Chapter 93
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In the cold corridor of the hospital, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of disinfectant was nauseating.
Wei Zhe was in the middle of a meeting when he received Wei Jing's call. He immediately paused the meeting and hurriedly drove over.
The man stood on the other side of the corridor, panting heavily. He looked at the restless teenager under the light and frowned when he saw the bandage. He walked up to the teenager and softened his tone. "Are you okay?"
Wei Jing shook his head blankly. There were still traces of blood on his face. The bright red color contrasted with his pale face and it was a ghastly sight.
"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay." Wei Zhe reached out and hugged the teenager tightly. His fingertips were trembling and his complexion was not much better than Wei Jing's. God knows how fast his heart was beating when he received the call and heard the person on the other end say that he was on the way to the hospital.
In the blink of an eye, he felt as if he had returned to his previous life. When he received the call from Wei Jing's cell phone number, he hid the joy in his heart and put on a cold and arrogant expression. He thought that if you apologize, I'll forgive you. The next second, he was coldly informed that Wei Jing was dead.
It was not a joke or a prank. He was really dead and turned into a cold corpse. He could not cry, laugh, or speak.
His corpse would be sent to the crematorium and turned into ashes that could not be held.
One moment in heaven, the next moment in hell.
That was it.
Now, he had a second chance. Was history going to repeat itself?
Fortunately, the teenager's last words saved him and pulled him out of his terrible nightmare. After hanging up the phone and coming back to his senses, Wei Zhe realized that his back was covered in a layer of cold sweat on this hot summer day. Part of his shirt was wet.
He hugged the teenager for a few minutes. The warmth and weight in his arms made him feel at ease.
"How is Wei Min?" He asked as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wanted to wipe the blood off the teenager's face.
"Wei Min, he … I don't know, but there was a lot of blood … He lost a lot of blood …" Wei Jing looked up. His dark eyes were no longer able to shed tears. He seemed to be numb. "He won't die, right? He was still alive before … I … I was the one who should have died. "
"He'll be fine. He'll be fine."
Although it was a little immoral and could even be considered despicable, Wei Zhe was very glad that Wei Jing was still in his arms. He was not the one lying in the cold operating room. That was great! Of being able to talk to him.
Xu Gen and He Di followed closely behind Wei Zhe. He Di's eyes were red and her face was ashen. It was obvious that she had cried a few times along the way.
This was the first time Xu Gen and Wei Min had met. They didn't have any feelings for him. They just sighed. He was such a nice person! Something happened just like that. There was no warning at all.
. During this time, the door of the operating room opened and closed several times. The nurses came and went in a hurry. Even though they were wearing masks, their anxiety could be seen. Every time the door opened, Wei Jing and the others' eyes would shine brightly. As time passed, the light became dimmer and dimmer.
The fiery red sun had set. It was dark outside, like a monster.
Every minute and every second became abnormally slow at this moment. It was like a tape with a stuck case, intermittently moving forward.
After some time, the door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open. The haggard doctor pulled down his mask and said, "His life is not in danger for the time being. The patient's left foot and head injuries are more serious. There may be sequelae in the future. Please be mentally prepared. He will wake up after the anesthesia. He should have symptoms of fever in the next few days …"
"Doctor … I want to ask, what are the sequelae? Is it serious? "Wei Jing asked carefully. Even his breathing became lighter.
"There is a very deep wound on his face. It will leave a scar. As for his foot … it depends on the later treatment. If he recovers well, he will have no problem walking."
Wei Jing's legs went soft and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Wei Zhe, who was behind him, supported him in time. If he recovers well, he will have no problem walking? But what if he recovers badly? Then what would Wei Min become? He would become … a cripple.
The doctors had already left. Wei Min was pushed into the intensive care unit. He looked extremely pitiful. His entire face was wrapped in bandages, and only his eyes, ears, lips, and nose were exposed. Many tubes were inserted into his body, and the machine beside him quietly displayed the teenager's heartbeat and blood pressure.
"He will be fine. We will call the best doctor." Wei Zhe hugged the person in his arms tightly and comforted him carefully. "We can do surgery on his face. The plastic surgery industry is very advanced now. We can slowly treat his leg. He will be fine."
"Big Brother." Wei Jing squeezed out this sentence from his throat. "Have you forgotten what Wei Min likes to do the most?"
Wei Zhe was silent.
In his previous life, Wei Min's favorite thing to do was to travel and take photos at the same time. He was like a spinning top, going around the world non-stop. When he saw something he liked, he wanted to eat it. When he saw beautiful scenery, he wanted to capture it in his camera.
But now … where could Wei Min go with his leg injured?
The doctor's words were very clear. Even if he recovered well, he would only be able to walk. If he ran for a long time, his leg would not be able to withstand it.
Not only that, but if it rained in the future, with a leg injury like this, the pain would be unbearable. It would be as if someone had taken a blade and scraped his flesh. It would make him want to pry his leg open and rub it with his hands.
It would be a pain that would follow him for the rest of his life.
Wei Jing had cried too much. His tears had dried up. His eyes silently looked through the glass window at Wei Min, who was quiet like a mummy. He even wanted to roar loudly. Why did you save me? Don't you hate me? Why don't you just continue to hate me?
Why did you pay such a big price for me?
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