Chapter 125 Fang Biao is paralyzed

Fang Tingxu opened his eyes dazedly and called out "Mom". He didn't find anyone. He was a little worried and got up and opened the door.

He saw Zhang Mingfang holding a cup of water and drinking it expressionlessly.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Mingfang looked up and smiled reluctantly: "Why is Tingxu awake?"

"I'm going to the bathroom." Fang Tingxu said: "Mom, why are you still awake?"

"Mom has insomnia, so I'm going to sleep now. You go to the bathroom quickly." Zhang Mingfang touched Fang Tingxu's head and said with a smile.

Fang Tingxu nodded: "Okay."

He said, but did not move. In Zhang Mingfang's puzzled eyes, he bit his lip and asked: "Mom, will Fang Biao beat us again in the future?"

Zhang Mingfang's expression changed, and she touched Fang Tingxu, who looked frightened, with heartache, and said firmly: "Tingxu, don't worry, in the future... he can't beat us anymore."

"Really?" Fang Tingxu's eyes lit up.

"Really." Zhang Mingfang touched Fang Tingxu's head, held him in her arms, and whispered: "In the future, he can't beat us anymore."

Fang Tingxu didn't know whether this wish could come true, but with his mother's guarantee, he went to the toilet with a good dream, and went back to his room to sleep.

It would be great if Fang Biao didn't beat them in the future. In the end, he would disappear forever, and he and his mother could live well.

Fang Tingxu returned to the room and didn't notice that his mother's hands were shaking.

Zhang Mingfang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell on the table, shaking all over.

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next day, someone knocked hard on Zhang Mingfang's door. She opened the door and went out, wondering, "What happened?"

"Oh, Mingfang, you should go and check it out quickly. Your Fang Biao got drunk yesterday, and the elevator happened to be broken. He accidentally fell down the stairs!" The person who spoke hurriedly pulled Zhang Mingfang and said, "It was the middle of the night and no one found him. It was not until this morning that someone heard the noise and saw him."

Seeing that Zhang Mingfang didn't say anything, the man looked sympathetic, "He didn't come back last night, didn't you go to look for him?"

"No!" Zhang Mingfang seemed to be frightened and shook her head, "I...he often doesn't come back all night, I...I don't know..." "

Oh, what a sin..." The person who spoke looked at Zhang Mingfang with some sympathy. He had just seen Fang Biao's appearance and was afraid that the situation was not good.

No matter what happened in the past, Fang Biao was a man and the pillar of the family. Now that he has become like this, Zhang Mingfang will have a hard time in the future.

Someone has helped to call an ambulance, and Fang Biao has been sent to the hospital. Zhang Mingfang went directly to the hospital.

As soon as she arrived, the doctor called the family.

Zhang Mingfang rubbed her hands and said nervously: "My...how is my man?"

The doctor sighed: "He was sent in a little late, and there is a possibility of paralysis."

Zhang Mingfang loosened her clenched hands.

"But there is still hope of recovery." The doctor comforted her and explained the situation.

There is a powerful surgeon in the hospital. If he can squeeze out some time, he may be able to perform surgery on Fang Biao.

Zhang Mingfang lowered her eyes: "We don't have that much money."

"Oh, poor Mingfang." The people who came with her talked about the situation at Zhang Mingfang's home.

Fang Biao was idle all day, so Zhang Mingfang could only do some hard and tiring work. The little money she earned was all spent on drinking by Fang Biao. How could she afford Fang Biao's surgery?

The doctor probably knew the situation and advised her to think about it again.

Zhang Mingfang wanted to say that there was no need to think about it. Why would she treat Fang Biao? She wished that he would be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life.

But she didn't dare to say it out loud, and she lowered her head and covered her face. When others saw her crying, they sighed and could only comfort her: "There is no way, this is Fang Biao's fate. If he works hard and makes money, maybe he can be cured."

Zhang Mingfang listened to the comfort of the people around her and said nothing in silence.

In the end, because the family had no money, they could only choose conservative treatment for Fang Biao.

Saving Fang Biao's life means that he will be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life.

Fang Biao woke up in a daze, his head hurt so much, he took a breath of cool air, moved his body, and wanted to sit up.

However, he soon found that his lower body seemed to have lost consciousness. Fang Biao went from being puzzled at first to being terrified: "My legs, what's wrong with my legs!"

he shouted. After a while, Zhang Mingfang came in from outside. Under Fang Biao's questioning, she wiped her tears: "The doctor said you were paralyzed."

Fang Biao's expression changed drastically. He twisted his body wildly, but he couldn't regain consciousness in his lower body: "How is this possible! It's fake, Zhang Mingfang, you lied to me, you dare to lie to me, I will kill you, ah ah, I will kill you!"

Zhang Mingfang's expression was calm. She looked at the crazy man and felt extremely happy.

Since he is in so much pain, let him suffer more: "You know what? The doctor originally said that there is a very powerful expert in the hospital who can cure you."

"Then go and get an expert for me, go and get him!" Fang Biao shouted excitedly: "I want to stand up, I don't want to be a useless man, go and get an expert for me."

"No." Zhang Mingfang looked at him going crazy, and still said calmly: "Have you forgotten? Our family has no money and can't afford an expert."

"Then go and borrow it! Zhang Mingfang, go and borrow it!" Even though Fang Biao was lying in bed, he still gave orders to Zhang Mingfang out of habit: "Go and borrow money for me! Otherwise, I will beat you to death!" "It's

too late, I have chosen conservative treatment." Zhang Mingfang smiled and said: "From now on, you can only be paralyzed in bed for the rest of your life."

"Zhang Mingfang, I'm going to kill you!" Fang Biao's eyes were red with anger, and he wanted to get up from the bed with a ferocious look, but at this moment, he couldn't even do this. He could only wriggle like a stink bug, so that he could move a little bit. He couldn't even reach the corner of Zhang Mingfang's clothes.

Some relatives came to visit Fang Biao, and seeing him like this, they advised him: "Calm down, it's not Mingfang's fault, where did she get so much money?"

When Zhang Mingfang chose conservative treatment, they thanked the relatives and breathed a sigh of relief. If they really wanted to treat Fang Biao, wouldn't they have to borrow money from them?

Fang Biao was not a very good person, and it was good enough that these relatives were willing to come to see him. It was absolutely impossible for them to borrow money.

It would have been better if Zhang Mingfang didn't say anything, to avoid any unpleasantness.

Fang Biao didn't say anything. He seemed tired. He kept looking at them with a vicious look, which made people feel scared.

"Fang Biao, I know you can't accept it for a while, but life has to go on. Don't treat Mingfang like that anymore. You still have to rely on her to take care of you in the future." The relative advised earnestly.

If Zhang Mingfang gets angry and runs away, no one will take care of Fang Biao in the future. What if they are asked to take care of him?

"I want to call the police!" Fang Biao, who had been silent all the time, suddenly shouted angrily. He pointed at Zhang Mingfang: "It was this woman. She pushed me down!"

When the relative heard this, his expression froze and he laughed dryly: "Don't dare to say such things."

Zhang Mingfang, who had been relaxed, clenched her fingers in an instant, and her face turned slightly pale.

"I'm not kidding, I saw it clearly, it was she who pushed him!" Fang Biao naturally didn't see it, it was pitch black that night, how could he see it? But he was sure that someone did push him.

Fang Biao felt that it must be this woman Zhang Mingfang, otherwise why was he pushed off the building that night just after he said he would not divorce the day before.

No one hated him so much, except Zhang Mingfang.

Fang Biao's words were sharp, and he said to his relatives: "Brother, please help me call the police!"

This man was Fang Biao's cousin, but Fang Biao usually called him by his name, but today he honestly called him "brother".

The cousin turned to look at Zhang Mingfang, who lowered her head, her eyes were wide open, and she kept repeating, "I didn't push him, I didn't push him..."

The cousin frowned and said to Fang Biao, "Wait a minute."

He left the ward.

Fang Biao looked at Zhang Mingfang, with a vicious look in his eyes: "Zhang Mingfang, I'm paralyzed in bed, and you can't expect to have a good life!" Zhang Mingfang

ignored Fang Biao. She sat on the stool with her legs weak and her eyes wide open. If... if she really went to jail, what would happen to Tingxu? Her parents should take good care of Tingxu, right?

As long as this man was gone, Tingxu would be better off than before, and it would be worth it for him.

When my cousin left the ward, he did not call the police directly, but called his mother: "Mom, Fang Biao said that he was pushed down by Zhang Mingfang. Do you think we should call the police?" When

Fang Biao's aunt heard this, she immediately said: "That's impossible. Mingfang is so timid. She is usually scared by Fang Biao. How could she dare to push him? I think Fang Biao is resentful and thinks that Mingfang didn't treat him, and Mingfang also... He's a pitiful one, what can she do? Where is the money to treat his illness? Let him go out drinking every day, I think he deserves it!"

Aunt Fang and Fang Biao have obviously been holding grudges for a long time. After all, Fang Biao usually has little respect for her aunt. Even if he is her own nephew, the little affection has long been worn away. Based on Fang Biao's usual behavior, Aunt Fang thinks he deserves what he has today!

"What if? I also think it's a bit weird that he fell from the stairs." What the cousin didn't say is that the look on Zhang Mingfang's face just now made him suspicious.

"What are you talking about? You don't understand what I'm saying, right?" Aunt Fang saw that her son's stupid head was confused again, and immediately said, "Don't you think about it? What if it's really Zhang Mingfang?"

"What do you mean? If it's her, let her go to jail. I'm not a policeman, how can I care so much." My cousin didn't hear it and muttered in his mouth.

"Is that what I'm talking about? The police only arrest people. If Zhang Mingfang is arrested, you can take care of Fang Biao! You can support him in the future!" Aunt Fang was almost mad at her son. If he still didn't understand after she said this, she had to open his head to see what was going on.

Fortunately, my cousin was not too stupid and understood what Aunt Fang meant immediately, but he still couldn't help muttering: "Even if Zhang Mingfang didn't exist, it wouldn't be our turn to take care of him, right? Doesn't Fang Biao still have his uncle?"

"You know what the situation is at his uncle's house. Fang Biao was a scoundrel and broke his uncle's head with a brick. It's really stupid for his uncle to care about him!" Aunt Fang tried to calm down and explain to her stupid son.

This was the first time my cousin heard about this. He thought about it and felt that Fang Biao's matter was indeed difficult to deal with, so he should just leave it alone.

Thinking of this, my cousin hung up the phone and returned to the ward.

Fang Biao, who had been waiting for him, was extremely excited. His eyes were red and bulging, looking a bit scary: "Brother, have you called the police? Are they coming to arrest this woman?"

As he spoke, he laughed happily and said to Zhang Mingfang: "Just wait to go to jail. If I don't have a good life, you won't have an easy life either, haha..."

"What kind of jail are you going to?" The cousin got annoyed when he saw Fang Biao's smug look: "I think you have hysteria. How could Mingfang have the courage to push you? I think you were drunk and fell down the stairs by yourself. I advise you, you have to rely on Mingfang in the future, don't talk nonsense, do you hear me?"

The smile on Fang Biao's face froze, and he looked at his cousin in disbelief. He anxiously grabbed his cousin's clothes, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he pulled the other party to stagger: "Fuck you, didn't I tell you to call the police? Huh? Why didn't you listen to me, why didn't you listen!"

The cousin was scared by Fang Biao. Zhang Mingfang jumped, and quickly pulled the clothes out of the other party's hands, and moved away from Fang Biao: "Come on, stop talking nonsense, Mingfang is an honest woman, how could she do anything to hurt others?"

Zhang Mingfang didn't know why her cousin suddenly changed his attitude. She suppressed the shock in her heart and wiped her tears: "It's really not me."

The cousin sighed, looked at her, and said with a complicated expression: "Well, things have come to this, you should live a good life in the future. Don't be too sad, Fang Biao will still need your care in the future, he just fell and got confused."

Something flashed in Zhang Mingfang's eyes, and she bowed her head and nodded honestly.

Fang Biao was still yelling behind her, but her cousin ignored him and turned away.

Fang Biao was cursing and wanted to throw something, but he had nothing to throw.

Zhang Mingfang ignored him until Fang Biao got tired of cursing and lay on the bed gasping for breath. Then she looked at him and said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you in the future."

Fang Biao met Zhang Mingfang's eyes. For some reason, he was a little scared...

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Not long after, Zhang Mingfang completed the discharge procedures for Fang Biao.

She brought Fang Biao back home and placed him in the smallest room in the house.

This room was originally used to store miscellaneous items and had only a small window.

Zhang Mingfang did not clean up the miscellaneous items inside, and directly made a wooden bed and put Fang Biao on it. From then on, this was Fang Biao's room.

At first, Fang Biao would curse whenever he had free time, and the curses he said could be as unpleasant as possible, but Zhang Mingfang ignored him and would prepare some leftovers for Fang Biao every day if she remembered.

Fang Biao was furious when he saw the food. He reached out and swept the food to the ground. In an instant, the bowls broke into pieces on the ground, and the ground was full of dirty soup.

Zhang Mingfang looked at Fang Biao, said nothing, and silently cleaned the ground.

"I want to drink, I want to eat barbecue." Fang Biao shouted at the top of his voice.

However, after Zhang Mingfang finished cleaning up, she ignored him and closed the door and left.

At first, Fang Biao thought that Zhang Mingfang went to buy him beer and barbecue. However, the other party did not push the door in for a long time. Fang Biao finally realized that something was wrong and shouted at Zhang Mingfang at the top of his voice.

In the end, no one paid attention to him. He asked Zhang Mingfang to help him go to the toilet, but no one paid attention.

In this way, Fang Biao lay alone in the room for a whole day without eating a single bite. In the end, he didn't even have the strength to shout.

The bed under him exuded an indescribable stench. Fang Biao stared at a certain place in the room with his eyes wide open. At this moment, he finally realized that he was no longer the man who could deal with Zhang Mingfang with just a move of his hands.

Not to mention dealing with Zhang Mingfang, he couldn't even turn over now.

Fang Biao finally became honest. Zhang Mingfang brought him a meal a day, and he ate it obediently.

He accidentally pulled on the bed, and Zhang Mingfang was in a bad mood and slapped him, but Fang Biao didn't dare to scold him.

Because he knew that if he scolded, and Zhang Mingfang ignored him all day, it meant that he couldn't eat anything all day, and could only lie on the stinky bed, waiting for the day to end.

That day, Zhang Mingfang casually placed a bowl of food for Fang Biao as usual. Fang Biao immediately held the bowl and started to eat voraciously.

At this time, he no longer cared whether the food tasted good or not, and dignity became something that could be ignored.

He finished eating voraciously, and Zhang Mingfang came in to clean up. She frowned at the dirty bed made by Fang Biao and slapped him in the face: "I told you to be careful when eating. You made a mess everywhere. Isn't it disgusting!"

Fang Biao shrank his neck and dared not speak.

He had lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were no longer as fierce as before. He looked much older, with messy hair sticking to his face, and his body exuded an indescribable smell.

Zhang Mingfang was willing to change his bed sheets because she thought the smell was too strong and made the house stink. As for giving him a bath, she had no patience at all.

Zhang Mingfang pinched her nose and changed the bed sheets while cursing, asking if she should give Fang Biao a hand.

Fang Tingxu's voice came from outside: "Mom, I've finished my homework, come over and check it!"

It wasn't long before Fang Tingxu's voice became much more lively.

Zhang Mingfang's originally impatient expression immediately changed, and she said loudly and tenderly: "Okay, Tingxu will watch TV first, and Mom will come out soon."

"Okay!" Fang Tingxu responded obediently.

Zhang Mingfang hurried out to check Fang Tingxu's work, and she changed the bed sheet much faster. Fang Biao suddenly said, "I want to see Tingxu."

"You still have the nerve to mention Tingxu!" Zhang Mingfang's expression changed immediately, and she pinched Fang Biao hard: "Tingxu will never come to see you, never."

Fang Biao screamed, but Zhang Mingfang quickly stuffed the bed sheet into his mouth, and his screams were instantly blocked. There was a smelly bed sheet in his mouth, and his lower body was numb. Fang Biao's eyes widened and tears flowed from his eyes. Zhang Mingfang sneered

, and did not change the bed sheet for him. She closed the door and turned away.

She turned off the light in the room before leaving. The small window did not let in much light. Unknowingly, this dim room became a nightmare.

Mingming used to drag Zhang Mingfang in and close the door every time he was annoyed by her screams after beating her.

In order to prevent her from running out, he would lock the door and let Zhang Mingfang, who was covered in wounds, die inside.

Once, Zhang Mingfang had a high fever and her wounds became infected. She almost died. Fang Biao only vaguely remembered this incident. He forgot how Zhang Mingfang survived.

Anyway, Zhang Mingfang still cleaned up the room for him and cooked on time every day.

To him, Zhang Mingfang was something he could vent his anger at any time and anywhere. No matter why he was in a bad mood, he could just beat her up.

But since he was paralyzed in bed, Fang Biao went from swearing at first to not daring to speak loudly to Zhang Mingfang later, and even looked forward to Zhang Mingfang coming over every day.

Although she would slap him a few times, at least he could see the sun and the room was not so dim.

It was the second day when Zhang Mingfang stepped into the room again. Fang Biao was no longer so sensitive to the changes in time. He didn't know how much time had passed, nor did he know what time it was. He

only knew that Zhang Mingfang brought him his daily meals. Fang

Biao finished his meal as usual. He looked at Zhang Mingfang who was tidying up the sheets, and suddenly said, "Let's get a divorce."

Zhang Mingfang paused and looked at Fang Biao. Fang Biao thought she would agree without hesitation, after all, this was what she had always longed for.

He really had enough of this kind of life, and he should just get a divorce. Fang Biao thought so, just like Zhang Mingfang did before.

However, Zhang Mingfang just glanced at him, smiled mockingly, and finally said nothing and turned away.

Why should she get a divorce? She wanted to see Fang Biao suffer a fate worse than death, and watch him eat the rice in the bowl like a dog.

How could she be willing to get a divorce now after the pain he had inflicted on her for more than ten years?

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Jiang Yiqing received the message from Zhang Mingfang, and the other party thanked him sincerely: "I originally thought that this was the end of my life, or that one day I couldn't stand it anymore and would die with Fang Biao, but I never had the courage. Thank you, Master Jiang."

Zhang Mingfang knew that if it weren't for the other party, she would not have the strength to resist Fang Biao, and now she would probably still be beaten every day.

Jiang Yiqing didn't ask much, just said: "Live a good life in the future."

Zhang Mingfang's eyes were sour: "Okay."

Jiang Yiqing put down the phone, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

Just as he put down the teacup, he felt someone approaching from behind. Jiang Yiqing curled his lips. Wen Xiuyan hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, and whispered, "Drinking tea at night?"

Jiang Yiqing leaned back, with most of his weight on Wen Xiuyan, and asked in return, "Who made this?"

Wen Xiuyan made the tea himself, and he said he drank tea at night. How did that make sense?

Wen Xiuyan chuckled, his eyes fell on Jiang Yiqing's earlobe. The other's earlobe was slightly thick, beautiful ordinary mutton-fat jade. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch it: "Well, I did it on purpose."

Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Wen Xiuyan.

Wen Xiuyan lowered his head, bit his earlobe, and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue. The rough touch made Jiang Yiqing shrink his neck and his face flushed instantly.

"You... don't... let go." Jiang Yiqing said intermittently, his face became even redder. Why did his voice become like this?

Wen Xiuyan said vaguely: "Don't let go? Okay, listen to Yiqing."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

He stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Xiuyan's waist hard. The latter's breathing became heavy in an instant, and the eyes looking at Jiang Yiqing were hot and boiling, as if they could burn him through at any time.

Jiang Yiqing's hand froze, and he cursed in his heart, is Wen Xiuyan still a human? !

He gritted his teeth and snorted softly, did he really think he was a sick cat.

Jiang Yiqing's hand went down, Wen Xiuyan froze suddenly, his eyes instantly turned red, and then Jiang Yiqing was picked up, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made him subconsciously hold Wen Xiuyan's waist tightly.

The latter kissed his forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go back to the room."

Jiang Yiqing pursed his lips and silently buried his face in Wen Xiuyan's neck.