The Most Beautiful Years Met You [Thirty-eight] Well, I am here.——He
Because he was drunk, Yu Zhongxiao did not drive by himself. He hailed a taxi at the door of the restaurant and gave the address of the hospital.
In the car, he changed his SIM card and called Yao Lie: "Help me find the contact information of the director of the Public Security Bureau here."
"What happened?" Yao Lie was startled.
"Private matter, write down the number for later use."
Yu Zhongxiao pressed the thumb and middle finger of his left hand against his forehead and heard rapid tapping on the keyboard. Soon Yao Lie's voice came from the receiver: "I found it, I'll send it to you."
Just as I pressed the hang up button, my phone dinged and a text message came in, showing a landline number and a mobile phone number.
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Yu Zhongxiao went directly to the sixth floor. Near Ward 622, there were many people standing there, including doctors and nurses, onlookers of patients, and two policemen.
Qin Shousheng was guarding the door anxiously when he saw a tall man with long legs walking not far away and shouted for help: "Uncle, you are finally here!"
He blocked the door and prevented the police from entering for questioning.
The older policeman stepped forward: "Are you a family member of the little girl inside?"
Yu Zhongxiao glanced at the number on his police uniform from the corner of his eye, and also looked at the number on his police uniform. When he answered, his low male voice was not a test or discussion tone, but he had a calm aura invisibly: "I am her
uncle."
"The little girl hit someone with a thermos filled with water. Now the two victims are still being bandaged. The victim's grandmother called the police and asked for criminal liability."
"If Huanhuan really wanted to hurt someone intentionally, then it wouldn't be as simple as just smashing the thermos next to him." Qin Shousheng interrupted angrily.
The policeman glanced at Qin Shousheng, who was blocking the door, and continued: "After the incident, she locked herself in and refused to let anyone in. The little girl was very excited, and we were worried that she might commit self-harm."
Yu Zhongxiao looked stern, nodded to the policeman, and walked to the door. Qin Shousheng had already stepped aside.
Qin Shousheng looked at the elder hesitantly, and when Yu Zhongxiao's slender fingers grasped the doorknob, he suddenly said: "Little uncle!"
Yu Zhongxiao turned his head, his deep eyes falling on his face.
"There's something I want to tell you." Qin Shousheng's expression was complicated. He walked hesitantly to Yu Zhongxiao and said in a very low voice: "Actually, Huanhuan has -"
…
Ward toilet.
Ye Hehuan hugged his shoulders tightly and sat with his legs curled up between the toilet and the wall. The soles of his feet were still bleeding after stepping on the liner of the thermos.
But she couldn't feel any pain.
A pair of eyes staring at her at the door seemed to flash before her eyes. Ye Hehuan closed her eyes suddenly, inserted her fingers into her hair and pulled it, her scalp ached. She wanted to hide herself, like she used to hide in the closet in Vancouver.
, those self-righteous doctors can’t find her.
She wants to stay away from all the annoying people. It would be nice if she could stay quietly in her own world...
Ye Hehuan lowered her head, and what caught her sight was Bai Xi's bloody feet, and fear suddenly swept through her body.
Morsen clearly said she was fine, but why did she still feel so angry just now? Why couldn't she control her emotions?
There was a confused look on Ye Hehuan's face. She covered her cheeks with both hands. Just now Zhang Ningning looked at her with horror and said she was a 'psychopath'; Ye Zanwen also said before that she had psychological problems, so she wanted to ask a doctor to see her.
;Ye Jingyu has always said that she inherited her mother's brain retardation...
Suddenly, a girl's helpless cry was heard in the bathroom.
Yu Zhongxiao looked around the ward, suddenly heard crying, and walked quickly to the bathroom with long legs.
Pushing open the ajar door, even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, some scenes still shocked him. In the dark corner, Ye Hehuan curled up, with many bloody scratches on her hands and feet. She looked like an abandoned person.
The solitary body seems to be in conflict with the whole world.
Yu Zhongxiao's ears echoed with Qin Shousheng's words - "Huanhuan suffered from schizophrenia and cannot be stimulated."
…
Ye Hehuan's brain was sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic. She didn't know what she was thinking and what she should be thinking about.
Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching, and the next moment, there was a coat with body temperature on her body.
"He Huan..." Yu Zhongxiao called her name in a low voice.
Ye Hehuan raised his head. The curtains were drawn in the bathroom, and the light was not strong. However, in this light, his outline became clearer. A few rays of sunlight fell on Yu Zhongxiao's dark brown shirt, reflecting a faint halo.
It makes his whole person look warm.
Her eyes were scarlet, like a wounded animal, staring warily at the people approaching.
Yu Zhongxiao squatted down, about two steps away from her, and called her name in a very low and mellow voice, as if a single accent would frighten her. He stretched out his gauze-wrapped right hand towards her, a very friendly and slow gesture.
Actions.
Ye Hehuan lowered her eyes and looked down at the big hand stretched out under her eyes. It was a little darker than wheat. The fingers were slender, with no flesh on them, and the bones and joints were sharp. His hand seemed to contain endless power. She slowly raised her hand,
Hold his two warm fingers.
Then, a tall shadow covered her head.
The man's strong arms went around her legs and he held her in his arms.
Smelling the familiar breath and listening to his steady heartbeat, Ye Hehuan's chaotic mind became clear. She raised her head and saw Yu Zhongxiao's stern profile. She held her arms tightly around his shoulders and buried her head in his arms.
Inside, he choked: "Little uncle..."
"Yes, I'm here." Yu Zhongxiao tightened his hand on her shoulder.
She suddenly panicked again: "Uncle, are you also here to arrest me and take me to the police station?"
Yu Zhongxiao's low voice was like a warm current injected into her cold body. He said: "No need to go to the police station, we will transfer her to the hospital."
"You really don't need to go to the police station?"
Yu Zhongxiao took two steps outside, lowered his head and looked into her tear-filled eyes: "Why go to the police station if you have nothing to do? It's too messy here. I'll take you to go through the transfer procedures."
She breathed a sigh of relief and pressed her face against his arms, her thin shoulders still trembling slightly.
The two police officers had already come in and were stunned when they saw the little girl being carried out of the bathroom, especially when they saw the blood-stained feet.
Yu Zhongxiao pressed his little head into his arms, and pulled up a corner of his coat to block the policeman's looking gaze at Ye Hehuan. He looked at the older policeman: "In this matter, we also
We reserve the right to pursue the legal responsibility of the two people who broke into the ward without permission."
The deep baritone voice seemed to hit people's hearts, and the tone was serious, with a bit of coldness that could not be ignored.
The policeman was startled. These days, those who beat people are more arrogant than those who are beaten?
The cell phone of the little policeman next to him rang. He answered the call and answered a few words respectfully: "My master? I'm here. Please wait."
As he said that, he handed the mobile phone to the old policeman, covered the phone and said with his lips: "Director..."
The old policeman just heard what the leader on the other end of the phone said, and his face changed slightly. He immediately looked at the man blocked by them, and then moved out of the way. Yu Zhongxiao pursed his thin lips into a straight line, without saying anything.
After saying more, he hugged Ye Hehuan and went straight out of the ward.
…
Qin Shousheng has been waiting outside the door.
Ye Hehuan nestled in Yu Zhongxiao's arms, his whole body wrapped in a black coat, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.
Yan Yu came towards this direction with gauze on his forehead, followed by Zhang Ningning, barely able to keep up with him at a trot: "Ayu, you are injured, don't walk so fast -"
But he suddenly stopped.
Zhang Ningning almost bumped into him. She followed Yan Yu's line of sight curiously and saw the man holding Ye Hehuan at the door of the ward.
Almost instantly, Zhang Ningning fell silent.
The dark brown shirt and black trousers make the man strong and slender. There is an indescribable aura on his body, with a bit of blood. When he is silent and does not speak, maybe one of his eyes can turn over a four or five-year-old man.
The child is frightened and cries.
However, according to her understanding, Ye Hehuan's family does not seem to have such outstanding and respectable relatives. How can a family with a father who cheated on his mistress and a mother who is mentally ill be better? Isn't it just that they live in a sloping tube building all year round, and every day at home?
Filled with the sound of fathers beating and scolding children?
What makes Zhang Ningning curious is how did Ye Hehuan, who grew up in such a family background, get out of the country...
She also saw the rude gangster in the restaurant, who had dyed silver hair, and tugged on Yan Yu's sleeves, fearing that he would suffer a loss: "Ah Yu..."
Yan Yu stood there, motionless, just staring at Yu Zhongxiao's face.
At a glance just now, Yan Yu recognized him. He was exactly the person Ye Hehuan said on the bus, "the person he likes now." After removing the oil paint, his facial features were very straight, especially his eyes, which were double-skinned and had larger-than-average eye contours.
Orientals are profound, their eyes are deep and determined, their noses are very high and straight, and their thin lips have sharp edges.
Yu Zhongxiao heard the noise and glanced over to them.
But it was only a glance, without much expression on his face, as if he briefly looked at Yan Yu, and then walked towards the elevator on the other side with Ye Hehuan in his arms.
Qin Shousheng followed closely, and did not forget to turn around and give a middle finger gesture before leaving.
Zhang Ningning looked away from the elevator and looked at Yan Yu again. Seeing his absent-minded expression, she called him softly: "Ayu, are you okay?"
Yan Yu's throat trembled slightly. Seeing Ye Hehuan being taken away by that man, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
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Ye Hehuan was transferred to a private hospital.
When she was carried out of the People's Hospital by Yu Zhongxiao and put in the back seat of the car, she raised her eyelids, saw it was him, closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
Ye Hehuan had a brief dream——
She squatted in the shadow of a tree, and a man walked up to her, stretched out his hand to her, and gently called her "Julie". His generous palm stroked her hair, and a military green shirt came into her sight. She couldn't wait.
She raised her head, and he was looking at her with a smile.
At that moment, she saw his face clearly.
The clearly distinguishable facial features, just like that, crashed into her heart unexpectedly.
…
Sudden voices rang in his ears. Ye Hehuan opened his eyes quietly and found that he was lying in a neat ward.
Compared with the ward where I lived before, the equipment conditions here seem to be better.
There is a needle stuck in the back of the left hand and an intravenous drip is being placed.
Ye Hehuan turned to look at the door. Through the glass window on the door, she saw a dark brown back, tall and tall. She had already guessed that it was Yu Zhongxiao standing outside the door talking to the doctor. She looked at his figure silently.
, I couldn’t take my eyes away for a while.
She couldn't help but think of the dream she had had.
When Yu Zhongxiao finished chatting with the doctor and turned around to open the door, Ye Hehuan quickly closed his eyes and pulled up the quilt.
She heard the doorknob twisting, and soon the door was gently closed again.
Yu Zhongxiao had already walked to the side of the bed without any other expression. After standing there for five minutes or fifteen minutes, Ye Hehuan heard the sound of a chair being dragged, and then Yu Zhongxiao's voice: "Are you awake?"
His tone was very firm. Ye Hehuan knew he couldn't pretend anymore, so he pulled away the quilt and rubbed his eyes as if he had just woken up: "Uncle..."
"Yes." Yu Zhongxiao responded seriously. The black coat was hanging on his waist and he was only wearing a shirt: "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as he reminded her, Ye Hehuan felt pain in many places on her body, including the appendicitis wound on her abdomen, and on her two feet. When her toes moved, she realized that her feet were wrapped with gauze or something like that. She also found that several of her
Every finger is covered with a band-aid.
"Don't have sex casually in the past two days. Pay attention to the wound on your abdomen." Yu Zhongxiao suddenly warned.
Ye Hehuan hummed in a low voice and did not raise her head. Maybe it was because of that dream that she felt a little uncomfortable when facing Yu Zhongxiao. Suddenly she didn't know what kind of expression she should use to face him. He sat there without saying anything.
As she spoke, she curled her fingers to pinch the quilt, not even daring to take a breath.
"Why doesn't the little girl speak?"
Ye Hehuan had never heard him make fun of herself like this before. She raised her head to look at him in shock. After seeing the smile in his eyes, her cheeks and ears felt hot. She looked around but refused to fall on him and clenched her fingers tightly.
Quilt: "My mouth is just a little thirsty, so I don't want to talk..."
She spoke softer and softer, until the last few words were slurred, and she didn't know if he heard them clearly.
She remembered what happened in the afternoon one after another. After Zhang Ningning dragged her away, she got off the bed and closed the door. Her first reaction was to call Yu Zhongxiao. It seemed that in her mind, the only person she could trust at the moment was her uncle.
…
Ye Hehuan glanced at Yu Zhongxiao again and saw that he was looking down at his mobile phone. She looked around and asked casually: "Where is Qin Shousheng?"
"It's too late now, let him go to the hotel to rest first."
Yu Zhongxiao looked up from his mobile phone and saw the calm and playful expression on her face.
Ye Hehuan always felt that the way he looked at her was different from before, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Thinking of the trouble she had caused in the hospital, her heart tightened and she looked at Yu Zhongxiao with some anxiety: "Uncle, I
Did it cause trouble for you again?"
If she remembered correctly, Yan Yu's grandmother said she asked the nanny to call the police...
"It's not a big trouble, you don't have to worry about it," he said.
Ye Hehuan lowered his head and said in a very soft voice: "I'm sorry——"
Yu Zhongxiao didn't expect that she would apologize. He was stunned for a moment, with a faint smile in his eyes: "It's a good thing for children to know how to say sorry."
Ye Hehuan's face became even hotter, and he muttered: "You're not that old, and you talk in an old-fashioned way..."
"Compared to today's children, I am indeed old."
He was sitting in a very casual posture, with his folded hands resting casually on his knees, and he said matter-of-factly: "You can't ask too much from an old man who only knows Stephen Chow."
"..."
After a while, Ye He said cheerfully: "Did I scare you this afternoon?"
"What do you mean?"
"I...I used to see many psychiatrists in Vancouver." As she said that, she glanced at Yu Zhongxiao and saw that his expression was as usual, biting his inner lip, and it was hard to say: "My father brought them all, but Morsen
They say I have recovered, and I haven’t taken medicine for a long time, but I don’t know why I felt like this again yesterday..."
She tried hard to tell him that she was not a psychopath, but sadly found that she could not formulate words that would convince him.
Yu Zhongxiao didn't speak or move, he just looked at her with extremely deep eyes.
Ye Hehuan suddenly wanted to cry, but she told herself that she couldn't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness and would only bore others. She just lowered her eyelids and picked at her fingernails habitually.
A soft sigh came to my ears.
Yu Zhongxiao stood up, stood condescendingly beside her, and touched her head.
