Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Do you dare to think? A child with a heart attack...
Qin Du supported himself on the bed with both hands, his dark eyes moving back and forth around Liu Jingheng's face under a slightly frowned brow.
"What's wrong with you?" His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng sighed and shook her head.
He couldn't explain what was wrong with him. He felt that his body and consciousness were completely inconsistent, like a wandering soul floating in the air, watching other people's stories.
"Are you a family member of the patient?" the doctor asked.
Qin Du nodded, and the doctor said, "Come with me, I'll tell you this way."
After the two of them left the ward, the doctor looked up at Qin Du and said:
"I spoke with the person who brought him here, and they said he hadn't had a single drop of water all day helping deliver the tiger, so food poisoning wasn't a possibility. His condition wasn't a traditional heart attack, and they also said someone saw him taking fast-acting heart medication. I suspect it's the medication, and we've sent all the medication in his bag for testing."
"Medicine?" Qin Du frowned, with frost in his eyes.
The doctor nodded. "The results will be out in about an hour. The patient is fine, but there may be some adverse reactions."
Qin Du asked again: "I think he doesn't even remember me. Has he lost his memory?"
"A brain CT scan showed no factors causing the amnesia. We can't make a specific diagnosis right now. We have to wait for the results of the drug tests."
Qin Du breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your help."
Back in the ward, Liu Jingheng sat on the bed, rubbing her head in pain, her face looking like the ash in an incense burner.
Qin Du stood for a long time, calmed down, and sat down beside him.
He took Liu Jingheng's hand and placed it in his palm, rubbing it gently. His voice was rare and gentle:
"Do you still remember me?"
Liu Jingheng thought for a long time and nodded. She had pieced together the tattered man before her through the fragmented information.
Qin Du sighed softly, raised his head and gazed deeply into Liu Jingheng's face:
"The doctor said you haven't eaten for a day. Are you hungry?"
Liu Jingheng nodded.
"I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."
"Fried pig..."
"I saw a convenience store downstairs when I came here. I bought you some corn to eat."
"OK……"
Liu Jingheng, who was chewing corn, looked hopeless. Fortunately, Qin Du bought him unsalted chicken breast and freshly squeezed juice, so his life was not so difficult.
As I was chewing on it, it suddenly stopped working like a computer.
Qin Du had to urge him from behind: "Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."
Liu Jingheng slowly picked up the chicken breast and chewed it.
The doctor suddenly came in: "Mr. Qin."
Qin Du stood up and tucked the quilt in for Liu Jingheng: "I'll wait here."
In the corridor, the doctor frowned and handed the drug test report to Qin Du:
"Mr. Qin, has the patient been taking this medicine all the time?"
Qin Du looked at the name of the medicine carefully and nodded.
"This is not a quick fix for heart disease."
The doctor's simple words struck Qin Du's heart like thunder, causing him to widen his eyes uncontrollably.
"The drug test report indicated that the highest concentration of the drug was salbutamol. Originally used as an asthma medication, it was later added to drugs and stimulants by some unscrupulous individuals, creating a hallucinogenic drug. Long-term use of this drug can lead to memory loss and cognitive impairment, and it is also extremely irritating to the heart. Even ordinary people would feel uncomfortable taking it. Fortunately, the patient mistook it for a quick-acting heart disease medication and pressed it under his tongue instead of swallowing it completely. This habit saved his life."
Qin Du clutched the report tightly. Why would Liu Jingheng eat this kind of thing, and how long had he been eating it?
The doctor continued, "This medicine is commonly found in bars and nightclubs, some of the more chaotic places. It's the so-called 'obedient potion.'"
"Mr. Qin, we suggest you call the police first and find out the source of the drugs."
Qin Du returned to the ward and saw Liu Jingheng chewing on the corn for a long time before a small piece was gone.
He didn't want to play Tai Chi with Liu Jingheng anymore, so he held up the medicine box and asked:
"Tell me, how long have you been taking this medicine?"
Liu Jingheng thought for a moment and said, "I've been eating it, but it tastes weird today. It's very sweet."
Qin Du brought the medicine box closer: "Did you eat it like this before?"
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then her brows suddenly relaxed:
"No, the ones I used to eat had a stripe in the middle to make it easier to break apart. This one... doesn't have one."
Qin Du slowly closed his eyes, and a certain scene flashed through his mind again and again.
Veins appeared on the back of his clenched hands.
After a long time, Qin Du opened his eyes, his voice still soft:
"It's getting late and you should go to bed. Eat and then go to bed."
Liu Jingheng held the corn in her arms and managed to utter, "Where are you going?"
"I……"
Before he could finish his words, Liu Jingheng interrupted him: "You can't stay here, I'm a little... scared."
As a frequent visitor to the hospital, he had long been accustomed to this environment, but for some reason, as the heart surgery drew closer, his fear of the hospital gradually deepened.
Qin Du took the corn cob that Liu Jingheng had finally finished chewing from his hand, wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, and said with a smile:
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just sleeping over there."
He pointed to the sofa beside him with the corn cob.
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment, then got into bed obediently: "You can't leave."
Qin Du dimmed the lights: "No, the one lying is the puppy."
…
Liu Jingheng's rhythmic breathing could be heard. Qin Xiaogou Du took on his coat, thought for a moment, and put it back next to Liu Jingheng. Then he walked out of the hospital in the moonlight.
The sky was slightly bright, with a thin layer of milky white mist.
When everyone was still asleep, the door of the Qin family was suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure stepped on the floor tiles, making a clanging sound.
Qin Chuyao, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly pulled out of bed, causing his heart rate to soar to 280.
Before he could see clearly, he was punched hard in the face and vomited blood with a "wow".
The next second, someone grabbed the collar of his pajamas tightly, suffocating him for a moment.
"Qin Chuyao." The low voice was filled with a cold and irritable feeling. "You can still sleep."
Qin Chuyao then saw clearly that the person in front of him was his uncle, but he did not feel puzzled by the sudden beating. He was just uneasy that the end came too early.
Qin Du grabbed his collar tightly and pushed him against the wall: "Where did you get the medicine?"
Qin Chuyao's head was buzzing, but he was still pretending:
"What medicine, uncle, what are you talking about?"
"I want to ask you where you got the medicine for Liu Jingheng!"
The low and cold roar frightened Qin Chuyao silly, and he stood there motionless like a quail.
It is generally acknowledged that Qin Du has a bad temper, but most of the time he just sneers and mocks. No one has ever seen him so angry since he was a child.
Seeing that Qin Chuyao didn't say anything, Qin Du didn't have the patience to wait for him like he waited for Liu Jingheng.
Qin Du grabbed Qin Chuyao's hair and pushed him to the ground by his head. He grabbed the small table lamp on the cabinet with his big hand and swung it hard at Qin Chuyao's head.
With a crackling sound, the desk lamp shattered into pieces.
Immediately, Qin Chuyao's painful groan was shattered on the ground.
Qin Du squatted in front of his face, pulled his hair to force him to look up, and said in a cold and chilling voice:
"explain."
"Uncle, why are you doing this to me? What kind of medicine is that?..."
With a snap, five red fingerprints instantly appeared on Qin Chuyao's face. His ears also began to buzz.
"I'm asking you a question." Qin Du never explained to him. He just wanted to get an answer from Qin Chuyao.
Qin Chuyao didn't say anything, and didn't dare to say anything. Qin Du nodded and smiled.
He stood up and picked up a baseball bat from the corner. The tip of the bat scraped across the ground, making a cold, scratching sound.
Qin Chuyao held a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide open in horror, and his body kept shrinking into the corner.
The moment the baseball bat was raised high, Mr. Qin and Uncle Li rushed in.
One person stopped Qin Du, and the other protected Qin Chuyao.
"Qin Du, are you crazy?! This is your nephew, why did you hit him!" Old Master Qin was so angry that his blood pressure rose.
"Nephew." Qin Du sneered, "Ask him if he treats me as a family member."
"No matter how much he disrespects you, you should just teach him a lesson. Look how you beat him! Do you want to beat him to death?!" the old man said angrily.
Qin Du tilted his head slightly, looked at Qin Chuyao who was shivering on the ground, and said coldly:
"Yes, luckily you arrived in time."
Uncle Li was also scared and trembled: "Boss Qin, why bother to fight if you have something to say?"
Qin Du had no intention of putting down the bat. He raised it and pointed at Qin Chuyao, who was bleeding profusely.
"Come on, tell me, tell your grandfather what medicine you gave Liu Jingheng."
Uncle Li searched for a long time and was horrified:
"So Jingjing took the medicine that caused her to fall into a coma and be sent to the hospital?"
Qin Du was quite nice to Uncle Li:
"The fast-acting heart disease medication Liu Jingheng usually takes was replaced with a hallucinogen. If she hadn't been rushed to the hospital promptly... can you imagine? A child suffering a heart attack wouldn't have received a life-saving medication, but a hallucinogen that is extremely irritating to the heart and can damage the central nervous system."
The old man frowned and looked at Qin Chuyao instantly.
Qin Chuyao opened his mouth, as if he was going to tell the truth, but when he saw that the old man was backing him up, and thought of the grievances he had suffered at home over the past six months, he changed his words:
"I don't know what medicine Liu Jingheng took. How can you say I gave it to her?"
"That's right." The old man agreed, "Although Chu Yao is not well-behaved, he is not bad. You wrongly accused him and beat him up like this without finding out the truth. How can you be his uncle?"
Qin Du stared coldly at the grandfather and grandson, dropped his bat, and slumped heavily onto the sofa with his tall body.
He tilted his head back and slowly closed his eyes.
No one dared to breathe, and they all looked straight at Qin Du.
A century passed, Qin Du opened his eyes, took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it at Qin Chuyao's feet.
Although the voice was a little slower, it still carried a chilling chill:
"I was worried about Liu Jingheng, so I installed surveillance cameras in his room."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Chuyao's whole body suddenly tensed up, almost to the point of breaking.
He knew that Qin Du attached great importance to personal privacy, so the Qin family only had surveillance cameras in public areas. However, he did not expect that Liu Jingheng had become so powerful that she could expose Qin Du's true colors.
"Qin Chuyao, the password of your mobile phone is 122521. I'm sorry to have to let you admire your glorious image from the small screen." Qin Du sneered.
Qin Chuyao didn't move, his eyes fixed on the phone.
Uncle Li couldn't bear to listen any longer: "Young Master, just admit your mistake. Mr. Qin is not a stingy person. Let's talk about this matter."
He had no right to interrupt, but seeing that Mr. Qin's face was pale, he guessed that his blood pressure was high again.
"Why?" Qin Chuyao smiled, his eyes moist and red.
"Liu Jingheng has been in our house for seven months, and all of you have been making fun of me, looking down on me, and bullying me just for him. Li Dahai, don't think I don't know how you've been laughing at me behind my back!"
Uncle Li lowered his head in embarrassment.
Qin Chuyao gritted his teeth, the veins in his cheeks throbbing:
"Forget all that. I'm magnanimous and won't argue with him. But anyone with a discerning eye can see how much I like Cheng Yunqing, and Liu Jingheng is still reckless enough to provoke him. Well, Cheng Yunqing has completely confused him now. He even went to the police station for such a person. The next step is to ruin his own future!"
He became more and more excited, and finally turned into a roar:
"Why should I be kind to Liu Jingheng? Does he deserve it?!"
Hearing this, the old man felt sorry for his grandson and couldn't help but tear up.
Uncle Li was also reflecting on himself, wondering if he had been too arrogant.
Only Qin Du, with his chin held high, looked at Qin Chuyao with dark and cold eyes.
After a long moment, he snorted lightly, arrogantly and domineeringly.
He looked at the ceiling, as if he was confused and seeking answers from others:
"I can no longer understand Liu Jingheng's parents. They went through so much trouble to bring him into this world just to make him suffer."
Then, Qin Du looked at Qin Chuyao:
"Whether I'm here or not, you laugh at him, ridicule him, and insult him. You always say he's not good at this or that, and you belittle him to the point of being worthless. Now you're giving him medicine of unknown origin. He might even lose his life because of it."
"But, has Liu Jingheng ever said anything bad about you?"
Qin Chuyao was stunned.
Uncle Li was also enlightened by this sentence and cursed inwardly, "Fuck Qin Chuyao, you beast."
Qin Du didn't seem to want to continue talking nonsense with him, so he stood up and said the last sentence:
"Cheng Yunqing likes him, that's Cheng Yunqing's business. You are handsome, rich and have good grades, but you just can't get Cheng Yunqing. This is called incompetence. You should reflect on yourself more when you have time."
Qin Chuyao's eyes suddenly widened, and red ferns appeared densely in the whites of his eyeballs.
"Call the police! Arrest me and put me in jail!" He tried to break free from the old man's hand and fight Qin Du.
Qin Du didn't even bother to look back at him, and sneered:
"It would be too easy for you to just sit there for two days comfortably."
I have plenty of ways to kill you.
Amid Qin Chuyao's roar, Qin Du strode down the stairs.
His steps suddenly stopped and he met Penny's worried face.
A little dog, frowning like a human, sat obediently at the bottom of the stairs. It only raised its butt and wagged its tail when it saw Qin Du.
The timid Fangkuai and Nuomi had already fled and disappeared because of the loud noise coming from upstairs.
Qin Du's tense expression relaxed a little. He squatted down and gently picked up the puppy. After a long time, he gave a light kiss on its wet black nose.
"Don't worry, your master is fine."
Penny woofed, her tail wagging faster.
*
Liu Jingheng slept for a long time, from four in the morning to nine in the evening. When she woke up, it was pitch black all around her. It was as if she had suddenly been abandoned by the whole world, and a feeling of fear suddenly came over her.
In the darkness, he called out anxiously, "Boss Qin."
In the corner, Qin Du's voice came: "I'm here, are you awake?"
Liu Jingheng nodded.
"Should I turn on the light for you?"
"OK……"
Qin Du turned on the small lamp beside the bed. It was not glaring, and the orange light looked very warm.
Qin Du brought abalone porridge and a fresh coconut to Liu Jingheng, and inserted a straw for him to drink coconut milk.
Liu Jingheng took a sip of porridge and made an important speech:
"I won't buy from this store anymore. The food is terrible."
Qin Du smiled and said, "I'll buy this one. I have a coupon for this one."
Liu Jingheng glanced at him.
Actually, Qin Du didn't buy the porridge, he made it himself. He wasn't very good at cooking and didn't like it, but maybe he was a little nervous, and the cook at home didn't look like a good person, so he just made it himself. Better to have it taste bad than to have it cause trouble.
He also thought that he would learn how to make desserts from the chef now, and when Liu Jingheng's surgery was over and she felt better, his dessert-making skills would be almost perfect.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Liu Jingheng suddenly interrupted Qin Du's thoughts.
Qin Du opened his five fingers and took a look. Perhaps he had used too much force. Qin Chuyao had too many bones on his face, so several of his knuckles were red, and one of them even had a blood scab.
Qin Du put his hands in his trouser pockets: "It's okay, I got a little hurt when I hit the trash can."
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Why do you want to open the trash can?"
Qin Du replied calmly, "It's dirty and an eyesore. I was so angry that I hit him."
Liu Jingheng: “……?”
"Does your hand hurt?"
"No...it hurts a little, and I didn't have time to treat the wound."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jingheng sighed softly, took out a few band-aids from the bedside cabinet, pinched Qin Du's index finger and pulled his hand over.
Qin Du held his cheek with one hand, crossed his legs elegantly, and suddenly tapped his toes lightly.
He looked at Liu Jingheng's clumsy appearance, tearing the package into pieces, then blew on his wound and carefully put the Band-Aid on it, one for each finger.
Qin Du raised his hand to admire Liu Jingheng's masterpiece, sighing:
"It's so well pasted. How could there be someone as clever and skillful as you in the world?"
It wasn't meant to be sincere, but it was genuinely sarcastic. Why would someone stick the adhesive side of a Band-Aid on a wound? How would they remove it in two days?
Liu Jingheng hugged the coconut and drank the juice, then said:
"You're welcome. Come to me next time you get hurt."
Qin Du lowered his head and chuckled: "Okay~"
He watched Liu Jingheng drink the coconut juice quietly. When he finished, he took out the opener and tried to eat the pulp inside.
Qin Du took the coconut, picked up a fruit knife from the fruit bowl, and with one cut, he cut the coconut in half, which could only be opened with a professional knife.
He handed the coconut to Liu Jingheng and suddenly asked:
"Do you like New York?"
Liu Jingheng scraped the coconut flesh with a spoon, took a bite, and swallowed it: "You've asked this question many times."
"Really? You've infected me and I've also got a bad memory."
Liu Jingheng bypassed this question and replied, "I like it. I haven't had a video call with Shirley in the past few days, and I miss her a little."
Qin Du was silent for a moment and said:
"Then how about we leave for New York and live there soon?"
Liu Jingheng was puzzled: "Aren't we going there next spring?"
Qin Du said, "The surgery is another matter. If you like, you can come and live there. I'll take care of your visa issue."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment: "Let me think..."
Qin Du patiently persuaded:
"When we get there, I'll buy you a hot dog stand and an ice cream truck. I'll make it green. Didn't you say you prefer cantaloupe to strawberry?"
"Then I prefer coconut now."
"Then paint it brown and make a coconut ice cream truck." After saying this, Qin Du seemed to have heard Liu Jingheng's catchphrase "OK".
"No." Liu Jingheng's voice was calm and peaceful.
Qin Du: ...?
"When we were in Harmanton." Liu Jingheng stared at Qin Du's eyes with an expression that said, "I've read Agatha Christie's complete mystery books."
"It's Manhattan." Qin Du corrected.
"Anyway, when I was there, I was standing between a hot dog stand and an ice cream truck. I figured you had to buy me one, but you didn't buy me any. I don't believe you would buy me an ice cream truck and a hot dog stand if I really went there."
Qin Du took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows.
Who says Liu Jingheng is stupid? He is very smart.
"When I get better, I'll eat all the junk food."
"You know it's garbage."
“It’s trash, but it makes people happy.”
"Got it, trash can. Go get some sleep."
*
At this time, the Qin family mansion was under a dark cloud. Qin Chuyao was still in the hospital and had not returned. Uncle Li called the doctor and was told that he needed stitches.
The old man lay on his dragon couch, stroking his chest, his face covered with a layer of gloom.
The scene where his son raised a baseball bat and almost sent his grandson to death still makes him feel nervous.
At this moment, the nanny came in and announced that Mr. Sun Jiaming, the shareholder representative of the Rion Group, had arrived. The old man then reluctantly sat up, straightened his clothes, invited the person in, and told the nanny to close the door.
"Mr. Qin, I heard that you were ill. Are you feeling better now?" Sun Jiaming asked worriedly.
The old man nodded, blinked hard, and poured tea for Sun Jiaming:
"Alas... They say family disgrace should not be made public, but I have no choice but to discuss this with you."
Sun Jiaming is not only the old man’s most trusted shareholder representative, but also a distant cousin on his mother’s side. If he is a relative of his father, of course he has to be replaced by someone else, but his mother’s family is always trustworthy.
In short, the old man felt that since Qin Du took over the company, there seemed to be no one in the world who did not submit to him. He was now extremely powerful and arrogant, so much so that he even dared to kill his own nephew, and he had not taken him seriously for a long time.
So the old man wanted to sideline Qin Du, take back the dominant position, and nominate Qin Chuyao to take the position.
He accepted the fact that he was old-fashioned and that he still distinguished between legitimate and illegitimate children. Because Qin Du now made him feel a great threat, he couldn't sleep if he didn't take action.
After listening to this, Sun Jiaming lowered his head and said, "Director Qin, but President Qin has a high reputation among the shareholders now. I'm afraid this matter won't be so easy."
The old man looked at him grimly and said, "That's why I want you to take Chu Yao to the front line more often. We are grasshoppers on the same rope, and the lips and teeth are cold. You should understand this principle."
Sun Jiaming lowered his head even lower: "Yes, I'll find a way to deal with this matter."
*
Liu Jingheng finally underwent a detailed physical examination and was confirmed to be fine. She was finally discharged from the hospital happily.
He returned home with Qin Du and stood at the gate, looking at the villa in front of him, which was different from the previous ones in style and very modern, and fell into deep thought.
He looked at Qin Du: "I think there's something wrong with my brain."
Qin Du said to him, "You've never been in your right mind," and opened the door casually.
"We will live here from now on. It's close to the hospital, the environment is better, and it's convenient to go to my company." More importantly, Cheng Yunqing didn't know about his property, not even Qin Chuyao and the old man knew about it.
Liu Jingheng didn't think there was anything wrong, he was just worried about his children:
"Where are Penny Sticky Rice and Cubes? When will they be picked up?"
"I've asked my secretary to go over there. You'll see them soon."
"By the way." Qin Du called Liu Jingheng, "Don't tell Cheng Yunqing about the move."
"Why?"
"This place is far from his home. Don't you feel bad for him running around?"
Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
Compared to the ancient style of the Qin family mansion, this place is more simple and comfortable, and smart home appliances are integrated into every corner. There are also mobile robots. Liu Jingheng doesn't even need to get out of bed. With just a command, the robot will take the elevator up to bring him delicious food.
The room Qin Du arranged for Liu Jingheng was the largest master bedroom, with a wide view, plenty of light, and a huge balcony where he could grow some of his favorite flowers and plants. He could also take Penny for a run around the house when he had nothing to do.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be rich."
He asked Qin Du again: "How much money do you have?"
Qin Du glanced at him and said, "Not much."
Liu Jingheng: "Who is richer, you or Grandpa Qin?"
Qin Du looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "It's hard to say about this question."
Liu Jingheng couldn't tell what he meant by that, and she didn't take it to heart. She turned around and looked at the water garden downstairs.
Qin Du's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, pulled Liu Jingheng to sit on the bed, and turned on the home theater for him:
"I'm going to take a call. You watch the video here for a while. Find whatever you want to watch."
Liu Jingheng nodded and tried to find something that interested her among the screen full of movie and TV windows.
Qin Du closed the door and answered the phone at the door:
"What's wrong."
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, chattering on and on. Qin Du's originally slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed, and a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I understand. Tell me if you have anything else." Qin Du said with a smile.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Du called his secretary again and said straight to the point:
"Have you drafted the contract for acquiring TNC?"
Secretary: "Okay, don't worry."
Liu Jingheng in the room took a long time to choose and finally picked the News Broadcast, which she watched with great interest.
The female announcer's voice came from the screen:
"It's reported that TNC Electronics Co., Ltd. is currently heavily in debt, with liabilities reaching 2 billion yuan. The company's head stated..."
Liu Jingheng: It’s not good to have money, as you always have huge debts.
Debt...
Liu Jingheng suddenly remembered the original plot. In the ending, the villain Qin Du ended his life in a mess with a debt of hundreds of billions.
Liu Jingheng looked towards the door dimly.
Should I...start saving money for Qin Du now to make up for his 100 billion debt...
Thinking of this, Liu Jingheng turned off the home theater, turned off the ambient lights in the room, and sat on the bed alone in the dark.
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