As soon as I finished speaking, Fu Yanshen lifted his eyelids and stared at me with his dark eyes.
I stopped in my tracks, narrowed my eyes slightly, and fixed my sharp gaze into his eyes like a nail.
"That person stomped on and crushed Mu Ye's hands, trying to ruin his future and make him wish he were dead! It was clearly a deliberate act of revenge!"
Thinking about how Muye's hands were ruined, my tone became increasingly indignant, and I clenched my fists tightly.
Fu Yanshen's face grew increasingly grim, his chest heaved, and his eyes seemed to be filled with anger.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he parted his thin lips slightly: "Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you think I instructed Fu Ren to injure that kid?"
The man's tone was cold, as if it conveyed intense anger and dissatisfaction.
“Muye wouldn’t lie to me, he’s never met Fu Ren before!” I retorted in a deep voice.
His face darkened further, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his dark eyes staring at me, and his chest heaving even more violently.
I glared back at him.
The atmosphere in the ward grew increasingly tense.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanshen snorted coldly, "If I really wanted to do something to that kid, I would have someone kill him directly."
"So as not to cause me any trouble."
Finally, he added in a low voice.
Kill Makino? He wouldn't dare!
I glared at him.
I also understand that he is denying to me that he did not order Fu Ren to hit Mu Ye.
It wasn't his order, but it's related to that Fu Ren, and it must have started because of me. Mu Ye has no grudge against him!
Just as I was about to speak, I heard Fu Yanshen's voice—
"Summon Fu Ren to see me at Xu's Hospital."
He was on the phone in his hospital bed, his tone authoritative without being angry.
About half an hour later, Fu Ren rushed over.
The last time I saw him was at a private restaurant. He left with resentment towards Fu Yanshen.
He still clearly respects Fu Yanshen.
However, he remained as dissatisfied with me as ever, even hostile towards me.
In the outer room of the ward, Fu Yanshen sat on a single sofa, wearing a dark blue silk pajama set and a black suit jacket draped over his shoulders.
Fu Ren sat in the three-seater sofa.
I stood to the side with my arms crossed, watching them.
Fu Yanshen tossed a cigarette to Fu Ren, who caught it but didn't smoke it, instead tucking it behind his ear.
He had a black hearing aid in his ear.
Fu Ren then used sign language to communicate with Fu Yanshen.
"It's just an occasional twitch, nothing serious," Fu Yanshen replied casually.
Fu Ren must have been concerned about why he was still smoking, right? There was still a faint smell of smoke in the ward.
It's also clear that Fu Yanshen didn't directly question Fu Ren; was he trying to protect him?
Previously, Fu Ren, instigated by Shi Xia, tampered with my brakes. Fu Yanshen didn't protect him and cut off one of his little fingers as a warning. Now, it's Mu Ye who has been injured by him...
Moreover, Mu Ye was a thorn in Fu Yanshen's side.
I suppressed the urge to question Fu Ren.
"Ah Ren, Mu Ye, an artist under Qiao Qiao, was injured by a group of people, all of whom were wearing hoods," Fu Yanshen said slowly, asking Fu Ren.
I also noticed that he didn't communicate with Fu Ren using sign language this time.
Fu Ren glanced at me with an arrogant look in his eyes, then turned to look at Fu Yanshen and began to sign.
Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes, staring at Fu Ren, and then slowly shook his head, "I'm not asking you to go and arrest people."
"It's the one who's in charge. It seems he's trying to frame you. Apparently, he's mute, and like you, he's missing a little finger," he added casually.
Hearing this, I frowned and stepped forward. "Fu Yanshen, what do you mean by framing him? Are you trying to protect him? Or did you instigate this?!"
I questioned him from my superior position.
Fu Ren suddenly stood up, glaring at me fiercely, his fists clenched, his face arrogant and vicious, as if he wanted to tear me apart.
"Fu Ren!" Fu Yan shouted in a deep voice, his tone filled with anger.
Fu Ren's forehead veins bulged as he glared at me. He looked at Fu Yanshen, appearing very agitated, gesturing wildly with his hands and occasionally pointing at me.
Judging from his expression, he must be saying bad things about me to Fu Yanshen.
Fu Yanshen frowned. "Aren, that kid is just Qiao Qiao's most profitable artist, not what you think!"
He spoke to Fu Ren in a solemn tone.
Fu Ren looked at me and snorted coldly.
"Fu Ren, show her some respect!" Fu Yanshen stood up and shouted coldly.
Fu Ren looked indignant and quickly gestured in sign language at him before striding out of the ward.
Only Fu Yanshen and I remained in the ward.
He sat down again, crossed his legs, tilted his chin up, and glanced at me indifferently. "Ah Ren has always been a man of his word. He said he didn't hit that kid."
"To clear his name, he will expose those people."
"If you insist that he and I conspired to deceive you..." Fu Yanshen paused mid-sentence.
He pressed the veins on his forehead. "I'm fucking helpless."
She was gritting her teeth, looking very angry with me.
Judging from his tone and Fu Ren's behavior just now and in the past, I also believe that they are both responsible for their actions and are not malicious people.
They only know how to be openly evil!
However, was the person who led the attack on Muye trying to frame Fu Ren, or was it just a coincidence?
Since Fu Ren has gone to find the murderer, it's not too late to ask him about it after he finds him. Right now, the most urgent task is to save Mu Ye's hands.
His hand needs to be repaired by a top surgeon; only if the surgery is successful will there be a chance of recovery.
The hospital he's currently in doesn't have any doctors who can perform this surgery.
"Go wash up and eat."
Fu Yanshen's voice brought me back to my senses; he was looking at me expressionlessly.
"I'm not hungry."
I said casually, wearily sitting down on the sofa, picking up my phone and scrolling through my contacts.
"Luo Luo, Xiao Ye's hand is injured. The nerves in two fingers are severed. Can you ask Uncle Song if he knows any surgical experts? Xiao Ye needs surgery urgently, it can't be delayed."
It wasn't even 7 a.m. yet, so Luo Luo was probably still asleep. She's used to staying up late to draw sketches, so I sent her a WeChat voice message.
Ji Yan is probably still enjoying his newfound pleasure right now.
"Ji Yan, do you know any surgical experts? Preferably top-tier ones." I sent Ji Yan another voice message.
A faint aroma of rice porridge caught my attention. On the coffee table in front of me, rice porridge and steamed buns had appeared at some point.
Fu Yanshen, sitting across from me, was looking at me intently. "Let's eat first."
I ignored him and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.
When he came out, there was a tall and straight white figure in the ward.
He was a male doctor wearing a white coat.
"Why did you call me here so early in the morning? What happened?" The man's voice was gentle as he sat down on the sofa.
"You still smoke?" The doctor, noticing the cigarette smoke in the room, raised his voice, his tone displeased. "Fu Yanshen, are you upset about your heart—"
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