can not help

Murong Ling pressed his hands to his lower abdomen where Qian Shucheng couldn't see. His position was really uncomfortable, but he still endured the pain and leaned back, corrected his body shape, and tried to make himself look very solemn.

"Go ahead."

Such an attitude is very good to appease Qian Shucheng's slightly nervous mood just now. After all, he is just a student with nothing, and if the person on the bed hadn't been picked up by him since he was a child, given their disparate identities and backgrounds, they might even There will be no chance to meet, let alone sit and talk face to face like this now.

As a result, the words came to his lips, but Qian Shucheng didn't know where to start. He was too blunt and afraid of hurting others, and he was too tactful and laborious.

It was Murong Ling who saw his confusion, sighed and said, "Well, let's start with the Meng family."

Qian Shucheng nodded and said, "I went to Meng's house a few days ago, I think you should know."

"Ah."

Qian Shucheng suddenly remembered something, clenched his fists, and said, "I don't know, I will meet those people when I call you back."

"This matter has nothing to do with you, let's talk about the Meng family first." Murong Ling was not a person who would vent his anger, so he directly interrupted his time-wasting confession.

Such a nonchalant tone did not make Qian Shucheng unhappy, but made him secretly relieved.Although even Jiang Fanyi knew that it was impossible for him to do this, he was always afraid that Murong Ling might misunderstand something.

But even so, he did not continue the previous topic. He lowered his head in thought for a moment and then raised his head and said, "I feel the need to say something. I know that in your eyes, I am just a child who doesn't understand anything. I haven't experienced anything. There are big winds and waves, and I have never experienced the sufferings of the world, but I insist on squeezing into your world. You may think that I am overwhelmed, or you may think that I have nothing to do, but think about it, Brother Ling, last summer vacation I was happy My heart was waiting at home, looking forward to the two of you coming back to go on vacation together, but what I was waiting for was a stranger who came to me and asked me to mourn. Do you know how I feel? After that, I spent more than a year in such a daze , It’s been more than a year, Brother Ling! I don’t know anything, just relying on the words of this one who came to me to gossip, relying on hoping that you will hate you.”

Murong Ling's heart was lifted from the first sentence he spoke, and after that, it became tighter and tighter, and the hand on his lower abdomen was also clenched tighter and tighter.The blood stained the gauze wrapped in the abdomen, seeped through the hospital gown, and soaked the slender fingers in spots.It's just that this scene is hidden under the quilt, just like the truth, which is always deeply buried with blood dripping.

Perhaps in order to make him more clear-headed and calm, he didn't let go of the hand gripping the wound because of the pain, but he didn't show any emotion when he spoke. He said, "What do you want to express?"

Qian Shucheng said: "Brother Ling, can we not hide our suspicion from each other? Now there is no one else around me except you."

Qian Shucheng's nose was a little sour. He originally planned to use the news from the Meng family to swindle Murong Ling, but when things came to an end, he regretted it. He figured it out.

In the final analysis, he didn't believe that the person who gave their brothers the future would harm them, let alone that this person risked his life to protect him.He regretted it, regretted his previous suspicions, regretted his impulsiveness, regretted that he had hurt perhaps the last person in the world who was sincerely kind to him.He just...just felt betrayed, betrayed by someone he trusted.He waited honestly for a year for a result, and Murong Ling finally came back a year later, but he told him in person that the person who plotted evil was telling the truth, especially Murong Ling, who wished he could hate him. His appearance really made him unable to think rationally, how could he accept it?

The words of Han Yue and Meng Yuzhao hit him one after the other—that enemy, he couldn't afford to offend.

I can't afford to offend him, so Murong Ling recited it all.

"You want to avenge yourself?"

Murong Ling's slightly suppressed voice did not attract Qian Shucheng's attention too much, he was too immersed in his emotions, the only thing that caught his ear was the content of the words themselves.

He replied firmly with one word: "Yes."

Murong Ling took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and leaned against the pillow.

Qian Shucheng didn't bother him, but just sat quietly.

If he has no power or influence, if he only relies on his own groping, let alone whether he can find clues, if he encounters something untouchable, he may take his own life without knowing who the murderer is. .And who among these people around him will really help him?Which contact with him is not purposeful?The Meng family is, and so is Han Yue.But he was not reconciled to letting Murong Ling do it alone, he wanted to contribute, even if the contribution was weak and negligible, but at least when he got to Huangquan, he could go to see his brother with a clear conscience.

Murong Ling didn't make him wait too long, and when he opened his eyes again, those eyes as deep as a pool of cold stared at Qian Shucheng faintly, and said, "Yes."

Qian Shucheng was ecstatic. He originally thought he would have to play the emotional card, but he agreed so easily before he had time to express his brewed emotions?If I had known that Murong Ling was such a talkative person, why would I have to make such a big detour.

"That……"

Murong Ling's expressionless face was a little cold, and he abruptly extinguished the flame that had just agitated in Qian Shucheng's heart.

Murong Ling said, "Go ahead and talk about the Meng family."

"I..." Qian Shucheng almost bit his tongue, picked up his little broken heart that was shaking up and down, picked and picked up the things, but ignored Murong Ling intentionally or unintentionally. In the deal of returning to China, he was afraid that the harmonious atmosphere he had finally regained would disappear without a trace again.

"So, what did Meng Youzhao ask you to do and haven't revealed it yet?"

Qian Shucheng squeezed his fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Murong Ling let out a low laugh, and didn't speak until Qian Shucheng's whole body went numb from the laughter, "Meng Yanzhao directly mentioned ZS8301 to you?"

Qian Shucheng went all out and said, "Yes"

Murong Ling seemed to hear the best joke in the world, and he laughed very happily. It wasn't until he frowned and slowly bent down that Qian Shucheng suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was still injured.

He got up in a panic to help: "What's wrong? The wound is open? Let me call."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly pressed the beeper on the bedside, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor soon.Just as Qian Shucheng was about to get up, Murong Ling grabbed Qian Shucheng's arm suddenly, his voice was a little unsteady, but fortunately all the content was conveyed, he said: "The Meng family calls you again, don't go, tell me."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the ward opened, and the lights in the room were brightly lit. Qian Shucheng squinted his eyes in shock.He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and a sweet smell of blood rushed straight into his nose. He frowned, and just as he was about to check on Murong Ling's situation, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide——there was a scent on his sleeve. Blood.

Shen Yuqing rushed into the house with a few people. The battle didn't look like they were coming to see a doctor, but more like they were here to fight.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Shen Yuqing was originally about to come over to make rounds, and when he walked to the nurses' station, he habitually greeted (flirt?) with the nurses first, and when the buzzer rang, he jumped and stretched his long legs and went to the ward run.

When he entered the door, he saw the man who didn't let him feel at ease bent over, with his head resting on the quilt.

After Qian Shucheng lost his mind for a short while, he hurriedly said to Shen Yuqing: "Doctor, go and see his wound."

Shen Yuqing ran to the bed and lifted the quilt in two steps at a time. Qian Shucheng, who was standing beside him, just took a look and then froze in place - half of Murong Ling's skirt was soaked with red at some point.Immediately afterwards, Qian Shucheng was pushed out by the nurse before he recovered himself.

The cold corridor was quiet and boring. Qian Shucheng was pacing back and forth in the corridor. He was very annoyed why he had become like this again. After sitting for so long, he didn't notice that Murong Ling's body was different. Could it be that he really restrained Murong Ling? ?It didn't take long before he came back because he was injured twice.

Qian Shucheng scratched his hair irritably, and a cold voice sounded faintly beside him.

"What did you do to Mr.?"

When Qian Shucheng turned his head, he saw Jiang Fan, who was holding an insulated box in his hand, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.

"I really didn't do anything this time." Qian Shucheng defended himself, he didn't know how the good conversation turned into this again.

Before Jiang Fan could speak repeatedly, the door of the ward was opened again, and several nurses came out with blood-stained gauze in their hands.

As soon as Jiang Fan opened the door first, he was relieved to see Murong Ling lying on the bed.

Shen Yuqing looked back at the two people who came in with a gloomy expression. The pent-up anger could only be directed at the sick, only the healthy ones. Jiang Fanyi and Qian Shucheng were the first to bear the brunt.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you before." Shen Yuqing said in a deep voice, "Jiang Fanyi, what's the matter with you? Didn't I say that he closed the door to thank guests these days? Why did he let people in?"

Shen Yuqing had never met Qian Shucheng, or in other words, when he completely forgot to pick up Murong Ling from the car, it was Qian Shucheng who helped him.As long as he involves his own professional field, he is definitely the kind who keeps his ears shut.

Qian Shucheng looked at Shen Yuqing in a daze, and then at Jiang Fanyi.

Jiang Fanyi gloated a little, and said, "He is Qian Shucheng."

Shen Yuqing frowned vigorously, and looked up and down at the young man in front of him who had no impression.He looks good, and his stature is also good. He is not the type who will be forgotten after seeing him, but he really doesn't have any impression of this person.

Suddenly a light flashed in Shen Yuqing's mind, and he remembered the name.

Pointing at Qian Shucheng, he looked at Jiang Fan with an expression of disbelief, and stuttered in shock, "He...Qian..."

"Yes, that's him." Jiang Fanyi put the food box in his hand on the bedside table, and looked worriedly at Murong Ling who had closed his eyes and didn't respond, "What's wrong, sir?"

"It's okay, the wound just opened a little bit, I've already changed the dressing." Shen Yuqing looked at Qian Shucheng with great interest, as if seeing some rare animal, and said, "Your husband is fine, just leave him alone , is this really Qian Shucheng? That Qian Shucheng?!"

Jiang Fanyi really didn't bother to talk to him, Qian Shucheng looked puzzled.

Murong Ling had a headache and couldn't stand the noisy voices, so he said in a low voice, "Get out."

Murong Ling seldom got angry, just such a low pressure situation was rare, but it was very effective in stopping Shen Yuqing from continuing to gossip.

Shen Yuqing touched his nose, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, his eyes were still shining brightly at Qian Shucheng, but he didn't dare to speak frivolously, and said to Jiang Fanyi solemnly: "Then what, you guys Mr. Jia needs to rest, although he didn't hurt any internal organs, but he lost a lot of blood, don't make him too tired."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room step by step and turned his head three times.

Qian Shucheng looked at the door, looked at Jiang Fanyi, then looked at Murong Ling who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, scratched his head and walked to the sofa, not messing with Jiang Fanyi who was about to explode.

The doctor said that Murong Ling needed to rest, and his own affairs could not be resolved for a while, so it was better not to bother.