Miss you
When Xia Tangyue woke up in the ward, it was pitch black outside the window. She spent more than ten seconds recalling what had happened before, then sat up with her hands covering her forehead. When she raised her arm, she felt a sharp pain in her left hand. Only then did she realize that she was receiving an IV drip.
"Don't move!" The nurse came over nervously and straightened the needle on the back of her hand.
Xia Tangyue didn't have the energy to care about these things. She threw back the quilt and was about to get out of bed. The nurse quickly stopped her: "Hey, hey, your wound will split if you move around like that. I just applied some medicine!"
"Where is the injured person who was with me?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
The nurse said, "Don't get excited yet. He's still in the operating room. If you want to stay with him, I can get you a stent to hold the IV."
Xia Tangyue staggered out of bed, the infusion tube wrapped around her wrist, the bottle clinking with her trembling steps. The incandescent light in the corridor turned into a dazzling spot of light in front of her eyes, and gradually turned into a blurry shadow of tears. The hot liquid burst out of her eyes, ran down her cheek and hit the collar of her hospital gown, and the salty taste seeped into her mouth.
On the lintel of the operating room, the words "In Operation" transformed into a scarlet shadow - Duanmu Yu had his arms folded across his chest, his back leaning against the wall; Zhuang Chen sat in a chair with his head down, his face pale and his expression dazed, and upon closer inspection, his arms were even trembling slightly.
Zhu Shang paced back and forth in front of the door, the sound of his leather shoes was particularly harsh in the quiet corridor. He noticed Xia Tangyue before the other two and hurried towards her.
"You..." He looked at Xia Tangyue, whose hands and feet were wrapped in bandages, at a loss as to what to do. He could only hold her arms and carefully carry her: "Don't cry, don't cry, sister, your brother will be fine."
Xia Tangyue's throat tightened, tears blurred her vision, and she vaguely saw Zhu Shang's blurry figure swaying in front of her. She wanted to ask about the situation in the operating room, but she could only make broken sobs.
"Don't cry." Duanmu Yu took the bracket from Xia Tangyue's hand and asked her to sit down.
Xia Tangyue wiped away her tears with the back of her hand: "How is my brother?"
She sobbed and asked incoherently. Duanmu Yu and Zhu Shang looked at each other, and both opened their mouths at the same time, but no sound came out, and they paused as if they were about to say something.
Zhuang Chen's eyes were red, and his shaking fingers tightly grasped the metal armrest of the bench in the corridor. He looked up at the ceiling, blinked violently to force back the tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "The critical illness notice has just been issued..."
Xia Tangyue's heart trembled and he almost fainted. The color of his lips instantly faded to blue-gray and tears rolled down uncontrollably, hitting the back of his bandaged hand.
Zhu Shang quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then comforted her: "Don't worry, sister. The best doctors in Beijing are all here."
His voice was deliberately brisk, but he couldn't hide the trembling at the end of the tone. His eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look at Xia Tangyue: "Wen Zheng is very lucky. Last time he participated in a motorcycle cross-country race, he and his motorcycle fell into a ditch, but he was fine."
Duanmu Yu patted Zhu Shang's shoulder and gestured for silence. Then he sat down next to Xia Tangyue and said softly, "Don't cry, Tangyue. You need to recover from your injuries now."
Xia Tangyue's body was still shaking violently and uncontrollably, tears pouring out like a flood, soaking a large area of her clothes. She stared at the door of the operating room, as if it was her only lifeline, and kept muttering to herself: "Brother... my brother will be fine, my brother will be fine..." Duanmu Yu's voice was like fine sand drifting in the wind, and could not reach her ears no matter what.
"Yes, it'll be okay." Duanmu Yu followed her words and waited patiently for her emotions to calm down a little before speaking.
"Do you remember what happened?"
His words helped Xia Tangyue to break free from her sadness and regain some sanity. She held back her sobs and briefly recounted the whole story.
Duanmu Yu frowned.
"This is troublesome. The police were here just now and the truck driver who hit you is dead."
Xia Tangyue recalled the moment the truck lost control and crashed into the rock wall, with flames shooting into the sky.
"This is obviously a revenge killing." Zhu Shang said, turning to look at Zhuang Chen: "Has your brother ever offended anyone before?"
Zhuang Chen covered his face with his hands and shook his head. Zhu Shang looked at Xia Tangyue again: "Sister, who have you offended?"
Xia Tangyue also shook his head.
It was bound to happen that she would offend people more or less, but she really couldn't think of anyone who would be crazy enough to hire someone to kill someone.
Or maybe the other party was targeting Wen Zheng, but she happened to be in his car, so she was implicated.
Just as he was thinking, several men in police uniforms hurried over here. After scanning the crowd, they said to Xia Tangyue, "Miss Xia, right? We are from the Public Security Bureau. We need to ask you about some information related to the car accident."
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Xia Tangyue faithfully recalled every detail in his memory, how the truck had veered off the lane without warning and rushed towards them, and how it had forced them into a dead end.
The police officer paused as he was writing rapidly, then looked up and exchanged glances with his companion.
One of the older officers pulled out a photo from his briefcase and handed it to her. The picture showed a close-up of the truck wreckage. "According to preliminary investigation, this car accident was not an accident. Miss Xia, have you or Mr. Wen had any conflict with anyone recently?"
Xia Tangyue shook his head.
"Okay." The police officer put away the documents and said, "We will continue to follow up on the investigation. If you think of any suspicious clues, please feel free to contact us."
He took out a business card from his pocket and placed it in Xia Tangyue's palm: "You should take good care of your injuries first and don't worry too much." After that, he nodded to his colleague, turned around and left the corridor.
The night outside the window was gradually eaten away by the dawn light, and the pale blue skylight seeped into the corridor, making the red light of "In Surgery" even more scarlet. Xia Tangyue fell asleep without knowing when, with tears still condensed on his eyelashes, and his pale cheeks pressed against the cold back of the chair. Zhuang Chen sat slumped in the corner, the screen of his mobile phone turned on and off, and the time pointed to six o'clock in the morning.
Suddenly, the door of the operating room made a harsh sliding sound, and the doctor in surgical gown took off his mask, with beads of sweat dripping down the edge of his goggles.
Zhu Shang stood up suddenly, knocking over the chair next to him: "Doctor! How is he?"
The doctor's eyes swept through the crowd and finally landed on Xia Tangyue: "You are all the patient's family members, right? His condition is temporarily stable now, but we still need to continue to observe him. It is impossible to predict when he will wake up."
Xia Tangyue felt like there was a ball of blood-soaked cotton stuck in her throat. She wanted to say "thank you" but only a broken breath came out. She clutched the hem of the doctor's white coat, not noticing that the wound under the bandage was bleeding again: "Can I go see him? Please..."
The door of the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor slowly slid open, and the smell of disinfectant and the hum of instruments hit me. Wen Zheng was lying on the bed in the middle of the hospital, his entire face covered by a breathing mask and various tubes. Under his pale, almost transparent skin, purple bruises were winding like spider webs.
Xia Tangyue stumbled to the bedside, choking and covering her lips, not daring to make any sound for fear of disturbing him. The gentle and strong brother Xiong, at this moment, seemed to have lost all his vitality, lying silently on the hospital bed.
Seeing this, Zhuang Chen also shed tears silently, and the two of them left the ward with heavy steps.
Xia Tangyue held onto the wall, her legs barely supporting her body. Zhuang Chen reached out to support her, and just in time they saw a man with a sad face walking towards them.
She looked closely and found that the person was Ahua, the museum's collection keeper.
He stood in front of the glass window of the intensive care unit and looked inside.
Xia Tangyue was puzzled, turned towards him and asked, "Do you know anyone inside?"
Ah Hua looked sad, but he didn't seem to be faking it, so he nodded: "Actually, Brother Zheng specially arranged for me to work by your side."
Xia Tangyue was shocked: "What did you say?"
Ah Hua looked at Wen Zheng's condition sadly, then turned to her and said, "Brother Zheng is worried that you can't handle the investment, so he specially arranged for me to be by your side. On the surface, I'm a custodian, but in fact..."
His voice trailed off.
"Brother Zheng told me privately to keep an eye on your movements, fearing that you were being schemed against by that Gu."
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