He struggled to stand up, but was unable to do so.

Shen Xinran's heart suddenly tightened. She quickly stepped forward, helped Han Ziwen up, and asked him with concern: "Are you okay?"

Han Ziwen laughed, his laughter full of self-mockery and sarcasm, "I even fall down when I go to the toilet now. I'm so useless!"

An indescribable sadness welled up in Shen Xinran's heart. She sighed softly, "If you want to go to the bathroom, just tell me and I'll help you go."

At this moment, Yue Hongying's anxious voice came from the door of the room: "Xiaoxi, are you okay?"

There was clear worry in her voice, and she was obviously alarmed by the movement in the house.

Han Ziwen clenched his hands on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if he didn't want anyone to see him in such an embarrassing state. It was a kind of perseverance in self-respect, but also a kind of helplessness in the face of the current situation.

Shen Xinran quickly shouted to the outside world: "We are fine, mother, you should go to bed early too."

When the sound of Yue Hongying closing the door came from outside the house, Shen Xinran looked at Han Ziwen gently, "Let's go, I'll help you go to the toilet."

Han Ziwen nodded, then propped himself up, half leaning on Shen Xinran, trying his best to keep his center of gravity stable.

They moved slowly, each step seeming extremely difficult.

Arriving at the restroom door, Shen Xinran looked at Han Ziwen and asked softly, "Do you need my help?"

Han Ziwen's cheeks were slightly hot. He bit his lower lip tightly and shook his head to refuse. "No, I can do it myself."

After saying that, he began to grope the wall and hopped into the toilet on one foot.

Shen Xinran had been waiting at the bathroom door. When Han Ziwen finished using the bathroom and opened the door, she helped him back to the room.

The round trip from the room to the bathroom, which only takes two minutes, took the two of them nearly a quarter of an hour.