Chapter 19 Mom, it hurts.

After arriving at the hospital owned by the Hamajima He family, the medical team responsible for the health of the He family head immediately conducted a series of examinations on him at the highest level of strictness.

Until that afternoon, He Cong was pushed into the top-floor ward suite with top-notch security facilities.

Because the wound on He Cong's back was treated in time to stop bleeding, it was not a serious injury.

Fortunately, the medical team was originally very worried. He Cong was trapped in the mountains for a whole night. The environment in the mountains was harsh and there were heavy rains. Once the wound on He Cong's back became inflamed and caused a high fever, it would trigger various serious chain reactions. At that time, it would not be as simple as treating the external injuries.

He Cong was half lying on the hospital bed with a heavy back and shoulders, flipping through several documents waiting to be processed on his body with one hand.

After listening to the injury report explained by Doctor Zhao, He Cong paused as he looked at a line of words on the document. He couldn't help but think of what Grandma Jin said before she left this morning, that Shang Youqing had been making medicine for him in the kitchen late at night.

At this moment, a voice rang out from outside the ward door, "Mr. He, Uncle Yu is here."

Uncle Yu was the close bodyguard that was personally arranged by Mr. He to protect He Cong when Mr. He was still alive. It was only in recent years that He Cong's power and status gradually became consolidated, and Uncle Yu retired.

This time, when he heard that He Cong had almost gotten into trouble in the mountainous area around Pingzhuang, he rushed back to Bindao almost immediately and began to investigate the whole incident.

As soon as he entered the ward, Uncle Yu reported every word he had found to He Cong. The old scar across his brow twisted slightly, and he said with a bit of anger: "Master, those little bastards have confessed. They admitted that it was He Chengsheng who hired them to ambush and assassinate you on the mountain road in Pingzhuang. The evidence is irrefutable. Master, give the order, and I will take people there immediately-"

"No need." He Cong calmly interrupted Uncle Yu. He wasn't surprised that He Chengsheng was the mastermind behind this. He closed the document he had just signed and set it aside. He retrieved the Buddhist beads from the bedside table and slowly put them back on his slender, fair wrist. He continued, "Uncle Yu, we live in a society ruled by law. Gather all the evidence and hand it over directly to the police."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Yu glanced at the black Buddhist beads hanging on He Cong's wrist, which symbolized tranquility and abstinence, and his mind was slightly distracted.

I just remembered that since the birth of Young Master He, perhaps for fear of scaring the young and ignorant Young Master He, the new head of the He family, who was originally violent and unbridled, has indeed gradually restrained himself in recent years and developed a restrained temperament of practicing Zen and worshiping Buddha. Moreover, he has not been prone to killing and bloodshed for a long time.

Uncle Yu came to his senses and didn't ask any more questions. He nodded and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away."

After Uncle Yu left, He Cong finished the work at hand and should have lay down and had a good sleep as Dr. Zhao had instructed, but he was still leaning against the head of the bed.

While closing his eyes to rest, the dark and cool ebony bracelet slid down between the wide metacarpal bones. His warm and dry thumb slowly turned the Buddhist beads one by one, while he was still thinking and reviewing everything that had happened in the past two days.

Why.

They are clearly two completely different faces.

It would be fine if their figures and temperaments were similar, but through the hand-holding incident when he woke up this morning, He Cong discovered again that not only their backs, but even the feeling of holding hands were very similar.

More importantly, why did his mental illness, which had not recurred in the past year, suddenly flare up and he sleepwalked to find Shang Youqing that night after coming into close contact with him?

They held hands until the next morning, pinching Shang Youqing's hand until it turned red, which shows how tightly he held her while he was sleepwalking.

He Cong pondered, then raised his right hand with the beads hanging on it, put it to his nose and sniffed carefully, as if the warmth of that slender hand was still lingering between the palm and finger bones.

Was this an illusion caused by his excessive longing, or was it—

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Yu Zhu, who he had arranged to accompany Shang Youqing back, rushed back from outside.

He Cong sat up steadily, and without waiting for his assistant to report anything else, he directly asked what he wanted to know most at the moment, "How is the situation with Shang Youqing?"

Yu Zhu was stunned and had to put aside the important documents at hand for the time being and report to He Cong: "I followed Mr. He's instructions and personally sent Miss Shang back to Ning City. I also saw Miss Shang carrying a two or three-year-old girl out of a middle-aged man's home."

Yu Zhu paused at this point, and when he saw that Mr. He's eyes, which had been fixed on him just a second ago, suddenly turned cold, he asked indifferently, "What is the relationship between that man and her?"

"Uh, I heard Miss Shang call him "Old Yan". I guess he's a relative."

She has children.

This means that even if this man is not what Yu Zhu mentioned, she already has her own children and naturally has her own husband.

The cold bracelet, which had been twirling around chaotically for a long time, was pushed back to its wrist joint. He Cong's eyes regained clarity and calmness, and he continued to ask expressionlessly, "Where's the child?"

Yu Zhu was keenly aware of Mr. He's subtle mood changes and continued cautiously, "The child seems to be sick with a fever. Miss Shang held her in her arms and kept calling for her mother. I couldn't see clearly, so I wanted to take Miss Shang to the hospital myself, but Miss Shang clearly declined the offer and left in a car with the child in her arms."

"knew."

The ridiculous suspicion that had arisen from the sleepwalking hand-holding instantly dissipated. He Cong closed his eyes indifferently and said, "Go out."

…

On the other side, Shang Youqing had just brought the burning little cub back to the small courtyard of Mingling Zoo when Shang You seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. Her soft little body curled up into a furry ball and fell crookedly into Shang Youqing's palm.

"Baby?"

Old Yan said that Shang You went to bed on time last night, but did not get up on time as usual in the morning. Old Yan called him several times but the little guy didn't wake up. When he went into the room, he found that the little guy was sweating profusely and his forehead was frighteningly hot.

After Shang You passed the stage of being a helpless child in the little nest on Wutong Mountain, he grew up to be more and more well-behaved and sensible, and rarely caused Shang Youqing to worry.

The sudden accident made Shang Youqing, who was always calm and rational, tremble. He held the little phoenix curled up in his palm with trembling hands, and his voice trembled, "Baby, what's wrong with you?"

The little phoenix scratched its feathers weakly with its tender and soft little claws, then licked them in pain. Its pink eyes turned red and soon transparent tears overflowed.

Shang You flapped his wings weakly twice, causing a few feathers to fall off. He then struggled to hold his mother's fingers with his two thin wings, tilted his furry head back, and made two tender sounds: "Chirp."

【Mom, it hurts.】