Geng Cheng was now dizzy, his whole body ached, and he was groggy. When he first regained consciousness, he only heard the word "report to the official." He was most resistant to these two words, and subconsciously used all his strength to It took a lot of strength to say those four words.
Now he was even more dizzy from Mrs. Uncle's crying. He wanted to move his body, but found that only his left hand could be raised slightly, and there was no feeling in his feet and right hand. It was like... it was like he was born with only one left hand and no left hand. The legs are as long as the right hand.
"I...what...how..."
Geng Cheng was very anxious. He had a very bad feeling. Something terrible seemed to have happened to him. He wanted to get angry, curse, or hit people, but he couldn't do anything. Even his voice was soft when he spoke. , it seems that if you say one more word, you will not be able to catch it in the next breath.
"you……"
"Master, you don't remember. Yesterday was the Dragon Boat Festival. You and your friends were enjoying the scenery on the Luxun River last night. When you came back, you met... a gangster. He injured you. Do you remember?"
Yao interrupted Mrs. Bo's words, walked to Geng Cheng's bed, leaned over slightly, and asked as a reminder.
Ms. Xia was very unhappy when her daughter-in-law took the lead, but when she heard her daughter-in-law vague about her son's injury, she instantly understood what her daughter-in-law meant.
Indeed, now he cannot tell his son the sad news that he will be paralyzed and will no longer be able to write with his right hand.
Otherwise... my son will definitely not be able to survive.
Xia was in extreme pain, but she could only suppress it.
When Geng Cheng was reminded by Yao, a gap opened in his originally chaotic mind, and a large amount of information poured in.
The lights were swaying on the banks of the Luxun River, surrounded by noisy crowds. He was holding a wine cup and saying humble words that he didn't want to say. He was ridiculed by people he didn't like. That Liu Shouyi also said that if he does it again Since Geng Xingyu could not be sent to the Liu Mansion as agreed upon, he was asked to send Shui'er as well.
He gritted his teeth... and agreed to the request.
In that case, he had to agree, but he would not let that request become a reality.
Therefore, Geng Xingyu must be carried intact into the backyard of Mr. Liu on May 22nd.
"Yu...where's Sister Yu? Is her face...well?"
Geng Cheng thought that the words he spoke would carry the dignity of the head of the family, but in fact he was still weak and hoarse.
Yao didn't expect that at this time, the first person Geng Cheng asked would be Geng Xingyu.
"Sister Yu is in her room. Her face is better than before."
Yao felt that it didn't matter whether he was good or not, so he reminded Geng Cheng: "Master, last night..."
Last night, after they drank, the Luxun River gradually became quiet, and there were fewer and fewer people. He was helped by Yao Gang and Zhang Lai to find the carriage, and then they walked. The sky became darker and darker, and it seemed that even the moonlight could not be seen. No more.
Then, he was attacked, pushed into the water, suffocated, picked up, pushed in again, suffocated, picked up again, over and over again, he couldn't remember how many times he was pushed in, and then... later I couldn't think of anything anymore until I just woke up.
"Who is that person? Who is it? Yao Gang... Where is Yao Gang?"
Geng Cheng gasped for air, the feeling of suffocation still lingering in his mind.
"My subordinate is here!" Yao Gang straightened up and climbed a few steps to the bed so that Geng Cheng could see him.
"Last night...last night...did you catch the villain?"
"My subordinates were incompetent and failed to capture those two... no, three... four villains."
Yao Gang suddenly remembered that after he was knocked unconscious and before Qiao Ding woke him up, he woke up once. That time, his leg was broken by someone's kick.
But how many people were there that time? Although he only saw one, he seemed to hear another voice.
"Madam, uncle is here."
An Pingbo walked in on crutches nearly twice as fast as usual.
Geng Xingshuang saw the nervousness on his face and the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but what she thought in her heart was, "It turns out that my grandfather also has times when he is anxious and concerned." It turned out that she had always thought that her great-uncle was too indifferent to care about him. All people and things have a feeling of letting go, and I even feel that he is somewhat similar to the monk practicing in the temple.
Now I know that he can also be nervous and anxious.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Haha, when you wake up from the wine, I thought you were soaked to death by that yellow soup! That's not bad. Don't you want nothing more than to carry the title of An Pingbo until your death? This God also Don't open your eyes, why can't you realize this wish early? It's really tiring to make you live forever!"
Xia's anger and pain had nowhere to vent. When she saw Uncle An Ping, all her anger was directed at him.
This husband, ever since she begged him to give her only kindness to her second child, he seemed to have seen his true face clearly at that moment. He felt that his stepmother was really hateful. At the critical moment, his original shape was revealed. Not only did he move out of the main courtyard from then on, but he also ignored the family affairs and let them go.
"Don't you want a housekeeper? Don't you want your son to be an official? I've given it to you, are you satisfied?"
Although he didn't say these words himself, she could see what he was thinking from his look and eyes.
As for him, he took refuge in Yideyuan from then on, giving the impression to outsiders that he acted like this because he was ashamed of his eldest son and his first wife. But she knew that he just couldn't accept the failure of that year, and he couldn't accept that he was lame. Emperor Ning didn't even try to persuade him to stay, so he let him go back to his house.
He is a coward, a coward who dares not admit his cowardice, a coward who uses guilt and Xianyun Yehe as a shield.
She, An Pingbo's mistress, became the source of all this.
Geng Xun glanced at the crazy Xia, ignored her, and walked straight to Geng Cheng's bed. He felt heavy at the thought of hearing the comments from his servants when he came in.
When Xia saw that Geng Xun was ignoring her, she suddenly opened the quilt on Geng Cheng's body, pointed at Geng Cheng's legs and said loudly: "What's going on? See what's going on?"
Yao was secretly complaining, but Geng Xun had already stepped forward to check Geng Cheng's feet with his own hands.
"Liang Ben, come and take a look!" Geng Xun couldn't believe his own judgment.
Liang Ben already roughly knew what was going on from the look of Geng Cheng's feet when Geng Xun looked at him. He was very skilled in martial arts and had not seen many injuries like this in his early years, so he could tell at a glance.
But he understood that the uncle wanted to confirm again.
Therefore, without saying anything, he first carefully examined Geng Cheng's feet and legs, then his hands, arms, and even the bones of his back.
"What's going on?" Geng Xun asked immediately after Liang Ben finished checking everything and stood up straight.
Mrs. Bo also calmed down at this time. She felt slightly lucky in her heart. Maybe the doctor was wrong. For such injuries, the doctor might not have seen as much as Liang Ben.
(End of chapter)
