At eight o'clock the next morning, Longcheng Central Hospital.
In a special care ward, a listless and sallow-looking Kong Zhenghui was lying on the bed, staring blankly at a TV hanging on the wall opposite.
There were boring internet programs on TV, but Kong Zhenghui didn't seem to care much. He just used this method to pass his time and relieve his boredom.
When Kong Zhenghui was rescued that day, a long time had passed. The palm of his right hand was completely smashed, the bones were shattered, and there was inflammation.
In the end, the hospital had no choice but to amputate the entire right hand. Now, only the white gauze wrapped around the wrist of his right arm was left.
After a while, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Kong Zhengqi walked in and said hello softly: "Brother, are you watching TV?"
"Well, just take a look and pass the time." Kong Zhenghui said, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV with a snap.
He supported his body with one hand, slowly sat up, and said to his cousin: "Sit down."
"Eh!"
Kong Zhengqi pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed. Then he picked up the kettle on the bedside table and poured a glass of water for Kong Zhenghui: "Brother, drink water."
Kong Zhenghui took the water glass with his left hand and glanced at him: "How is the old man doing?"
Kong Zhengqi shook his head and sighed: "Oh... the old man hasn't eaten recently."
Hearing this, Kong Zhenghui's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say anything.
Kong Zhenghui has been recovering from his injuries these days, but he asked Kong Zhengqi to help him take care of the old man.
The two were silent for a while, and Kong Zhengqi suddenly said: "Brother, Lao Huang contacted me twice. I took a look at the plan he made for us, and I think it is feasible."
Hearing this, Kong Zhenghui waved his hand: "I haven't thought about it now, and I don't want to talk about it."
Kong Zhengqi hesitated to speak, but looking at his cousin's face, he finally swallowed his words back in his stomach and stopped trying to persuade him.
The two fell silent again. At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and a young nurse pushed the dining cart and walked in with a creak: "Mr. Kong, your breakfast is ready."
When you stay in the special care unit, the hospital will be responsible for three meals a day. The nutrition is balanced, which is also helpful for wound recovery.
Kong Zhenghui said: "Leave it here, you go out first."
The young nurse glanced at Kong Zhengqi who was sitting beside the bed, nodded and left the ward.
After the nurse left, Kong Zhengqi stood up and pulled the dining cart over, saying, "Brother, let me feed you."
Kong Zhenghui waved his hand slightly impatiently: "No, I can eat it myself. You go take care of the old man. Remember to visit the company in the afternoon."
Kong Zhengqi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll leave first."
"Um."
After sending his cousin away, Kong Zhenghui walked down from the hospital bed, came to the dining car, and brought the food one by one to the table next to him.
The food is freshly cooked and a little hot.
After Kong Zhenghui brought the two plates of dishes to the table, he went to bring the steaming soup.
"grass!"
Unexpectedly, he was burned by the hot soup bowl, his fingers seemed to be pricked by needles, and he subconsciously let go.
The soup bowl fell to the ground. At that moment, Kong Zhenghui reacted almost instinctively and caught it with his right hand.
"Crack!"
The soup bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The hot soup spread everywhere, soaking his trouser legs and making his calves tremble.
Kong Zhenghui stayed there, looking at the broken bowl on the ground, his mind in a mess.
If you can't even catch a bowl while riding a horse, isn't this a waste?
In the blink of an eye, anger, unwillingness, and resentment, all kinds of negative emotions seemed to be spilled into Kong Zhenghui's head like an overturned soup bowl.
"grass!"
He roared, his eyes turned red, he raised his foot and kicked the dining car down.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
All the bowls were smashed to pieces, the food was spilled on the floor, and the oily soup was everywhere.
Kong Zhenghui sat down on the bed, holding his hair with his left hand, looking at his trembling severed hand with red eyes, feeling very painful in his heart.
The nurse outside the door heard the sound of something being knocked over and rushed in. Seeing his appearance, she asked worriedly: "Mr. Kong, what's wrong with you?"
Kong Zhenghui endured the extremely violent emotions in his heart, his eyes were fierce, and his voice was suppressed and he said to her: "I'm fine, you can go out."
"Mr. Kong, let me help you clean up..."
"go out!"
The nurse understood the patient's emotions very well, not to mention that the patient was in the special care ward. She didn't say anything and walked out the door silently.
At this moment, Kong Zhengqi ran in with a pale face and said to Kong Zhenghui in a panic: "Brother... eldest... uncle is gone...!"
Kong Zhenghui was stunned.
…
An hour later, in Yu Mingyuan's villa.
Wa Wa and Wen Xiaorou were sitting on the big sofa in the living room, looking at the photo albums on display.
Although the wedding photos of Wa Wa and Tan Mingchao were taken, Yu Mingyuan and Wen Xiaorou's wedding photos were not taken yet. They took advantage of the opportunity to study it together.
The doll picked out one of the exquisite photo albums and recommended: "This studio is very good. I used it last time."
Wen Xiaorou took it and turned it over in her hand: "It's pretty good..."
While the two were talking, Yu Mingyuan hurriedly walked downstairs, his face a little solemn.
He looked at the two women and said softly: "You guys wait here while I go out."
Wen Xiaorou asked: "Why are you going?"
Yu Mingyuan sighed: "Zhenghui's father is gone, I have to go there."
Wen Xiaorou's face became serious, she stood up and said, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
Yu Mingyuan waved his hand: "No, I'll go by myself."
With that, he said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and left the villa. When he got in the car, he called Zhou Tonghui: "Hey, have you heard that Zhenghui's father is gone?"
Zhou Tonghui also said softly: "I heard... I'm on my way there."
Yu Mingyuan nodded: "Okay, let's go together and see you at the Kong family later."
…
At the same time, Longcheng Airport.
Dabai's plane has just arrived at Longcheng.
He brought more than a dozen guards from the Blackwater Corps with him. As soon as he got off the plane, he was picked up by the security personnel from the General Bureau and put in the car.
Soon, a motorcade left the airport and headed for the hotel where they were staying.
Dabai was sitting in a spacious car, squinting his eyes and thinking about who to call first.
"Dip Lingling!"
At this moment, the phone rang first. Dabai glanced at it and picked up the phone: "Hey, what's the matter?"
Su Tianbei's voice rang: "Have you arrived at Dragon City?"
Dabai nodded: "I just arrived and am walking to the hotel."
Su Tianbei said in a low voice: "Zhenghui's father is gone."
"well."
Dabai sighed and immediately replied: "Okay, then I'll go there now."
After saying that, the two hung up the phone, and Dabai rushed to the receptionist sitting in the passenger seat and said: "Let's go to Kong's house. Kong Zhenghui's father is gone. I'll go over and take a look."
The receptionist thought for a moment and said: "The funeral over there will probably be more chaotic. We need to strengthen security."
Dabai nodded and said: "Don't make it too obvious, we are all acquaintances."
…
Dragon City Overall Bureau.
Gu Baishun sat in the office, called a young man who was working under him, explained a few words, and finally said: "Okay, you can go."
Guo Zhengdao was sitting aside. When he heard this, he couldn't help but interjected: "Would you like to make a call to Bureau Su first?"
Gu Baishun waved his hand: "It's just a routine question, what should I call? Okay, let's go and do it."