That night, the lights at Feng Heng's house were kept on all night long. Mo Bei was drunk and burst into tears. Even crying could not alleviate the pain in his heart, so he began to hit things with his fists.
Glass coffee table, TV, mirror vase...
While these objects were smashed by his fists, his hands and arms also became bloody and bloody.
It's as if the pain in my hands can be relieved a little.
That night, Feng Heng had to stop Mo Bei again and apologize over and over again to the neighbors who came to express their dissatisfaction.
The house was in a mess, and Mo Bei's blood was all splashed on the floor and walls. Those who didn't know better thought it was a murder scene!
In the end, Feng Heng had no choice but to work with several male neighbors to tie up Mo Bei with a rope and send him to the hospital. He was given a sedative injection and the doctor treated his wound after he fell asleep.
Under the dual effects of sedatives and alcohol, Mo Bei didn't wake up until sunset the next day.
Opening his eyes, his vision became clear from blur, and he saw the hanging bottle hanging above.
He's back in the hospital again!
It's just that this time the infusion, the infusion needle was not inserted into the hand. His hands and arms had been beaten up last night and had many stitches. They were swollen beyond appearance, so the doctor had no choice but to prick his feet.
Needle.
There were countless large and small wounds on his hands and arms, but he felt no pain, only numbness. Even his heart was like this, numb, numb, and lost all consciousness.
His eyes were open, and he seemed to be awake, but he didn't seem to be fully awake. No matter how Feng Heng called him from the side, he didn't respond. He stared at the people in the hospital ward without blinking.
White ceiling in a daze.
"Mo Bei, would you like some porridge?"
"Why don't you drink some water? Your mouth is already dry and peeling!"
No matter what Feng Heng said, Mo Bei still didn't react. Oh no, it can't be said that he didn't react at all, he was crying.
Tears gathered at the end of his eyes and fell onto the pillow. The pillowcase was wet with tears. He just cried silently. In the end, the tears dried up and his eyes became redder and redder.
Still not eating or drinking.
Feng Heng had no choice but to go and tell the doctor to give him some nutrient solution to maintain his health, so that he could live a good life and not starve to death!
He had to rely on the doctor's diazepam to sleep. Every time he fell asleep, Feng Heng dared to put eye drops into his eyes, and then he dared to wet Mo Bei's lips and mouth with a cotton ball dipped in water over and over again.
In this way, Mo Bei stayed in the hospital without saying a word for seven days. During these seven days, Feng Heng watched him every step of the way. When he was tired and sleepy, he would lie down on the empty bed next to him and take a nap.
When Zhen Zhen came to the hospital to see them, he saw two people with sunken eye sockets and skinny bones.
Mo Bei still didn't speak. Even when he looked at him seriously, he couldn't give him a look.
Feng Heng said to Zheng Zheng beside the bed: "Have you seen it? It's this state. When I'm awake with my eyes open, I stare at the roof motionless. I can't sleep until I get an injection. No one pays attention to me. I don't eat or sleep. I don't drink."
"
He looked at Mo Bei seriously for a while, then suddenly took Feng Heng's collar and pressed Feng Heng in front of Mo Bei's eyes.
"Look for yourself, what has Feng Heng looked like when he took care of you in the hospital these days? Wasn't he just dumped by a woman? What happened? You are no longer alive? What will happen to you even if you die?
?Only people who care about you will feel sorry for you. A woman who has changed her heart will not change her mind even if you die in front of her."
"Seriously!" Feng Heng winked at him, "Don't say such words to irritate him! He is already uncomfortable enough!"
He pushed Feng Heng away seriously and said in a deep voice: "Just say it! Why don't you say it?"
"But he is like this now..."
He seriously ignored Feng Heng and continued to scold Mo Bei: "You're worthless! People who have served as soldiers are not afraid of life or death, so why can't they think about this? Isn't she greedy for wealth? Then you will become something she can't reach.
Isn't this noble person a member of the Ruan family?
I have disliked their family for a long time. Not only I, but also many businessmen cannot understand their way of being a dominant family and using means to suppress others. Cheer up and kill the Ruan family. Are you still worried about this?
?Then that money-worshiping girl won’t be able to cry and beg you for forgiveness?”
Feng Heng couldn't stop his serious mouth, so he could only look at Mo Bei with a worried look, wary that Mo Bei would collapse again after being scolded by seriousness, and he didn't know what shocking behavior Mo Bei would do by then.
"Eh?" Feng Heng suddenly noticed that Mo Bei's eyes were moving. He blinked slowly a few times, then turned his eyes to look at Serious, "Serious, look, Mo Bei has a little reaction."
Mo Bei opened his mouth, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound. Feng Heng fed him some water with a spoon, and then he was serious and could barely understand what he meant.
He was asking seriously, "If you kill the Ruan family, will she come back and beg me?"
His forehead twitched solemnly, and he casually said that the ancestors of the Ruan family were businessmen, and his family's business was like a huge tree root spreading everywhere. This towering tree that could be seen with the eyes was difficult to shake.
, not to mention the tangled tree roots underneath the soil!
But looking at Mo Bei's eyes, there was finally some luster, and he was no longer dead silent. He nodded seriously: "Yes, since she left you for money, she will definitely come back to beg you for money."
Mo Bei sat up from the bed. After lying there for so many days, he felt dizzy and swayed. After he sat firmly, he stared seriously and said, "I want to learn business, I want to go to school."
Ruan Guoqiang said that he was illiterate, but he did not want to be illiterate.
"It's simple. There is an adult university in Beijing that specializes in cultivating business elites. They can not only obtain academic qualifications, but also learn real and practical knowledge. Students who graduate from there have their own achievements in the business world, large or small.
Achievements. As for the size of your achievements, it depends on your own ability. If you want to go, I will help you."
"Go."
"Um."
He stayed in the hospital for a few more days. Although he barely spoke these days, at least he could eat on time and cooperate with the doctor's treatment.
After these few days, the wounds on Mo Bei's body were no longer serious.
Serious personally flew to Beijing to help him inquire about schooling. The enrollment requirements for this major are not high, but the tuition fees are extremely high, so even if most people want to study, they will be deterred by the high tuition fees.
Zheng Zheng paid him four years of tuition fees at once. He came back and gave the tuition receipt to Mo Bei and told him to keep it. Mo Bei was stunned when he saw the number on the receipt.
So much money? If he knew that there was so much money, he would have to think about it carefully. It can be said that the money would drain him dry.
He held his shoulders seriously and said, "You don't have to pay back the money. Just study hard. When you find a good project in the future, can you just drag me in and make a fortune?"