Wuhui didn't sleep well. She seemed to have been dreaming intermittently all night. But whenever she opened her eyes, she immediately forgot what she had dreamed about. It must not be a sweet dream, otherwise why would her heart beat so violently every time she woke up? There is no need to remember what scene I saw specifically. There was only pain settling in layers, making her toss and turn.
It's dawn, go to work. When you are busy, you won’t think about anything.
All the way to the newspaper office, Wu Hui sat numbly at his desk. There didn't seem to be much to do today. She picked up the manuscript and reviewed it repeatedly for a long time. The words just moved around in front of her eyes, leaving no impression. Other colleagues were busy with their own business, just like any other Monday. She glanced at Ouyang Qiwen's seat, which was as empty as ever.
Wu Hui has never looked forward to his coming so strongly. She may not tell everything about last night, but at least seeing a familiar figure will make her feel more at ease.
Isn’t it time for spring? Why is it still so cold until now? She looked up at the window, which was tightly closed, not knowing where the wind was coming from.
Before he could lower his head again, people from other departments burst in through the door.
"Is Ouyang from your place? Something happened to him - he is in the Central Hospital."
Wu Hui was startled, and immediately another colleague shouted in an exaggerated voice, grabbing the visitor and asking endless questions. Wu Hui was dazed and listened to the general idea. It seems that Qiwen was stationed for an interview last night, and a conflict broke out at the scene. He was involved in it and was seriously injured. Journalists are of course a high-risk industry that is susceptible to accidental injuries, which is often overlooked. It is said that it was very chaotic at the time, but someone I knew still sent a message to the newspaper. At this time, he had been lying alone in the hospital for a long time.
The sound in her ears was high and low, and she vaguely heard the words "Feiye Bay", which made her head feel dizzy even more. Before she could react, the editor-in-chief sent her to the hospital for a checkup. Of course this is a work-related injury, and they take it very seriously. Besides, everyone knew that Ouyang Qiwen and Wu Hui were old classmates, so it was normal for her to visit them.
It's not far from home to the newspaper office, and it's not far from home to the hospital. It's just that it takes a while to walk from the newspaper office to the hospital. In order to go faster, the editor-in-chief specially arranged a rickshaw for Wu Hui and watched her hurrying over. On the way, she was still wondering when exactly it happened. When she and Mo Weiming were in Feiye Bay, there didn't seem to be anything particularly big.
The Central Hospital is where Mo Weiming works. If she could come across it, she would have to tell him about it.
"Doctor Mo? He just left." Yushu told her, "He came here in the morning and said that he didn't have a good rest, his hands were shaking, and he couldn't operate the surgery. He came to ask for leave this morning, and he went to bed twenty minutes ago. gone back."
"What happened..."
"The patient named Ouyang, right? That's right here. I'll go and get busy first. If you need anything, you can call the nearby nurse."
"Okay, okay, thank you."
Bi Yushu brought her to the ward and went about her own business. She had already said on the way that the injured person was brought here in the middle of the night and was fine now. Many people were injured in the conflict, but others only suffered minor injuries. Only his head was smashed and bled, and his camera was broken.
Wu Hui pushed the door open and saw Qi Wen lying on the bed closest to the door. There are curtains next to it, separating several other beds. Seeing her coming over, Qiwen, who was wrapped in gauze, showed a melancholy expression.
"look……"
"How did you...make it so serious?"
Wu Hui sat by the bed, looking at the thick gauze, and couldn't help but think of when she was hospitalized at the end of last year. I really didn't expect that it would be her turn to visit Qiwen.
"I'll show you the bedside table..."
"oh."
Wu Hui turned around and saw the broken camera. She tried to pick it up, but as soon as she left the table a little, the small part fell down. She quickly put it back. She saw that the camera body had quite a few cracks and the lens was completely shattered.
"Life still matters."
"My film fell out." Qiwen said in a daze, "My life is gone."
"You couldn't have put the camera in someone's face and had them hit."
Wu Hui was not kidding. She knew that when this person was serious, he sometimes had no sense of propriety. It is common for a Lord to be driven away when he encounters a bad-tempered Lord. These days, there are too many people who are biased against journalists.
What's more, in a place like that...
"The more dangerous the place, the more newsworthy it is! Hiss..."
Maybe he spoke a little too hard, and the bruises on his face hurt, making him gasp. Wu Hui frowned, feeling that he was unnecessarily dedicated. She suddenly remembered something and asked quickly:
"Did something happen to you in... Feiye Bay? What exactly happened?"
"Ah. That's true. There was a dance there last night, and some big shots were going to attend. I was invited to do the interview as a favor to Mr. Adler, but something happened."
"What accident?"
"He's dead..."
Wu Hui's thinking stopped for a moment. At that moment, everything in front of him became whiter than the walls of the hospital, and Qiwen could not be seen. A hallucination appeared in front of her for a moment - the scene where the scapegoat had his neck broken by Qu Luosheng. With a thud, the body fell to the ground, and the auditory hallucination kicked her back to reality.
"Dead, dead people..."
"Well. Well, actually it's not a big deal there. There will be more bloody things happening in the casino below the ballroom. But anyway, the hall is still facing a lot of people... People were dancing, so I'm going to Waiting for the intermission, someone suddenly started fighting in a corner. For some reason, there was a woman carrying a sharp weapon - maybe two short knives? The other person was also very skilled and picked up a candlestick to compete with her. To be honest , it’s a very exciting battle, like watching a martial arts show.”
It's not that person. It seems that it was dealt with secretly.
"But, uh, what's going on?" Wu Hui stuttered, "And you are too reckless of the danger and are still interested in commenting. Most people would have been scared away."
"Yes, a lot of things were smashed. I guess no one expected it to be such a big fuss at the beginning. Yinshe and the others should handle the follow-up. After all, this is their territory, and it would be really harmful to cause such a mess. Master Jiu’s majesty. Well—unless it’s something they’ve negotiated or at least acquiesced to.”
"Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm afraid. Like everyone else, I subconsciously ran away. But when I saw that everyone was gone, the two were still fighting. The perspective was really wide...and if this was reported, it would be exclusive news! "
"You, you dare to take revenge on Master Jiu..."
"Why don't you dare? To be honest, they are eager for more people to expose their territory. Regardless of positive or negative comments, as long as they can attract people's attention, they will do whatever they can. If something goes wrong, they are proud of themselves. High-ranking gangsters will also pay us decently to retract or clarify reports.”
There is really no professional ethics. Wu Hui was a little surprised. She had hardly heard of anything like this before. Perhaps it was because "Starlight" was too small, not well-known, and had not produced any attention-grabbing news. But it looks like this guy has done it many times.
“You’re not very experienced in collecting illegal money, are you?”
"How are you talking? Do you know how expensive my usual equipment is? How can I afford to maintain it with the salary from my family and the newspaper? Moreover, although Shopkeeper Shi has a good relationship with me, he still acts like a businessman when it comes to doing business."
Wuhui, who had received the benefit for the time being, said nothing. She remembered that drop of amethyst, which was still placed beside her pillow. Although she did not have nightmares, her mental state was still not good enough... Was it "trying its best", or was it really ineffective?
"You can't..."
Can't you switch to cheaper equipment? Forget it, after saying this, Qiwen would definitely feel that his professionalism was being questioned, so Wu Hui chose to shut up. But by now, she found that she had relaxed a lot.
"Can't what?"
"Nothing..."
"Oh. No."
"No what?"
"I have to get my film back."
Wuhui's head felt a twinge of pain.
"...Are you okay? Are you really desperate? I think you did knock your head."
"I took a lot of pictures. Not being able to get them back is more uncomfortable than letting me die. It doesn't matter to me. The doctor said that it will be fine after just resting for a while. The worst result is a concussion."
This kid has been optimistic since he was a child. Wu Hui was really furious.
"What kind of place is that? That's...even if you have good relationships with many famous people, but Yin Hong - what kind of person she is, don't you know!"
"Of course I won't walk in carelessly and ask them directly: Hey brother, have any of you seen the film I dropped here yesterday? I must have been sneaky. Don't worry, I just went around and took a look. If I really can’t find it, forget it, and I’ll give up on going there myself.”
"Why are you two like this?!"
Wu Hui stood up suddenly. Her reaction seemed a bit too big, which made Qiwen feel weird. Wu Hui also realized that she was a little out of control. Through the curtain, the whispers of other patients could be heard, and outside the door there was the sound of a nurse approaching hastily.
"I, I didn't say I wanted to drag you there, don't get excited... Ouch——"
Qiwen awkwardly motioned for her to sit down, but the movement of raising his hand hurt his wound. There was also a gash on his arm from the glass. It wasn't deep, but it was long and could not withstand the pulling. But Wu Hui couldn't sit still anymore. When the nurse came in to check the situation, she ran out quickly.
Walking quickly through the corridor with her head lowered, she left the hospital in stride. She did not hail a rickshaw and had no plans to return to work at the newspaper. There is probably nothing I can do in my current state, except trying to calm myself down first. The wind blew across her face as she walked quickly, and passers-by on the street looked at her strangely.
The same goes for Mo Weiming, and so does Ouyang Qiwen. Why are they so stubborn in strange places... It's really irritating. But thinking of this, she not only slowed down. Sometimes she also feels that maybe she is a similar person, so she can chat with them.
The street where the hospital is located is very long, and she was tired before she reached the intersection. Heat came out from the collar. Now she didn't feel cold anymore. Looking at the jasmine flowers scattered on the street, she felt better. After all, spring is coming.
A young man in a white coat passed her by, and she couldn't help but look back.
It's really strange to still wear such clothes in this season. Especially that scarf, the hazy gray color makes people feel breathless just looking at it.
He walked in the opposite direction and quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.
