"You are all waiting to collect the bodies -? Go call the doctor -" he growled angrily, pressing one hand on Wen Xinnuan's chest to test her heartbeat.
At that moment, his heartbeat seemed to be still...
The infusion bag drips fluid quietly.
The room was crowded with doctors, who lowered their heads and reported Wen Xinnuan's condition.
Ji Ziang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that she only had a skin injury and her head was smashed, and that her life was not in danger.
Wen Xinnuan was not seriously injured, but she was too emotional, and she was afraid she would do something again when she woke up.
We can't tie her up and tie her to the bed for the rest of her life.
"Luo Lei... Luo Lei..."
Her lips were dry, she whispered softly like a babble, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.
Ji Ziang used a towel to gently absorb her sweat to prevent it from flowing to the wound.
"Big bastard..."
Cold tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Ji Ziang's eyes were bottomless and dark. Eight years ago, he was the first to meet her, but Luo Lei got there first.
Wen Xinnuan kept murmuring in pain, and from time to time, she whispered the child's name in a low voice:
"bill... why is bill ignoring me..."
"Bill, don't leave mom behind..."
A deep light flashed in Ji Ziang's eyes, he turned around and told the servant a few words.
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When Wen Xinnuan woke up, his whole head was dizzy and lacked oxygen.
As soon as she opened her eyelids, the servant looked at her in surprise: "Miss Wen, please don't move, you've hurt your head..."
Wen Xinnuan's empty eyes turned.
Seeing the infusion tube on her arm, she lifted it up heavily and was about to pull out the needle.
"Miss Wen, you can't pull it out!"
Wen Xinnuan sat up fiercely, her strength had never been greater.
"It is said that young Master Bill got into a fight with other children this afternoon, and his character became more and more withdrawn..."
bill?
This name gave her a way out of her chaotic thinking.
Seeing Wen Xinnuan calm down, the servant whispered:
"Ms. Wen, can I help you get through the phone now?"
According to Mr. Ji's instructions, the servant answered Bill's phone.
"What's up?"
The son's voice came, as distant as in the dream, with his usual indifference in his tone.
Wen Xinnuan burst into tears...
As Bill got older, his personality became more and more withdrawn, and he spoke less to Wen Xinnuan.
I forgot how long it had been since I heard him call his mother.
During the phone call, Wen Xinnuan was mostly talking, and Bill just answered perfunctorily.
Wen Xinnuan said she wanted to see him, but Bill immediately resisted and said, "No, I'm very busy."
Wen Xinnuan's eyes were disappointed. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her son, but every time she asked to see her son, he would reject her.
"Bill doesn't want his mother?"
"I'm going to class soon," he changed the subject, "I'm hanging up."
"Bill!" Wen Xinnuan called him anxiously, "Why...why have you become so indifferent to your mother?"
Bill was silent for a long time and then hung up the line.
Wen Xinnuan held the receiver tightly and heard the busy signal from the other side...
"Miss Wen, Mr. Bill got into a fight with other children." The servant reminded repeatedly.
Wen Xinnuan returned to his attention slowly: "Group fighting, why?"
The servant immediately contacted Bill's teacher.
After ending the call, Wen Xinnuan leaned on the bed and fell into meditation for a long time.