Fu Chai and Boha couldn't stand to stay there any longer, so they asked the nurse to move their beds into one room. Wu Jie, who was on another floor, heard about it and started to make a fuss about coming over.
As a result, the VIP suite could only accommodate one bed, so three beds were put together to form a large bunk bed. The three wounded lay together, chatting, smoking, and playing cards. Boha had an IV in his hand.
Seeing the family of three pushing the door open, Boha hurriedly kicked Wu Jie, "Go open the window."
Wu Jie got out of bed, opened all the windows, and then looked towards Nanxi.
"Aunt, you are here?"
He then saluted Baru again, "Uncle Long."
Baru hummed, then looked at his two unruly subordinates on the bed, "You still have the energy to play cards, so it seems that everything is fine?"
"Brother, you can't just lie down all the time even if you have something to do. You'll become exhausted if you lie down." Fu Chai had already put out his cigarette and muttered to himself.
"What did I tell you? Just listen to what the doctors and nurses at the hospital say. Don't take advantage of your status and do whatever you want. Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"
They treated the hospital like a military camp, playing cards and smoking. No wonder the nurses outside who came to change the medicine were pushing and shoving and unwilling to come in. It was so fucking embarrassing.
"I understand, brother." Fu Chai responded in a muffled voice.
The nurse came in at this time, checked Boha's IV, and then changed his medicine.
Ba Chuang and Wu Jie had already secretly run to the living room, where they were "plotting" something head to head. Several adults were sitting inside.
Nanxi asked about their situation, had the flowers arranged, and put out some food. "You guys chat first, I'll be out for a while."
Baru was worried and followed him out.
"I'll go with you."
"No need. You know, Fu Chai and Boha are no match for Ling Dao. He didn't kill us because he wanted to do us a favor. The same goes for Pan Pu. Three lives, and the favor of our son eating at their house every day. No matter how you calculate it, we have to repay them, right?"
"If I hadn't taken action back then, he would have died in the fighting cage. Who owes who?"
"Okay, come on in, don't you have something to say to them? I'll be right there."
…
Unlike the luxurious VIP ward where Fu Chai and his friends were staying, Daozi was placed in an old ward in a row of almost abandoned bungalows at the back of the hospital, and there were heavy guards outside.
When Nanxi went over, Biaozi just came out. He was the one who sent the letter to Nanxi, but he didn't expect her to come. He couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.
"Sister Xi?"
Nanxi pursed her lips and smiled, "You asked someone to call me over, why do you think it's strange that I'm here?"
"I didn't expect Brother Lu to agree to let you come."
"Ling Dao did me a favor, so I had to come here."
"Daozi is a man with a miserable life. He finally had a family, but he didn't expect his life to end up like this. If I had known that his boss was Nan Suzhi, I would have persuaded him to turn back no matter what."
Biaozi's face showed pain. People always have special feelings for brothers who shared hardships in their youth. The scene of the two people fighting for a handful of rice in the cage and eating separately still makes his heart ache when he thinks about it now.
Nanxi sighed, "I will try my best to help him if I can."
"Thank you." Biaozi nodded and thanked on behalf of his good brother. He knew that Ling Dao was a cold-hearted person and would never say such words.
Nanxi nodded, then walked to the door. The guard pushed the door open and she walked in.
Even in the rainy season in Southeast Asia, the temperature is not that cold, but when you walk into this house, you feel a chill all over your body, perhaps because of the shabby furnishings inside, or perhaps because of the person lying on the bed.
Ling Dao just lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed. Due to years of high-intensity martial arts training, his body fat percentage was very low, and even his face had sharp contours. A noticeable scar between his eyebrows made his originally handsome features look even more ferocious.
He exuded a bone-chilling coldness and decadence, like a statue devoid of emotion.
Nanxi put down the flowers and lunch box in her hands. The flowers were delicate and fresh, which was very inconsistent with the overall atmosphere here, but inexplicably added a few rays of light to the surroundings.
"The flowers are beautiful." The person on the bed spoke in a hoarse voice, in a declarative tone.
"This is for you. I'll arrange for someone to change your ward later." Nanxi sat on the chair where Biaozi had just sat.
"No, I don't need it." Ling Dao then supported himself with one hand and sat up.
He was seriously injured, his whole body was wrapped in bandages, his face looked very gloomy and a bit gray, just like his temperament, gloomy, cold, and impossible to get close to.
"I sent someone to Bangladesh to look for Han Yingna and Haohao, but they've already left." Nanxi had no intention of chatting and went straight to the point.
The man on the bed frowned tightly, "Gone? Where can she go with her child in that body?"
"What happened to Han Yingna?"
Nanxi only knew that when they were on the island, Daozi would take her off the island to see a doctor from time to time, but she never asked what kind of illness it was.
"It's nothing, just a minor problem, but her body is not suitable for hard work. She is raising a child alone. I really don't know if this woman has any brains."
Even though the man was complaining about his wife, Nanxi could see that he was more lively.
"Don't worry, Han Yingna and I are quite familiar with each other. She won't let herself go anywhere without her money. She must have taken your money and left to start a new life somewhere else. After all, Haohao is her biological son. Without you, she has no one to protect her. She doesn't dare to stay in Bangladesh."
Ling Dao's sharp eyes finally regained their composure and he nodded, "Well, she really won't suffer any loss. The money I left her should be enough for her and her child to live well."
He was not angry because his wife ran away with the money and the children. Instead, he felt relieved and was glad that he left her enough money so that she would not suffer any loss.
Nanxi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. "Although Han Yingna's personality is not very pleasing, she is lucky to have met a man like you who is so affectionate and righteous."
Ling Dao shook his head and smiled after more than ten seconds. "She's fine. The money was originally meant for them and their son. I'm a grown man, and I don't spend much in a year. She likes to look pretty, and I'm happy to see her spend the money."
Nanxi didn't know much about what happened between him and Han Yingna, but she could see that Ling Dao was cold from the inside out. The only warmth he had might come from Han Yingna and Haohao.
Humans are not plants or trees. He has never seen a bit of warmth and is indifferent to everyone. But once someone gives him a little warmth, and it happens to touch his point, he will do everything he can to give out the little warmth he has, like a moth to a flame.
If it were in the past, she might not be able to understand it, but since she had her Dailong, she could empathize with this kind of person and this kind of feelings. After all, he and Balu are very similar, otherwise her husband would not always have a sense of sympathy for him.
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