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Half an hour later, the police sent Baochan out with a smile. Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong waited at the door, put their coats on Baochan, and thanked the police kindly.

"It's so strange," Baozhan said in a low voice as he walked out, "At first he said he didn't find out, but he wanted to keep me for 24 hours, but after a while he said he had found out and let me go home."

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other, and said honestly: "Then what...we're looking for someone."

Baochan stopped immediately: "Who are you looking for?"

Shi Kuoting gave Ying Xiaonong a wink.

"Old Kuang?" Baozhan said angrily, "He's so far away in Switzerland, it's just such a trivial matter, you make him worry about me?"

"No..." Ying Xiaonong received Shi Kuoting's signal and hurriedly chimed in, "Bao Chu, who is the person who reported us, do you have any idea?"

Not only is there a clue, Baochan is almost certain that it is Kang, but this is his personal matter and should not be mixed up with Ruyizhou: "Don't worry about it," he asked after Shi Kuoting, "Who are you looking for?" Who is it?"

"Then who..." Shi Kuoting hesitated.

"Brother Han?" Baochan guessed.

Shi Kuoting shook his head.

"Other guests?" Baozhan Qian reminded Wan Wan not to make a big deal out of this matter, but his senior brother just wouldn't listen, "Why are you just making trouble for me..."

Shi Kuoting was afraid that he would get angry, so he quickly put it down: "Uncle Liang."

Bao Chan was taken aback, he was a completely unexpected person, Uncle Liang was not in the circle, so there was no need to worry about complicating things, he was also a nobleman from Ruyizhou, he had helped the troupe since its beginning, and he was close like an old friend.

Seeing that Bao Chan was not angry, Shi Kuoting smiled and put his arms around his shoulders: "Okay, my Boss Bao, let's go home!"

The "home" he was talking about was Ruyi Island. The Maybach was waiting at the door. The three of them got in the car. Baochan took out his mobile phone and called Uncle Liang, wanting to thank him personally: "Hello..."

"Hello." There was an unfamiliar voice over there, very young and indifferent.

Bao Chan was startled: "Uncle Liang..."

"He's sick and it's not convenient to answer the phone."

"Sick?" Baochan was surprised, and couldn't even answer the phone. It was not a minor circumstance, "What's wrong?"

I didn't say it over there, probably because I am not familiar with it, so it is inconvenient to say it.

"Which hospital?" Baochan continued to ask, "I'll go see him."

"No need," he refused directly, "only relatives and friends are accepted."

"I'm his friend." Not only a friend, Uncle Liang is also Baochan and Ruyizhou's benefactor. "He's sick, I must see him."

"Mr. Bao, right?" The other party memorized his name, "You don't have to thank me for what happened just now, and you don't use it here, so I appreciate it."

"It's not good intentions," Baochan insisted, his tone a little anxious, "it's a big deal for people to be sick, I'm not being polite to you!"

His stubbornness was beyond the other party's expectation. After a while, he said, "Golden Maple, east wing of the fifth floor."

Jinjiaofeng, a wholly-owned private hospital in Canada, but Baochan's English is only good enough for the exam, and he didn't respond at all: "Where?" He said stupidly, "Don't speak foreign languages, speak Chinese!"

There was a chuckle over there, and he repeated the Chinese, and Baozhan hung up the phone with a blushing face.

He sent Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong back to Ruyizhou, and asked Xiao Hao to turn around and go to the embassy area. When he arrived at Jinjiaofeng, it was just after noon. He hurried up to the fifth floor and was beaten by several The person who looked like a bodyguard stopped him.

"My surname is Bao, and I'm here to see Uncle Liang." Bao Chan usually met so many rich people, but he had never seen one with a bodyguard, so he said hello and wanted to go inside.

"Sorry sir," the other party stopped him and motioned him to take off his coat, "It's a routine."

Baochan was stunned. He looked behind these people and saw that such a long corridor was completely sealed off. Only then did he realize that the "east wing of the fifth floor" mentioned on the phone covered all the wards on the east side of this floor. mean.

Baochan had no choice but to take off his coat and stretched out his arms for them to search.The procedure was even stricter than the airport security check. Two bodyguards repeatedly confirmed that he did not have any sharp objects or flammables on him, and then sent someone into the duty room to report, and then came out of the duty room to go to the ward by himself. After such a pass, Baochan was released.

He walked into the corridor with his overcoat on his shoulders. It was a large suite. There were also two bodyguards in the hall. They pushed open the small door for him. There were several medical staff sitting in the door, with refreshments and magazines, and he entered another door. In the patient's room, Uncle Liang was lying on the bed, his left eye socket was severely blue, and his face was covered with a ventilator.

Baochan was stunned, every time he saw this person, he was dressed in a vigorous suit with a stand-up collar, and he was meticulously groomed from head to toe, but he looked so helpless on the hospital bed in front of him, as if he had been taken away overnight Youth, turned into a fragile old man.

Something moved in the corner of the eye, and Baochan turned his head, and saw a young man sitting on the sofa against the wall, with slightly curly light hair, hazel pupils, wearing an ordinary white shirt, with soft linen on his shoulders. A black sweater, the collar of the shirt is open, revealing a pure gold amulet.

"Hello..." Baochan stared straight at him, with such rare pupils, so light that it would suck people in.

The other party only nodded slightly, did not speak, and did not get up.

Baochan saw him before, at midnight in the emerald sun, this man was drunk and sat with him under the greenery on the street, Uncle Liang called him Mr. Xiao, he grabbed Baochan's hand, and Baochan scratched his itch.

"Uncle Liang is..." Baochan asked, "What's going on?"

Mr. Xiao picked up his mobile phone and translated English into Chinese: "Stroke."

Baochan had never heard of it, and her beautiful brows frowned.

Mr. Xiao looked at his phone again: "It's also called cerebral infarction."

Bao Chan’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew about this disease. Common people call it cerebral infarction, and the most common sequelae is hemiplegia: “How could it be...he is only in his 40s!”

Probably because Baochan’s pain was too real, without any falsehood, Mr. Xiao stood up and said, “It happened last night, the blood vessels in the craniotemporal lobe were blocked, and the whole left half of his body was numb. It happened that he went to the bathroom at night and couldn’t stand up. He fell down, and the servant called 120 when he heard the voice."

That's why there was such a big bruise on Uncle Liang's left eye, which fell face down, and Bao Chan was not his relative, so he felt distressed: "Will he..."

Mr. Xiao is tall, a bit fiercer than Kuang Zheng, and looked down at him with his head down: "Is it incapacitated?"

Baochan stared nervously at his mouth.

"No," Mr. Xiao said, "I sent it as soon as I found it. Within two hours is the golden period of rescue. I received a thrombolytic injection and the effect is very good. The doctor said that it will not affect the ability to move, but only the language and swallowing. There will be some functions..."

"Degenerate?" Baochan said for him. This person has a face between Chinese and foreigner, and his Chinese is also good and bad. "It's fine if you can walk and move." Uncle is still so young, it would be too pitiful if he had to be served by others for the rest of his life..."

"Ahem!" Uncle Liang turned over on the bed, Baohua put down his coat and went over, "Uncle Liang?"

Uncle Liang looked at him with squinted eyes, and it was really difficult to speak through the breathing mask: "Mr. Bao...?"

"It's me," Baochan sat down on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, "It's okay, you'll be fine soon."

Uncle Liang didn't speak, he seemed to know what kind of disease he was. People in their 40s couldn't accept this reality.

"You hold my hand." Baochan said.

Mr. Xiao stood far away. Hearing what he said, he walked a few steps here.

Uncle Liang looked at him with his severely congested left eye and didn't move.

"Hold it!" Baochan urged him like a wayward child.

Uncle Liang shook hands.

"Hold!" Baochan demanded again, while clenching him tightly.

Mr. Xiao walked to the bedside and watched intently. He was concerned, but as the master, it was not easy to show it.

When the palm is held hard, anyone can't help but shake it back, and Uncle Liang is too, ruthlessly, he squeezed the treasure.

"Look!" Baozhan showed surprise, "How strong are your hands!"

At this moment, there was light in Uncle Liang's eyes, although it was only a little bit, but he smiled slowly, and nodded gently to Baochan: "It will be fine...it will be fine."

"Yes," Baochan wiped the sweat from his brow, "It will be fine, come to Ruyizhou to listen to my opera when you recover," he complained a bit, "You haven't come to listen to it yet."

"Listen...to listen..." Uncle Liang's articulateness was not flexible, so Baochan chatted slowly with him. Mr. Xiao dragged a chair and sat beside him. In fact, he didn't talk about anything. It was just some trivial matters, but he was absent-minded. He listened carefully, smiled, and looked at his watch, two hours had passed.

Uncle Liang gets tired easily, so Baochan got up to say goodbye, before going out, Mr. Xiao grabbed his coat and said, "I'll see you off."

Baochan was quite surprised, but he was not polite. The two pushed the door and went out, and a group of bodyguards immediately surrounded him. Baochan was uncomfortable, but Mr. Xiao took it for granted. At the door, it's time to break up. Mr. Xiao called at this time.

"There are so many people in the world, but you met me," such a young man, but he used an old Taiwanese song from the 70s as his ringtone, "I haven't seen you before, and you haven't seen me..."

When he picked it up, the singing stopped, but Baochan's heart felt like a knife had been cut in the middle, and it hurt hotly.

It was about the Singapore port. Mr. Xiao casually explained a few words, put down the phone and turned around. "Goodbye" was about to exit, but when he saw Baochan, he was stunned.

It was a pale face, with wet eye sockets, and there were no tears, but the fundus of the eyes was red, like two lines of blood-colored eyeliner.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Baochan realized his gaffe, and quickly lowered his head. He should have said "it's okay" or "goodbye", but he didn't say anything, turned around, and walked straight out of the hospital gate.

For many years, Baochan hadn't heard this song, "Coincidence" by Feng Feifei.

It reminded him of his mother, and his unfortunate childhood, hunger, tears, longing, all accompanied by the singing from the old CD player on the table, the singing that belonged to his mother.

Suddenly, the phone rang in his coat pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Kuang Zheng: "Hello..."

"Bao'er!" Kuangzheng's voice was urgent, and he could hear the sound of dragging a box, "Are you okay? I just called Shi Kuoting back, and I'll buy a ticket to go back now!"

Baochan stopped: "No, no brother, the matter has been resolved..."

"I can't calm down," Kuang Zheng also stopped over there, and sighed, "They can take Huang Bailiang, the squad here, but you, I have to guard by myself."