In the spacious and bright ward, the autumn breeze blew into the room through the half-opened window, bringing with it a chill.
It had been ten days since the car accident. Wei Zhe had been moved from the intensive care unit to a normal ward, but he was still in a deep sleep, just like the sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. At this moment, Wei Jing's small body was curled up in the corridor outside the ward. He held the door handle tightly to prevent himself from being taken away by force.
"I'm not leaving. I want to stay here and take care of Big Brother." His hands were so tight that his veins were popping out.
"Wei Zhe will have someone to take care of him," Wei He said coldly. His gaze was as cold as a sharp blade that could pierce through flesh and blood.
Wei Jing took a deep breath. The corners of his lips were trembling slightly. His eyes were calm, and he did not look like a child. "This is different. What if Big Brother wakes up? The doctor has already explained his condition very clearly. After that, you will probably throw Big Brother to a remote place and hire a few people to take care of him, leaving him to fend for himself. As for whether he is doing well? Is he happy? You don't care whether he is being bullied or not, right? "
It was a question, but his tone was firm.
Wei He smiled indifferently and looked at the child without denying it.
"But I can take care of Big Brother. When Big Brother wakes up, you can send me over with him." Wei Jing calmed himself down and told him his plan. "This will save you a lot of trouble, right?"
"But …" The man tilted his head, his words were bloody and cruel. "What if he doesn't wake up?"
"I … I can always stay here and take care of Big Brother." Wei Jing pinched his palms to clear his mind. "I will go to school and move out of the main house. I will live near the hospital."
"Tsk." Wei He made an ambiguous sound. "Your plan is based on the fact that I will spend money to take care of you, but … I! I don't want to spend a single cent on you. "
Wei Jing's face paled, and even the faint color on his lips faded. Fortunately, he had the experience of the previous generation and clearly understood how much Wei He disliked him. At this moment, he tilted his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I will find a way to make money myself."
He had been living with the Wei family for more than a year. In addition to the things his mother had left him when she passed away, he still had about a million yuan in his hands. At this time, one million was not as worthless as it was in the future. The houses in B City were not too expensive. He could buy a smaller house first and keep the rest of the money for his daily life.
At the moment, the internet was still not very developed, and comics were all published in physical books.
Tomorrow, he would buy some drawing paper and brushes and start drawing. Then, he would submit his work. When Weibo came out in two years, he would quickly apply for an account and work hard to become a big internet celebrity. Or, he could even open a treasure shop. In short, he would not starve to death.
Almost instantly, Wei Jing thought of what he should do next.
"Okay, since you said so, you can live well on your own!" Wei He smiled faintly. He waved his hand and turned to leave with the bodyguards in black.
Phew! Wei Jing breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what? The first wave of attacks had finally been stopped.
"Big Brother." The child walked to the bedside and reached out to brush away the hair covering the teenager's face. "Why haven't you woken up yet?"
The Wei family had been very noisy these two days. Almost all of the illegitimate children had come out, hoping that they could catch Wei He's eye and bring them back to the old mansion. However, no one had expected that the first to move into the old mansion would be Wei Min.
It was Wei Min, the person whose mother had hired a servant to kill Wei Zhe, who was still unconscious.
Some people wanted to refute, but the Wei family was Wei He's word. Whatever he said was law. After being rebutted by him indifferently, the group of people had no choice but to give up.
When Wei Jing heard the news, the hand that was wiping Wei He's face paused. The snow-white towel wiped the teenager's hair, leaving an inconspicuous black mark. Wei Jing stared at the handkerchief in a daze. Big Brother had been asleep for 13 days, almost two weeks.
Because of the wound on his head, he couldn't wash his hair. His originally clean and neat hairstyle had become greasy.
The people outside seemed to have forgotten about this piece of heaven and earth. Except for the two caregivers and himself, no one else came to see Wei Zhe.
Wei Jing's nose twitched. He muttered to himself, "Look at you! Why don't you even have a good friend? You're so pitiful now. Except for me, there's no one to accompany you. Eh? Why am I saying this? Big Brother, you haven't wiped your right hand yet. Wait a minute, I'll add some hot water. It's cold. "
The child got up to get the thermos and wanted to add some hot water.
"Wei Jing?" A familiar, slightly hoarse voice sounded with uncertainty.
Wei Jing, who had already turned around, froze. The tears that he had been holding back immediately fell down. He didn't dare to turn around, afraid that this was just a dream or an illusion.
"Wei Jing." This time, his tone was firm.
The child cried out and turned his head abruptly. He ran forward, wanting to throw himself into the teenager's arms. However, he was afraid of touching the teenager's wound, so he stopped by the bed. He looked at the teenager's open, dark eyes, crying and laughing at the same time. He looked like a little lunatic.
The situation now was very strange. Wei Zhe looked like a 13-year-old, but his soul was that of a 26-year-old. After 13 years, he lay on the bed and received treatment from the doctor. However, his gaze was fixed on the child beside him, whose face was covered in tears.
The seven-year-old Wei Xiaojing had a sharp face and big, bright eyes. They were covered in a layer of mist and looked like an exquisite doll.
Why was he so thin? Wei Zhe was displeased. Was he being picky again?
"How many fingers is this?" The doctor in the white coat stretched out three fingers.
Wei Zhe frowned. His face was solemn and his black eyes were like a bottomless abyss. They were unfathomable. He was just a teenager with a thin body, but no one could ignore his presence. Just lying there made it difficult for them to breathe. It was as if they were facing a top predator.
The doctor was so frightened that he took a few steps back. His face was full of fear.
Wei Zhe glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "Are you my attending doctor?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded.
"Get me a smarter one." Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes. "I don't need a doctor who doesn't even need to ask me how many fingers he has."
The doctor was speechless.
Huh? Huh? Wei Jing's eyes widened. Wait, this was different from what was said before. Didn't they say that he would become mentally retarded? Why did he feel that his big brother's aura was stronger? Was it an illusion?
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