Chapter 172 He Doesn't Regret It At All
Originally, he wanted to show his best face to Yu Man, but he didn't expect such a scene to happen today, letting Yu Man see him in such an embarrassing state...
How embarrassing.
Yu Man looked at him and remained silent. "You should rest first. We can talk about it after you have rested well."
She wasn't such a jerk as to let a patient who had just been in a car accident worry about her own affairs.
Yu Man looked at Branwen, who was leaning on the hospital bed with a pale face, and felt a little distressed.
She could see that Branwen hadn't had a good time in recent years, and many people wanted to pull him down from his position of power.
Now I'm lying in bed, and I have no time to rest...
Song Chen glanced at Yu Man.
It was obvious that her attitude towards Branwen had changed.
Now I feel sorry for my ex-husband...
Song Chen felt a surge of jealousy.
"Okay then..." Branwen nodded and looked at Yu Man infatuatedly. "For the convenience of contact, can you add a contact number?"
Yu Man opened the computer and added Branwen's contact information again.
Branwen looked at the familiar number, her eyes slightly red.
It's not that he doesn't know Yu Man's contact information. As long as he wants to find it, he will be able to find it. Over the years, he has wanted to call this number countless times.
But he didn't dare.
"A-Man, can we..." start over?
Branwen opened his mouth but didn't finish the sentence.
He was afraid that once he said it, Yu Man would disappear from his world again.
It’s pretty good now, at least A-lan is willing to see him.
Besides, the situation at the Orei family's house had not been resolved yet, and a lot of the mess in his family was still there. What qualifications did he have to say this to A'lan?
And A'lan also has a suitor named Guan Heng.
The family background is better, the family atmosphere is better, and that kid... is not bad looking, and is younger than me...
For the first time, Branwen knew what inferiority complex was.
It doesn’t matter, as long as I have the chance to stay with A-lan and see her a few times, that’s enough.
He no longer expected anything else.
"What?" Yu Man looked at him.
"Nothing..." Branwen shook her head.
"Wife, it's getting late. Let's go home first. Manman may be back from school soon."
Yu Man nodded, "Okay, we'll come see you tomorrow."
Song Chen glanced at Branwen before leaving.
Song Chen could figure out what he hadn't finished saying with just his toes.
Want to start over with your wife?
No way.
Merton lay unconscious in bed for two days and was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward, next to Branwen.
He opened his eyes and felt as if he was in another world.
He turned around and saw his uncle in hospital gown, still processing documents.
"Uncle?" Maiton was stunned. "I, I'm not dead?"
But the violent impact seemed to tear his soul out.
Faintly, he seemed to have entered a white space and dreamed of a scene inexplicably.
He dreamed that his uncle was poisoned, and in his attempt to get him out, he was beaten to death...
That scene was so horrifying, it was like a nightmare within a nightmare.
After he was beaten to death in his dream, his eyes flashed, and he was back to the vast white space. And the "him" who looked exactly like him, but more mature than him, slowly turned around and waved at him.
He seemed to hear a voice, that 'he' said: "Go back..."
Then, that 'he' disappeared, and the voice of his uncle seemed to ring in his ears.
He seemed to have returned to his body from the state of soul, feeling a faint warmth and intense pain.
Maiton looked at the hospital's furnishings and was in a trance for a moment. "I'm really not dead."
He thought he was going to die.
What a lucky guy.
Branwen, who was standing beside him, sensed Merton's gaze, put down the documents, and pressed the button next to the bed, "Merton, you're finally awake!"
"You fool! Do you know you almost..." Branwen stared at him and didn't say the last word.
Maiton smiled foolishly, "I'm fine, right?"
"That's because of A-lan's medicine..." Otherwise, how could we have waited for rescue?
Meidun was stunned. "Is it the medicine that Sister Man gave me?"
He could actually sense his own situation at the time, and his life must have been hanging by a thread.
He was touched and said, "From now on, Sister Man will be my real sister..."
"Matton, if you encounter danger in the future, don't risk your life again!" Branwen stared at him seriously.
Merton curled the corners of his lips, but unexpectedly the wound at the corner of his mouth was pulled, causing him to grimace in pain.
"I know! If it happens again, I might not have the courage..."
He only knew that his mind was blank at the time and his body's reaction was even faster than his brain.
Thinking about it now, I still feel scared.
But Merton has no regrets.
His uncle is the most important person to him.
He was not valued since he was a child. He spoke late and even if he could speak, he stuttered. He was bullied like a fool by others and no one stood up for him.
It was his uncle who drove away those who bullied him and called him "little mute" and "little fool".
He stood in front of him like a god, stretched out his clean hands, pulled him up like a stray dog covered with lice on the roadside, helped him tidy up his clothes, and removed the weeds on his head.
He said that he was his uncle and he would protect him in the future.
My uncle is not much older than me, but he was the one who raised me.
He was very patient and taught himself to speak, encouraging himself little by little, correcting his stuttering. Then, he taught himself to read, to play the violin...
My little uncle is like a brother and a father. There is no one better than me!
In his heart, his uncle is more important than anyone else and is his god.
Even if he had the chance again, he would probably make the same choice.
He has no regrets at all.
Branwen had a gloomy face, not knowing whether he believed it or not, but he secretly swore in his heart that he would protect Merton in the future.
Merton knew that his uncle was angry, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Uncle, is there anything wrong with my handsome face? I haven't even found a wife yet! If my face is disfigured, who would be interested in me in the future..."
Meton laughed playfully, but his injuries were severe, and his voice was hoarse and weak.
"Then you'll be single for the rest of your life. You got more than a dozen stitches on your head, and you might be left with scars."
Maiton's smile disappeared, "No?"
His handsome face...
Soon, the doctor came over after Branwen rang the bell and gave Maton a thorough examination.
"Master, Young Master Merton has recovered very well!" Better than they had imagined.
He thought it might be related to the medicine that the master of the family gave to Young Master Merton.
It’s a pity that there is only one, and even if they want to study it, they have no way to do it.
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