Police cars and ambulances arrived one after another. Jiang Heshu and Ding Ruirui followed Xu Zhiyuan to the hospital, while Pei Yan stayed to deal with the remaining matters.
The wound on Xu Zhiyuan's arm was very deep and required more than forty stitches.
Jiang Heshu looked at Xu Zhiyuan who was still lying on the hospital bed, his heart trembling.
Xu Zhiyuan is a surgeon, but his arm suffered such a serious injury. If it affects him from using a scalpel...
His entire future was ruined.
Thinking about it, Jiang Heshu's hands and feet felt cold.
Soon, Xu's father and Xu's mother arrived.
When such a big thing happened, Jiang Heshu didn't dare to hide it from them.
Seeing their son unconscious due to excessive blood loss, Xu's father and Xu's mother looked worried and distressed.
After they knew the complete story, they did not blame Jiang Heshu, but comforted him by saying, "It's okay. Zhiyuan will be fine."
Xu's father said: "As expected of my son, he is courageous and knows how to protect his sister."
Listening to these words, Jiang Heshu felt guilty.
If she had agreed to stay at Xu's house, Xu Zhiyuan would not have suffered such serious injuries.
"Uncle, aunt, I'm sorry, if I..."
Xu's mother clapped her hand and said, "No need to apologize. Zhiyuan did it voluntarily. It's not your fault. Moreover, even if you apologize, you are apologizing to the person who hurt Zhiyuan. It has nothing to do with you."
But Xu Zhiyuan was injured because of her, how could Jiang Heshu not regret and blame herself?
but……
Jiang Heshu walked out of the ward, took out his mobile phone and called Pei Yan.
She has always had a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. This time Pei Yan helped her and thanked Jiang Heshu as soon as the call was connected.
Listening to her polite but distant words, Pei Yan said in a deep voice: "He Shu, I told you, you don't have to be so polite to me."
Jiang Heshu pretended not to hear and asked, "Who are those three people? What did the police say?"
When Pei Yan said three unusually unfamiliar names, Jiang Heshu frowned.
She was sure that she didn't know these three people, so why were they following her? Are you still breaking into the house early in the morning?
They even had knives on them, obviously they were coming with bad intentions.
Pei Yan said: "Their confessions are inconsistent, and the possibility of robbery has been initially ruled out."
If it wasn't robbery, what could it be?
Pei Yan continued: "I suspect someone is instigating them."
Jiang Heshu's fingers suddenly clenched.
…
As the morning sun began to rise, the quiet hospital became lively, and Xu Zhiyuan also woke up.
After learning that he had received more than 40 stitches on his arm, Xu Zhiyuan thought of something and quickly asked: "Will it affect me in the future..."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Zhiyuan saw Jiang Heshu standing next to him and swallowed the rest of his words.
Jiang Heshu knew that he didn't continue to ask because he was afraid that she would be burdened. Seeing that Xu Zhiyuan was like this, she felt even more guilty.
She took a deep breath and asked the question that Xu Zhiyuan wanted to ask and that she also wanted to know very much.
The doctor did not answer directly, "If the patient recovers well, there will be no problem. If..."
Xu Zhiyuan was also a doctor. When he heard this, he knew that complete repair was unlikely. He lowered his eyes and looked at the injured arm, his eyes dim.
Jiang Heshu opened his mouth, "Brother Xu, I'm sorry."
She didn't know what else she could say besides apologizing.
Xu Zhiyuan shook his head, "This has nothing to do with you."
Xu's father also said: "Actually, this is not a bad thing. I have been urging you, Brother Xu, to come back and inherit the family business and ask me to retire early, but he refused. Now that his arm is injured, he can just go back..."
As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Xu's mother pinched him.
Jiang Heshu was already feeling guilty, but he still said this. Wasn't this sincerity to make Jiang Heshu blame himself?
Xu Zhiyuan saw Jiang Heshu lowering his head and thinking for a few seconds, "Mom and Dad, you go back and rest first."
Xu's mother looked at her son, then at Jiang Heshu, but she didn't refuse.
After they left, Xu Zhiyuan said directly: "Even if I can no longer hold a scalpel in the future, I will not regret it."
"I said when I was little, as long as I'm here, I will protect you."
"I am fulfilling my promise. This is also my personal choice. You don't have to feel guilty."
"He Shu, even if I were asked to choose again, I would make the same choice as this time."
If he does it again, he will go out, otherwise Ding Ruirui and Pei Sui'an in the other room will be hurt.
He would also lock Jiang Heshu in the room because there were three men outside and Jiang Heshu would be injured if he went out.
After listening to these words, Jiang Heshu still couldn't hold back, tears streaked down his cheeks and dripped down.
Xu Zhiyuan sighed, took out a tissue with his good hand and handed it over, "Don't cry, Brother Xu can't buy candy to make you happy now."
Jiang Heshu wiped away his tears and said duplicitously: "I didn't cry."
Xu Zhiyuan looked at her red eyes and smiled: "Yes, you didn't cry."
The door of the ward——
Seeing Pei Yan standing still, Pei Sui'an urged dissatisfiedly: "Look for mom!"
Pei Yan came to his senses and raised his hand to knock on the door.
When Jiang Heshu agreed, he opened the door and walked in.
Seeing that it was Pei Yan, Jiang Heshu's expression dimmed. If it were before, she would have let Pei Yan leave directly, but since Pei Yan helped her last night, she couldn't burn bridges.
Xu Zhiyuan immediately noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere between Jiang Heshu and Pei Yan.
His heart moved slightly, but his face remained calm.
Xu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Thanks to you yesterday, otherwise..." He was even worse than now.
As he said that, Xu Zhiyuan was a little curious, "Have you practiced before?"
Pei Yan was so quick at beating people last night that he easily knocked them down and subdued them.
Pei Yan handed Pei Sui'an in his arms to Jiang Heshu and replied: "I used to be more interested in Muay Thai and practiced it for a few years."
No wonder.
Xu Zhiyuan understood.
After Jiang Heshu took Pei Sui'an, he quickly distanced himself from Pei Yan without stopping for a second.
Pei Yan's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything. He turned his eyes to Xu Zhiyuan.
"Thank you so much for last night, Brother Xu."
Without Xu Zhiyuan, Pei Yan couldn't even imagine what would happen to Jiang Heshu, Pei Sui'an and others.
Pei Yan added: "I contacted Dr. Dong Mingwei. He will arrive tomorrow and let him take care of your injury."
When Xu Zhiyuan heard this name, his eyes were filled with astonishment.
Without him, Dong Mingwei is an authoritative expert in the field, with superb medical skills and high reputation. However, Dong Mingwei has stopped treating patients in recent years, and Pei Yan can actually invite him here...
Xu Zhiyuan hesitated for a few seconds, but still did not refuse.
It is rare to see Dr. Dong, not to mention that with Dr. Dong’s medical skills, the chance of a complete recovery will be much higher.
Although Jiang Heshu didn't know who Dong Mingwei was, looking at Xu Zhiyuan's expression, she knew he was a very powerful doctor.
She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, hoping that Dr. Dong could completely cure Xu Zhiyuan's arm.
After a while, the police station called. Jiang Heshu glanced at Pei Yan and Xu Zhiyuan who were talking, and walked out of the ward with his cell phone.
What the police said was exactly the same as what Pei Yan said last night. After hanging up the phone, someone stood beside her.
Smelling the familiar smell, Jiang Heshu frowned and immediately took a few steps to the side.
Seeing the disgust and alienation in her eyes, Pei Yan's heart seemed to be stabbed, "He Shu, what happened before..."
"Pei Yan, you said you suspected someone was instigating this time, then who do you think the person behind it could be?"
Jiang Heshu interrupted him directly and looked up at Pei Yan.
