When Wu Xie woke up, he was already in the hospital.
The fat man in the bed opposite was wearing a cast and chatting with the little nurse. When he saw him waking up, he immediately came to him and asked how he was.
Just as Wu Xie was about to speak, he couldn't stop vomiting. The fat man told him that he had a concussion, which was a bit serious, but he probably wouldn't become a fool.
Wu Xie saw that his chest and arms were also in plaster.
The fat man motioned for him to lie down first, and then said to him: "You are really lucky, you have twelve broken bones in your body. When we sent you to the hospital, we almost thought you could not be saved."
The fat man took the cell phone with his free hand and made a call. It seems that he is reporting peace to someone.
Wu Xie's mind was buzzing at this moment, and he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. I could only vaguely hear something, like people are fine, don't worry, that kind of thing.
Wu Xie was lying on the bed, feeling like everything was spinning around him quickly. He didn't dare to move easily, and he felt like vomiting whenever he moved.
This situation lasted for two days, and he finally recovered from this dizzy situation.
But he couldn't speak.
The doctor said he was suffering from the sequelae of a concussion and would be fine in a few days. He had no choice but to gesture and ask Fatty where the others were.
At first he thought they were in another ward, but now it seemed that he and Fatty were the only ones in this hospital.
The fat man said that Xie Yuchen broke his leg and nothing else happened. He had already returned to Beijing when he was unconscious. Only then did Wu Xie know that he had been in a coma for three days.
Fatty and Wu Xie told him to rest assured that Hua Ye had already paid for the medical expenses. He gave him 50,000 yuan in one go, which was enough for them to be raised here and almost discharged from the hospital.
Wu Xie compared it for a long time, and the fat man pretended not to understand.
He was so angry that he had to go to the nurse, ask for the font, and draw a few pictures tremblingly.
A bottle that looks like a mallet, a pair of glasses, and a bird-like creature that appears to be constipated.
It's not that he wanted to draw like this. The main reason is that his hand is not very good at the moment, and the writing is mushy. It's good to be able to draw it.
The fat man took a look and wanted to say that he couldn't understand, but Wu Xie almost slapped the painting on his face, so he could only say vaguely: "They are fine, otherwise who would send us to the hospital?"
On the fourth day, Wu Xie was finally able to speak. He first called Wang Meng and asked about the situation in the store. After learning that his father had called him several times recently, he asked if his third uncle was there. After hearing the news, I started to report to my family that I was safe, saying that I was traveling abroad and would go back in a few days.
In the next few days, Fatty took him downstairs to bask in the sun when he had nothing to do. He said that if he spent more time in the sun and replenished calcium, he would recover faster.
Wu Xie tried to contact Zhang Haiyan, but after calling several times, a woman's voice came on the other side, telling him that the phone you dialed has been turned off.
Wu Xie thought about it and stopped fighting. Anyway, it's okay if he fell like this, so what can happen to them.
Wu Xiehe and Fatty were discharged from the hospital a month later.
The two parted at the airport.
After Wu Xie returned home, he turned on his computer, contacted people he knew, asked them for some information about the She Kingdom, and gave a general introduction to the situation of the Bronze Tree.
After waiting for a while, I saw a reply to a post about the Snake-browed Bronze Fish that I had posted when I came out of Xisha.
It says: The fish is here for me.
Wu Xie frowned slightly, then lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and typed a few words on the keyboard.
How much does it cost per pound?
Then he burst out laughing.
It seemed that he was really led astray by Zhang Haiyan.
After Wu Xie stayed at home for a few days, he still couldn't contact his third uncle. Whether he asked family members or Pan Zi, the answer he got was, I don't know.
So Wu Xie called Xie Yuchen. The two chatted for a long time. After checking some information, they agreed that Xie Yuchen would come over in a month.
Wu Xie guessed that he wanted to wait for his legs to heal.
About another month later, Wu Xie was sitting on the sofa in the store eating instant noodles. Suddenly his cell phone beeped. After Wu Xie took a look at the text message, he asked Wang Meng if there was any rope in the store.
"Boss, what do you want the rope for?" Wang Meng came to Wu Xie's side, rubbing his hands, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"For hanging."
"Boss, don't be like this. Even if you have something to think about, can you give me your salary first?"
Wang Meng was kicked by Wu Xie, and then Wu Xie walked out holding the rope.
When he arrived at his third uncle's shop, Pan Zi was talking to someone about something.
When he saw Wu Xie, he called him "Little Third Master".
Wu Xie waved his hand, indicating that he was busy and not to worry about him.
Then I started to look at which place was suitable for hanging.
When Pan Zi finished his work, he almost died of fright when he turned around.
I saw Wu Xie throwing the rope to the beam.
"My ancestor, what are you doing?"
Pan Zi snatched the rope from his hand and pushed Wu Xie onto the stool.
Wu Xie looked indifferent.
"Hang yourself."
"My mistress, what are you causing trouble here?"
Pan Zi felt that his heart was not feeling well.
"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet. Take a video of me hanging and send it to my third uncle. If he doesn't answer the phone, ask him to come back and attend my funeral."
Pan Zi begged his grandpa to tell his grandma. Just as he had persuaded Wu Xie, he saw another person walking in from the door.
"Mr. Xie, why are you here?" Pan Zi naturally knew Xie Yuchen and had followed the third master to Beijing several times.
Jie Yuchen nodded towards him, and then motioned to his men to close the door. After everything was done, he threw the rope in his hand towards the beam.
Wu Xie looked at Pan Zi who was completely confused, took the rope back from his hand, and said: "Take a picture of my third uncle, and tell me that if he doesn't show up, I will hang here with Xiaohua."
Pan Zi:…………
Third Master, help me, help me...
