Is it love in the name of love, or is it harm in the name of love...
"Go home?" Xu Jiaxuan took a few steps back, propping himself up with one hand and sitting on the low wall that served as a guardrail. He swung his legs leisurely. "Go back to the cage Zhao Ya made?"
Wu Meng was horrified by what he saw, fearing that he might have suicidal thoughts, so he immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message, asking his colleagues to prepare for rescue.
"Your mother's educational method is wrong. We will ask her to improve it. If you have any other requirements, just tell us and we will satisfy you," said Zhou Han.
Negotiation is not his forte, but based on experience, one usually has to calm the suicidal person's emotions first, agree to meet his demands, and make him feel attached to people and things, so that he will give up the urge to commit suicide.
"Didn't I mention it?!" Xu Jiaxuan suddenly became emotional. "Every time, every time you find me, I tell Zhao Ya not to interfere with me. Don't control what I eat, what I wear, who I make friends with, and don't deny me the things I like. Did she do it? She confiscated my phone and didn't give me a penny. I often wonder, there are so many mothers in the world, why am I so unfortunate, and why does she have to be her son?"
Wu Meng felt incredibly wronged. They'd spoken to Zhao Ya, who had promised to change, but she'd controlled everything about Xu Jiaxuan for years, and that wouldn't change. Xu Jiaxuan's countless escapes were his means of revenge against Zhao Ya, and it was a source of worry for her.
There was a person sitting on the rooftop railing, and onlookers gradually gathered at the bottom of the building, talking about it.
Police were busy evacuating the crowd, while rescue workers were laying air cushions. As the situation grew, people from other buildings came up to watch, filming with their phones. It wouldn't be long before rumors were all over the internet.
Wen Zichuan seemed to have grasped a point. He pulled up the transcript of Xu Jiaxuan's class exercises on his phone: "But you also said that you were interested in dubbing and wanted to apply for the dubbing class at Lantern Art School and become a voice actor. Your mother enrolled you in the class. She respects your hobby, doesn't she?"
"No! This is her trick!" Xu Jiaxuan's eyes suddenly turned red. "The boarding school I attend only has one day off a week. She enrolled me in classes to control me. Every teacher who came to my house followed her instructions and looked at me like a prisoner! They looked down on me and thought I was dreaming about making money through dubbing! They looked at me with contempt! They hated me!"
At this moment, two policemen had already taken Zhao Ya to the corridor leading to the rooftop. They did not allow Zhao Ya to show up easily. However, when she heard her son's accusations, Zhao Ya squatted on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.
"I think you're great." Wen Zichuan gritted his teeth. It was almost noon, and the sun on the roof was particularly intense. Not only did he have a terrible stomach ache, but the constant high temperature also made him dizzy. "I've seen the dubbing videos you recorded. You really love dubbing, right? Then you should study even harder and become a voice actor. Xu Jiaxuan, no one's life is smooth sailing. If you feel your life is not good enough, being a voice actor allows you to experience the lives of others. If you feel you lack love, then use the love you gain from your roles to nourish yourself."
Xu Jiaxuan seemed touched. Seeing that Wen Zichuan was a new teacher, he didn't want to be nice to him. However, Wen Zichuan didn't mind. When he told him about the art exam techniques and dubbing experience, his tone was gentle and firm, and there was a longing light in his eyes.
"Voice actors can make a lot of money, right?" Xu Jiaxuan jumped down from the low wall and asked urgently.
Wen Zichuan hesitated for a moment, and Cheng Sizhou's voice suddenly emerged: "Any industry that reaches the top is very profitable. There are many people who make a lot of money from dubbing. It depends on whether you can become one of them."
Xu Jiaxuan thought about this sentence, and in a moment, Zhou Han and Wu Meng surrounded him from both sides and held him down!
"What are you doing? I'm not a criminal!"
Xu Jiaxuan struggled uncontrollably and was led into the corridor. Zhao Ya immediately rushed over, hugging her son and crying while slapping his back fiercely. "How could you be so cruel? I worked so hard at several jobs to provide you with food, clothing, and schooling. Why did you run away? Why did you run away...? Mommy did this for your own good, for your own good! How come you don't understand your mother's painstaking efforts at all... I really, really raised you in vain..."
Although Zhao Ya's way of expressing herself was not very reasonable and Xu Jiaxuan's eyes revealed a bit of numbness, at least the child was found safe and sound, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
It was almost lunchtime, and since Officer Zhou was already here, why not invite him to our house for dinner?
However, before Cheng Sizhou could speak, Zhou Han immediately said that he had something to do, and hurried downstairs, out of the community, and stepped on the accelerator to speed out five miles.
"Why are you running... No, I'm talking about the money..."
Zhou Han didn't plan to deal with the matter anymore. Only policeman Xiao Wu stayed at Xu's house to deal with the aftermath. Cheng Sizhou was about to ask Wu Meng when someone grabbed his arm.
"The Xu family's conditions are not good." Wen Zichuan said, "Forget it, I don't want it."
"I know you mean well, but let's be honest. You can't just sit there and take this chance."
"Xu Jiaxuan is still young. If he is called a thief..."
“…Teacher Wen! Wen Zichuan——!”
The hand on his arm fell unnaturally, and Cheng Sizhou subconsciously grabbed it and supported Wen Zichuan.
Wen Zichuan's face was as pale as paper, his temples were wet with sweat, and when he touched his forehead, it was very hot.
"Someone has fainted! Help!"
Cheng Sizhou only knew that he had a stomach problem, and he didn't know if he had any other problems, so he had to ask the community police to help and send him to the hospital.
He carried Wen Zichuan to the car, and after a while he freed his hands to call Shen Huifang: "Hello Sister Shen, I have to go to the hospital urgently. I left the shrimp in the guard room, remember to pick it up."
"Hospital? What happened? Is it your dad's place? If you need help, I'll rush over right away."
"It's okay, Sister Chen, take good care of Zhou Yitang." Cheng Sizhou restrained his rapid breathing, "You also said it's my dad's side, my parents will help if there is anything."
Wen Zichuan leaned on Cheng Sizhou's shoulder, half dazed and half awake. He couldn't muster any strength in his body. The knuckles that were pressing on his abdomen began to go numb and no longer felt like his own.
Rushing to the hospital, Cheng Sizhou registered for emergency treatment. During the consultation, Wen Zichuan went to the bathroom to cooperate with the examination. In that narrow cubicle, he was so exhausted that he couldn't even stand up.
Cheng Sizhou waited outside the cubicle for a long time but no one came out. He knocked on the door anxiously: "How are you? Open the door, I'll take you back to the clinic!"
"Will you please go out and wait for me?" Wen Zichuan's voice was no longer weak; it seemed as if he was barely hanging on by a thread, with a faint hint of tears in his voice, "Why do you always see me... at my most miserable..."
Cheng Sizhou walked back and forth a few steps, then stopped in front of the door again. "What do you mean by 'awkward'? I grew up in this hospital and have seen countless births, old age, sickness, and death. When people are sick and uncomfortable, they're not so glamorous, but what does it matter? Don't say you just have a bad stomach and no strength. Even if you were in your eighties or nineties and needed help to turn over in bed, I wouldn't think that was awful. Zichuan, don't make things difficult for yourself."
After a while, the door of the compartment opened.
When Wen Zichuan came out, Cheng Sizhou had his back to him, half-crouched, and pointed at his back: "I won't look at you anymore. Come up, I'll carry you back."
Cheng Sizhou was very familiar with the hospital procedures. After paying the fees and getting the prescription, he held Wen Zichuan in one hand and carried the medicine in the other to the injection room.
His hurried appearance was particularly eye-catching. Someone thought he looked familiar and sent a message: "Doctor Cheng, I just saw your son come to the hospital with a boy. He is receiving an IV in the injection room."
The nurse in the injection room was particularly gentle and friendly. She talked to the two of them while dispensing medicine, trying to ease the overly nervous mood of the accompanying patient.
"Sister, do you have any temporary beds here? The benches are so hard and uncomfortable." Cheng Sizhou tried hard to calm down and put on an innocent look.
The nurse deftly inserted the needle and loosened the tourniquet. "Don't tell me, beds at noon are very valuable. Observe for a quarter of an hour. I'll try to find a way to make room for you."
Wen Zichuan regained some strength and said "thank you" in a hoarse voice.
The nurse, wearing a mask, smiled with her eyes curved: "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."
Everyone in the hospital knows that Mr. Cheng’s words are deceitful.
In order to get a bed, Cheng Sizhou flattered all the nurses in the injection room. The piles of milk tea, desserts and ice cream combined were not as sweet as his words.
Wen Zichuan was soon moved into a quiet single room. The doctor said he had a serious heatstroke and needed to rest well.
Cheng Sizhou sat next to him and saw that he was listless, leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed.
"Well, are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you." Cheng Sizhou rubbed his hands.
"Eat by yourself, don't worry about me." Wen Zichuan felt bitter in his mouth and his stomach hurt, and he really had no appetite.
Cheng Sizhou wanted to complain, saying that he was so sick, who else would take care of him besides himself? However, he was so distressed that his words turned into: "Let me take care of you for a while, okay? If you have other relatives or friends coming over, I'll stand aside when they arrive, okay?"
Wen Zichuan clearly didn't mean that. He wanted to explain but didn't have the energy.
"In Dengyuan, I have no relatives or friends."
"Then what am I, your fan?"
At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open. Wen Zichuan barely raised his heavy eyelids and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat standing at the door. He was upright, elegant, and had a serious expression.
The badge on his chest was reflective, faintly showing the words "Chief Surgeon", and below that was his name - Cheng Xuecheng.
"Cheng Sizhou, please come out for a moment." Doctor Cheng said seriously.
"Dad? How come you have time to come here?" Cheng Sizhou touched his forehead and thought to himself that the hospital was really amazing, with human surveillance everywhere.
He had to deal with his father's visit, so he followed Dr. Cheng out of the ward in dejected mood.
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