Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

"Fuck, you're bleeding again."

Tong Xiaowen saw Hua Qingchen's tightly covered chest, and blood seeping out of the white hospital gown.

"You better go away. Don't stay here with me."

Tong Xiaowen was really annoyed.

Until now, she still regrets why she agreed to him and brought him back to the warehouse where she lived.

"I really don't want to stay in this shabby place of yours."

Hua Qingchen gritted his teeth and stood up. He had just undergone surgery and every part of his body was in pain and bleeding.

Trembling with pain all over my body, I took a step forward, and then another step forward...

Everything went dark before my eyes, and I fell forward.

"What kind of fate is this for me? I'm just asking for trouble."

Tong Xiaowen quickly reached out and supported Hua Qingchen.

"What are you trying to do? Sit down."

He kicked a cushion over and hit Hua Qingchen under his butt.

Hua Qingchen didn't sit down, but just stared at the suspicious cushion. The original pattern could no longer be seen, and it was mottled, revealing cotton wool.

"What are you looking at? Sit down if you want."

As soon as Tong Xiaowen let go of Hua Qingchen, he couldn't stand and fell onto the mat.

"Now, I ask you a question and you answer it. Otherwise, I won't give you food or water and will make you suffer in this warehouse. Of course, I will throw you out before you die."

After saying that, Tong Xiaowen kicked a chair over, stretched out his legs, crossed them on both sides of the chair, sat down on the chair, hugged the back of the chair with both hands, and leaned his little face on it.

"First question, what do you want to call it?"

Hua Qingchen said nothing and didn't even look at Tong Xiaowen.

You little brat, you're still trying to be profound with her.

"You won't cooperate, right? Well, I'll leave now. I'll go to the hospital to find out what happened, and then I'll go find that man. I—"

"Hua Qingchen."

A cold and soft voice suddenly sounded.

"Oh, you're so good. You should have done this earlier."

Tong Xiaowen's face was full of smiles.

Who is Tong Xiaowen? He wants to fight with her. This beautiful boy is overestimating himself.

"Your name is not good. I don't know what your mother was thinking. She wanted to give you a girl's name, and then add to your looks, oh, tsk tsk——"

As he spoke, Tong Xiaowen tore off a piece of dry steamed bun and threw it to Hua Qingchen.

Hua Qingchen hadn't eaten anything since he woke up in the hospital. He was dizzy due to his serious injuries and also due to hunger.

I took it and put it in my mouth. The dry and hard steamed bun had a special fragrance when I chewed it.

"What's your name?"

"How can you talk to a benefactor like that? You should ask, may I ask your name, benefactor?"

Bright and cunning eyes, thin little face, this little girl, Hua Qingchen couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that this girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could she be so capable that she could rescue him from the secret room.

"May I ask your name, benefactor?"

"Tong Xiaowen, Tong means childhood, Wen means stable."

"Your name isn't nice either. I don't know what your mother was thinking. Even at the age of eighty, people still think you're a child."

flutter--

Tong Xiaowen was happy.

This beautiful boy is so funny, is he fighting back against her?

Tong Xiaowen threw all the remaining buns to Hua Qingchen.

"Hua Qingchen, how old are you?"

"nineteen."

"Oh, then you are the older brother, and I am sixteen."

"I don't have a sister like you. Are you a thief?"

"What's wrong with a thief? If I hadn't stolen you back, you would have died in the secret room."

Hua Qingchen was speechless and had to admit that she was right.

"You seemed to have said that you had been in a secret room when you were three years old. Where are your parents? Why are you living alone in this shabby warehouse?"

After eating the steamed buns, Hua Qingchen's mental and physical strength gradually recovered.

"They are all dead. I used to live under the bridge. This was an old beggar's den. After he died, this den became mine."

Tong Xiaowen's thin face was calm, and talking about death was like it was a common occurrence.

Hua Qingchen felt a pang in his heart. For some reason, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had felt this sad since he had lived in hell.

Maybe they have similar fates.

He couldn't help but soften his voice, and when he looked at Tong Xiaowen again, the initial disgust was no longer in his eyes.

"You are also a poor person. Why don't you look for other relatives? You are too lonely."

"When my parents died, I was only three years old. I only remember that I had an older brother who seemed to be six or seven years old. He lived with my grandmother in the countryside."

"Then you go find it?"

"How can I find her? I don't even know which province or village my grandma lives in."

"You are three years old, so you should have some impression, right?"

"No."

"Oh, you are a poor person too."