Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

After hearing what the system said, Tong Xiyuan felt even more uneasy. After all, Fan He's current state didn't seem like nothing had happened.

The heat in the hand reversed, and the big hand broke free and wrapped around Tong Xiyuan's hand again.

Tong Xiyuan glanced over, thinking it was just Fan He's subconscious action, but unexpectedly met a pair of red eyes.

He panicked and asked Fan He in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fan He stared at him without saying a word. His brain was already confused after being drunk, and the news of his parents' car accident hit him even harder. Now his mind was as tangled as a ball of wool. He couldn't make sense of anything and didn't want to care about anything.

He only knew that he was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, and there was a warm feeling holding his hand.

Fan He lowered his eyes and said to Tong Xiyuan, "Stay with me."

He needs someone to accompany him now, and he is willing to do so even if the assistant has bad intentions towards him.

"Okay," Tong Xiyuan moved closer to him, "I'll always be with you."

Three hours later, the plane landed. Secretary Zhao had already arranged for a driver to pick them up, and it took nearly half an hour for the two to arrive at the hospital.

"Young Master, you're back." Secretary Zhao was waiting outside the operating room. He was overwhelmed and when he saw Fan He, it was as if he had seen a life-saving Bodhisattva. However, when he thought of the news he was going to tell next, he felt a little reluctant.

Having been with Father Fan for so many years, Secretary Zhao understands this young master's character. Although he was spoiled by his family and behaves a little flamboyantly, overall, he has not made any major mistakes so far.

I don’t know if the young master can handle something like a car accident.

Fan He had been holding Tong Xiyuan's hand. He had hidden his nervousness and anxiety, his face was as calm as water, "You say."

Secretary Zhao said: "This afternoon, the car's brakes suddenly failed, and when the truck hit it, the driver died on the spot. Your father and mother..."

He looked back at the operating room which was still in operation and said, "Boss Fan is out of danger for the time being. He is in the ICU. We need to wait for the doctor to check his condition. Madam is still in the rescue. Master, please be prepared."

When the accident happened, the front of the truck just hit the side of Fan He's mother. The degree of the dent was such that there was a high probability that the person could not be saved.

As if to confirm Secretary Zhao's words, the operating light at the end of the long corridor went out. The doctor and the nurse came over, shook their heads at Secretary Zhao and Fan He, and sighed.

Tong Xiyuan felt his hand was painfully squeezed, but he glanced at Fan He's pale face and said nothing.

After about five seconds of silence, Van He said to the doctor, "I want to go in and see her."

The doctor stepped aside and said, "Go ahead."

It was only a dozen steps away, and it was reached in the blink of an eye.

Standing at the door of the operating room, Fan He stared at the faceless woman on the operating bed, and still walked over with Tong Xiyuan.

He may have forgotten to let go.

It may also be that I don’t have the strength to let go.

Tong Xiyuan accompanied him and sat quietly in the operating room for a while, then accompanied Fan He to the outside of the ICU to see Fan's father who was still unconscious.

Secretary Zhao is no longer here, as he is busy dealing with the follow-up matters of the car accident and the compensation issue for the driver's family.

When it was just getting light, Secretary Zhao came back with two breakfasts. He saw the two people sighing on the chairs outside the ICU. He was about to say something to persuade them, but unexpectedly, Fan He spoke first.

The man, who hadn't slept all night, wiped his face, lifted the assistant's head, which had slid down when she fell asleep, onto his shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "Has the car involved in the accident been inspected?"

Secretary Zhao nodded, "The report hasn't come out yet."

Fan He then said: "The truck driver escaped?"

Secretary Zhao: "Yes, the police are chasing him."

"Find someone to check his relationships," Fan He's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he curled his lower lip coldly, "I don't believe that we can't find his wife and children."

He didn't believe that such a coincidental car accident was just a coincidence. As long as the other party dared to leave any evidence, Fan He would definitely counterattack without leaving any trace.

Secretary Zhao understood what he meant and frowned, but didn't say anything. Using family members to threaten the other party is indeed a good idea, but if Mr. Fan were to handle it, he would definitely not be so cruel.

Secretary Zhao left after delivering breakfast. The boss had an accident and the young master did not take over. There were still many things in the company that needed his attention.

Fan He did not touch the two breakfasts and let the steaming porridge gradually cool down.

After seven o'clock, the hospital gradually became noisy and Tong Xiyuan was awakened by the sound of quarreling.

He had been a doctor in his first world, and he knew after hearing the first two sentences that someone was causing trouble in the hospital. Fortunately, the hospital security quickly controlled the patient's family.

"Are you asleep?" Tong Xiyuan rubbed his eyes, looked up at Fan He's chin and asked.

Fan He spoke, his voice was hoarse and a little nasal, "I can't sleep."

Tong Xiyuan sat up straight, raised his hand and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, frowned and said, "You have a fever."

"It's okay." Fan He took his hand away and glanced at the two cold breakfasts. He didn't know why he suddenly felt hungry. He said, "I'm hungry."

Tong Xiyuan was also hungry. He stood up and looked at the ICU, which he was still not allowed to enter. He hesitated and said, "Do you want to go back and rest first?"

He thought Fan He would be stubborn and refuse to agree, but unexpectedly Fan He nodded and stood up, "Okay."

Perhaps it was because he had been up all night and had a fever, Fan He lost his balance after standing up and fell towards Tong Xiyuan.

Tong Xiyuan quickly supported him and said, "Slow down."

"Well," Fan He slightly released his strength, leaned on Tong Xiyuan's shoulder, and said dully: "You don't know the place, let the driver pick you up."

The hot breath he exhaled was very hot. Tong Xiyuan touched the end of Fan He's hair anxiously, took out Fan He's phone to send a message to yesterday's driver, and said, "Let's go to the clinic first and ask the doctor to give us a fever-reducing injection."

Fan He vetoed, "No."

"It's okay to take medicine." Tong Xiyuan walked out with him, left the inpatient department and went to the outpatient department, registered and got antipyretic medicine before taking a bus home.

Although the Fan family is the behind-the-scenes operator of Heyuan Entertainment Company, the residence they live in is not as luxurious as Tong Xiyuan imagined. It is just a large and cozy flat.

After entering, Tong Xiyuan asked Fan He to go to the room to rest, and he went to the kitchen to make two breakfasts.

There was a call on the phone on the table in the living room. Tong Xiyuan put down the rice porridge and walked over to answer it, "Brother Xiao Yang?"

"I asked for three days off from the crew. What happened to Brother Fan?" Xiao Yang muttered while hiding from others on the crew. "By the way, don't let Brother Fan check Weibo for the next two days. Something happened online."