A man who takes good care of his wife is lucky...
The police arrived faster than expected.
At three o'clock in the morning, Cheng Sizhou was sent to the hospital. After Wen Zichuan explained the situation to the police, he met Leng Sui as soon as he got out of the car.
Several bodyguards were injured and were also receiving treatment in the hospital. Leng Sui didn't even bother to change his clothes or rest, but instead found a set of clean clothes for Wen Zichuan and brought him some food.
"Thank you." Wen Zichuan took two bites and then glanced at the door of the clinic, looking absent-minded.
"There's no point in being anxious, just take care of yourself first." Leng Sui is not a talkative person, but Teacher Wen looks too unfamiliar, totally not the confident and beautiful popular idol in front of the camera.
Wen Zichuan stuffed the leftovers into a plastic bag and said, "Don't worry, I'll personally report to President Wei about what happened tonight. I'll also cover the bodyguards' medical expenses, pensions, and absenteeism pay."
Leng Sui frowned: "Is this about money?"
Wen Zichuan was neither angry nor annoyed: "You said you followed me for the money. You helped me a lot this time, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."
Leng Sui was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded self-deprecatingly, stood up and left.
Although it was dangerous tonight, he and his brothers understood that this was a good deed and a brave act. They were all willing to do it and had no intention of taking the opportunity to blackmail or demand a favor.
He just felt that it was unnecessary and unworthy for Teacher Wen to do this for someone who was of no help to him in his career.
Wu Meng personally experienced the whole process. After returning, he rested for two hours and then rushed to the bureau to make a report.
It turned out that when the young plainclothes officer took out the cash to make the deal, he had already laid down in the car and sent a message to his superiors everywhere - the antiquities dealer was carrying controlled knives, and requested additional armed police support.
Cheng Sizhou was seriously injured, and Leng Sui made a quick decision to rescue him first, but as they fought and retreated, Cheng Sizhou and Wen Zichuan did not show up for a long time.
At this time, some people had been injured, and their attempt to delay time was seen through by Zhang Hongliang. Zhang Hongliang realized that Cheng Sizhou was not in the crowd, so he asked several people with guns to chase him north.
Leng Sui did not receive any news from Wen Zichuan, but he could vaguely guess why they did not flee directly south.
After arranging the other bodyguards to retreat to the car, he quickly circled to the north, deliberately moving between unfinished buildings to create some noise and confuse the gunman's sight.
Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou heard several gunshots, and the person shot was Leng Sui.
In the end, Zhang Hongliang and the cultural relics dealers lost track of them and were all captured by the armed police who arrived in time.
Wen Zichuan stayed in the hospital all night. When Cheng's parents arrived, he wiped his tears and hid in the bathroom alone.
Xu Jiaxuan's words "someone more important than celebrating your birthday" were still ringing in his ears. He could imagine that as long as Zhang Hongliang released any news related to himself to deceive Cheng Sizhou, he would definitely be able to trick Cheng Sizhou into taking the bait.
Wen Zichuan did nothing, but he still felt guilty because Cheng Sizhou loved him so much that someone took advantage of him and caused him to be seriously injured and dying.
Through a wall, Wen Zichuan heard Cheng Xuecheng talking to another doctor.
"I lost a lot of blood. I have multiple soft tissue contusions all over my body. My left calf bone is fractured... My forehead is the most seriously injured. My eyebrow bone is fractured. I have a slight retinal detachment and intracranial hemorrhage. The compression on my optic nerve has caused my blindness..."
Cheng Xuecheng was silent. The air around him was as heavy as the morning mist, unable to dissipate.
The doctor didn't want to see the old man so depressed, so he quickly comforted him, "Thank goodness you were brought here in time. After the operation, you will rest well and won't be left with any disabilities."
Cheng Xuecheng hesitated for a while: "His eyes..."
"Oh, once the blood clots in the brain dissipate, you can regain your sight. It will be a little inconvenient for your daily life. If it really doesn't work out, you can hire a nanny to take care of you for a while."
The doctor didn't understand what Cheng Xuecheng meant. Cheng Sizhou's eyes were gifted and his vision was not affected by light or darkness. No matter how complex or mottled the color was, he could restore it with just one look.
It would be a shame if an eye injury cost him this talent.
Wen Zichuan covered his mouth and sobbed softly, as if a rusty, blunt knife was cutting his heart again and again.
Cheng Sizhou happily went home with him and circled around him like a little Shiba Inu. He was happy and proud. The feeling of being cherished and pampered greatly made up for the grievance and unwillingness he felt when they broke up.
But for every sweetness he ate, Cheng Sizhou had to swallow as much bitterness. He used suffering to exchange for his own mercy. Many times in critical moments, he would rather sacrifice himself than leave the hope of life to himself.
Wen Zichuan regretted it. This was clearly not the love he wanted.
He doesn't want a person to give everything to another person unconditionally, even dignity, freedom, even life, to prove that he loves him.
Love should be equal, it should make both people better. No matter what they face, they firmly believe in and recognize each other, and walk together holding each other's hands.
"Uncle and aunt, I'm sorry." Wen Zichuan washed his face before going out to meet them.
Cheng's parents had already heard roughly what happened last night. After all, Cheng Sizhou was sent to the hospital by Wen Zichuan, which bought him precious time for treatment.
Seeing his red and swollen eyes, Ms. Wang felt a little distressed: "How can you apologize, Guaiguai? If it weren't for you, Cheng Sizhou would... Uncle and aunt should thank you."
Wen Zichuan was not in a position to make any promises to the two elders, so he had to take on more responsibilities: "I will take good care of him while he recovers from his injuries."
"Auntie knows you're worried about him, but you're busy with work, so it's not good for you to stay in the hospital all the time." Ms. Wang's face was full of worry, but her words were kind and frank. "Whether it's hiring a nurse or a nanny, his father and I are familiar with the procedures. Don't worry too much. Just come and see him when you're free, and that'll be fine."
Wen Zichuan bit his lower lip, thinking that what had always hindered him and Cheng Sizhou in the past was either lack of money or lack of time.
"Auntie, I want to ask you something. When my uncle was injured, were you the one who watched over him and took care of him?"
"Of course."
"I also want to take care of him like you take care of my uncle."
Wang Xinxin and Cheng Xuecheng were both surprised. They must have understood what Wen Zichuan meant.
They are husband and wife, and it is natural for one of them to take care of the other if he or she is injured. Wen Zichuan is asking them for an opportunity to take care of Cheng Sizhou as is natural.
"Okay, take care of him more when you have time. If he is in a good mood, he will recover faster." This time it was Cheng Xuecheng who spoke.
"Yes, I will." Wen Zichuan wanted to force a smile in front of them, but when he pursed his lips, he couldn't hold back his tears.
He hid himself in a corner where no one could see him, with his palms clasped in front of his chest. He had never been superstitious, but at this moment he prayed to all the gods and Bodhisattvas.
No matter which god or bodhisattva can protect Cheng Sizhou from getting hurt and suffering again, he is willing to believe, be pious, and give all his good luck to him.
When Cheng Sizhou was sent back to the ward, his head was wrapped in gauze, his legs were wrapped in splints, and his hospital gown hung loosely on his body. He still looked lifeless.
After sleeping for two or three hours, he gradually woke up. He raised his hand in the air, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
"I'm here," Wen Zichuan hurriedly shook his hand, "I'm here."
The upper half of Cheng Sizhou's face was covered with gauze. He seemed to smile and repeated weakly: "You are here, you are here."
The outstretched hand found a place to stay, and he put his heart back into his stomach. He just held Wen Zichuan's two fingers and lay quietly.
Dr. Cheng went to handle the hospitalization procedures, and Ms. Wang came to accompany her son. She couldn't tell whether her son was asleep or awake, so she was extremely careful with her words and movements.
"He's exhausted after not sleeping all night." Wen Zichuan used a cotton swab dipped in water to moisten Cheng Sizhou's cracked lips.
Ms. Wang was wiping her tears. She wanted to hug her son like she used to, but Cheng Sizhou was covered in wounds and she could hardly find a place to start.
Wen Zichuan let him hold his hand, and he could only use his other hand to feed him water or get things.
Seeing that he was inconvenient, Wang Xinxin took the initiative to take it for him and help him pass it.
"Auntie, have you and uncle ever abandoned him before?" Wen Zichuan suddenly asked.
"What?" Wang Xinxin didn't understand what he meant.
"For example, you went on a long trip and left him at home alone? Or you forgot to pick him up and left him alone at school?"
"His dad and I were busy at work, and Cheng Sizhou was very sensible since he was young. He wouldn't make any noise or fuss when he was alone. And before he was ten, he had An Yi. Whenever he went to school or when we worked overtime, he would go to Mr. Jiang's house to play with An Yi."
"What about after the age of ten?"
"After ten?"
In the eyes of Cheng's parents, children are considered big kids after they turn ten.
Jiang Yunli and Lin Xin lost their daughter. The only one who could take Jiang Anyi's place and give them a little comfort was Cheng Sizhou, whom they watched grow up.
Therefore, during every festival, Cheng's parents would repeatedly remind Cheng Sizhou to go to the Jiang family more often and spend more time with his master and mistress.
I remember one winter vacation in junior high school, Cheng Sizhou didn't go to the Jiang family because he had a reunion with his elementary school classmates. In front of a group of classmates, Cheng Xuecheng carried him to the back of the bicycle and personally sent him there.
No one knew what he was thinking at the time, and no one ever asked him whether he was willing or not.
Cheng Sizhou never said he was unwilling, because being unwilling would be unfilial and he would be unworthy of his master and mistress's care and cultivation of him.
After maintaining the same posture for too long, his body became a little stiff. Wen Zichuan tried to pull out his fingers, but as soon as he moved, Cheng Sizhou immediately held them tightly.
Even if he fell asleep, he didn't want to let him leave, but if Wen Zichuan insisted on leaving, he would be "sensible" and let him go, just like many years ago when he watched his father leave him behind.
Wen Zichuan didn't move. He clasped hands with Cheng Sizhou. Even if his palms were sweating, he wanted to give him the sense of security he wanted.
While the police were investigating the case, Cheng Sizhou's injuries were recovering day by day.
He was very obedient. He would eat whatever Wen Zichuan fed him. Even if it was too salty or too bland or tasted bad, he never expressed his opinion.
In order to supplement his nutrition, Wen Zichuan learned how to make soup. He set the alarm clock to get up at five o'clock and start making soup. By eight o'clock, it was ready and he would send it to the hospital for him to drink.
He put too much salt in the soup yesterday, so he didn't dare to add too much salt today, so the soup turned out a little bland. Cheng Sizhou still didn't mind and served him a bowl. He drank it all, including the meat and soup.
Wen Zichuan looked at the empty bowl and felt very sorry: "If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to drink it."
Cheng Sizhou wiped his mouth and said, "Who said it doesn't taste good? It's obviously delicious."
Wen Zichuan took the bowl and touched his face: "Is your brain injured and hasn't healed yet?"
Cheng Sizhou took the opportunity to kiss his fingers: "Thank you for your hard work, honey. I like all the soups you make."
Wen Zichuan's face flushed, and he quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else around: "Who is your wife?"
The days of recuperation are long and boring, and it is even worse when you go blind. You can’t play with your phone or see the scenery. It seems as if time has stopped, and every minute and every second passes extremely slowly.
Fortunately, Zichuan was by his side. While talking to him, Cheng Sizhou imagined what he was wearing today, what delicious food he made, what time he got up, and who he met.
If Zichuan was not around, he would put on headphones and listen to his dubbing works. When he got tired, he would go to sleep, hoping to see him in his dreams.
"You come to the hospital every day, don't you have to work?" Cheng Sizhou endured it for a few days and finally asked.
"What? Are you tired of me and want to kick me out?" Wen Zichuan teased him deliberately, "So I really leave?"
He put down the things in his hand and walked out of the ward in three or two steps, but he didn't go far. He stuck his head out from the wall and looked inside.
Cheng Sizhou heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away and immediately panicked. He threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and limped towards the door, but stopped when he reached the door.
"Work is still more important..." He lowered his head slightly, with a look of loss written all over his body.
Wen Zichuan was worried that he had fallen, so he trotted back and slid into his arms, hugging him: "Who said that? You are much more important than work."
Cheng Sizhou was stunned for a moment, then he smiled. It turned out that this scene of "going and coming back" was not just a dream. He had waited for a long time and finally waited for it.
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