Shen Yutang's infection and fever were more serious than Qi Yuan thought.
It stands to reason that he should get an injection and a hanging bottle to control his condition quickly, but Shen Yuzhi refused and only wanted to stay by Qi Yuan's side.
I took anti-inflammatory drugs to reduce fever, and the fever kept coming back for two days.
When Shen Yutang woke up the next day, he was sweating, and his fever completely subsided.
The drowsy eyes woke up, and when he saw Qi Yuan standing by his side, Shen Yutang shouted in a somewhat erratic voice, "Ayuan?"
Qi Yuan whispered: "I'm here."
Shen Yutang actually felt sad because of these two words.
It was like the treasure Xiao had been thinking about for many years suddenly opened his eyes one day and was right next to him.
Qi Yuan didn't know how the man was feeling at this time, so when he saw that his fever had subsided, he got down to business.
"Shen Yuzhi, can you please stop locking me up?"
When talking about business, Qi Yuan's voice became a little more serious.
Shen Yutang's previous joy was shattered instantly, and he said with a cold face: "You still want to leave me? I won't allow it."
Qi Yuan said calmly: "I'm not leaving, I have important things to do, and I still want to continue participating in the Chinese Painting Exhibition."
Shen Yutang said paranoidly: "What do you want to do, just tell me and I can help you."
"No, you can't. I can only do those things myself."
She is revenge and atonement.
No one can go for her.
Shen Yutang had a stern look on his face, turned around and left. After a while, he brought a syringe.
Like a white-eyed wolf trying to burn bridges, Qi Yuan would be given injections of medicine that would prevent him from walking as soon as his fever subsided.
Qi Yuan took a deep look at Shen Yutang. She lowered her head and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
There was no struggle to stop her, she just sat quietly, her loving eyes seemed disappointed and sad.
The out-of-control Shen Yutang was dangerous and bloodthirsty, but he never wanted to hurt Qi Yuan. He just wanted her to be unable to walk and not leave.
Shen Yutang was unaware of Qi Yuan's sadness.
He injected Qi Yuan with medicine to ensure that she had no feeling in her legs, so she felt at ease.
In this way, Ah Yuan would not be able to leave, nor would she lie to him and say that he wanted to come back, but he didn't come back.
After the potion was injected into Qi Yuan's leg, Qi Yuan stopped talking.
It was as if he was too tired to speak.
In fact, I wanted to use this method to silently protest.
After she stopped talking, Shen Yutang became obviously more anxious than before.
It was like a stolen doll that was broken, but he didn't know where it was broken, so he could only watch helplessly and anxiously as her condition became worse and worse day by day.
"Ayuan, was today's lunch delicious?"
"Ayuan, do you want to read a book? I will read to you."
"Ah Yuan, don't you like painting? Do you want me to find you some painting paper and paint?"
Qi Yuan just sat quietly. Shen Yuzhi now was exactly the same as when she was imprisoned in the imperial garden after she lost her sight.
At first she thought it was Shen Yuzhi who was perverted and pretending to be in love, but she didn't expect that it wasn't pretending at all. He seemed to have always liked her.
It's just this love that makes people suffocate.
Qi Yuan's eyes held a kind of dead silence as he looked at the man in front of him indifferently.
She couldn't fight back or take revenge.
All that can be done is this silent protest.
When Shen Yutang saw what he said, Qi Yuan ignored him. In this silent atmosphere, he felt a little frightened: "Ah Yuan, you...just pay attention to me."
Qi Yuan still ignored him.
She must leave.
Two more days passed like this.
Today is the day of the finals of the Chinese Painting Exhibition.
The time is at two o'clock in the afternoon.
Qi Yuan does not have a mobile phone or a computer to access the Internet. She is not even sure whether she has entered the finals.
If we only talk about painting skills, then there is no problem. Those are the painting skills that she honed with blood and life in despair in her previous life.
But the problem is that the painting is too dark and may not be recognized.
The fact is just as Qi Yuan thought.
Her painting did cause quite a bit of controversy.
The jury of the Chinese Painting Exhibition even held a special discussion for this painting.
An old man spoke first: "What is there to discuss? It is undeniable that this is a good work."
Immediately there were objections: "I don't think so. The important point of traditional Chinese painting is conception. The artistic conception of this painting simply makes people feel malicious. I even suspect that the person who painted this work may have a bad character."
"Are you going to kill a genius' chance because of your so-called conjecture?"
"This is not a conjecture, this is a fact. Geniuses and madmen are often just on the thin line."
"I reserve my opinion, but I think she should be given a chance. I have seen her green pine painting in the preliminary competition. It is completely different from this painting. There is a kind of hope in the perseverance. Maybe she is just able to control various styles. "
"Then let's vote."
The judges began to vote, and the final result was five to five.
Everyone's eyes turned to the special guest judge who had been silent, Li Hongjun.
"Mr. Li, what do you think?"
Li Hongjun said matter-of-factly: "Of course I vote in favor."
"Mr. Li, are you showing favoritism to your students?"
Li Hongjun said confidently: "Why, I don't favor my students, how can I still favor you?"
Reviewer: "..."
Seeing that this debate continues, it is almost endless.
The main judge directly made the decision, "Okay, that's it, 6 to 5, let her enter the finals."
Only then did Li Hongjun leave in a swaggering manner.
He just came here to keep an eye on him, and he didn't dare to be unfair to his little apprentice, so don't even think about it.
As if he had won a battle, Li Hongjun slowly slumped his shoulders again.
He hadn't seen Qi Yuan since the painting in the Cultural Center.
Qi Yuan is obviously not in good condition, and I don't know if he has recovered.
Until the day of the finals, Li Hongjun could not contact Qi Yuan.
He was extremely anxious and hurriedly went to the old city to find someone.
When he came to the old city, he saw the door of No. 32 open. Thinking that Qi Yuan was at home, Li Hongjun walked over quickly, but he bumped into several men walking out of the room.
Li Hongjun was stunned: "What are you doing here?"
Walking out of the room one after another, Jun Shan, Lu Ling, Song Xiao...and An Yu.
Everyone was stunned.
Song Xiao frowned and said, "My master is not at home. They are here... to take care of An Yu. We are about to send him to kindergarten."
Li Hongjun asked doubtfully: "You guys are here to send a child to kindergarten?"
Lu Ling didn't even realize that she had successfully been classified as a grown man.
Because this excuse was so idiotic, several people glared at Song Xiao, a fool.
Song Xiao nodded innocently: "Well, An Yu is being bullied. Let's go support him."
Li Hongjun didn't want to talk nonsense with these young people, so he directly asked the question he was concerned about: "Where did Qi Yuan go?"
Afraid that Song Xiao would say something unreliable again, Junshan rushed to speak and said, "We don't know either. We have something urgent to go out."
Li Hongjun's brows tightened and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened: "At two o'clock this afternoon, the finals of the Chinese Painting Exhibition will be held. Can she come back?"
Junshan paused for a moment, then nodded firmly: "She will come back."
