While Fu's mother was persuading Fu Jinge, Wen Qiuci was lying on the bed with a pale face in the orthopedic ward of Beijing First People's Hospital, with his eyes curled up at the roof, and had not moved for a long time.

There was a knock on the door outside, and he seemed to have not heard it, and he did not react at all.

The person outside the door knocked on the door a few more times. Before Wen Qiuci's response could be heard, he simply opened the door and walked in.

"Aren't you awake? Why did we knock on the door for so long, and you didn't react at all?" Qin Junye, wearing a mask, sunglasses, hat, walked in front of him and strode to Wen Qiuci's ward.

Hearing a familiar and unfamiliar voice, Wen Qiuci, who looked straight at the roof with a cold and wooden face, responded.

His eyes moved, his eyes turned, and fell on Qin Junye's face.

Qin Junye was very well armed. He didn't recognize Qin Junye, but saw the person behind Qin Junye.

Ling Yue.

The little seedling... is now called Gu Yiyang.

Huo Zhongqi.

Police Nie Yan.

The only one left is a hat, sunglasses, and mask. Needless to say, it is naturally Qin Jun's night.

"Why are you here?" He struggled to sit up.

The bones on his body were not injured, but he had been lying for too long and was still in a position for a long time, which made his body numb and he was temporarily unable to move.

Police officer Nie Yan was the most attentive. He stepped to the edge of the hospital bed in three or two steps, helped him sit up, and also put a pillow behind him with caring concern.

Wen Qiuci glanced at him, his silent eyes shone a little more vividly, and he became more popular, "Thank you."

"What are you thanking for this little thing?" Police officer Nie Yan looked at his bandaged hands, "Are you better?"

"It's much better." Wen Qiuci curled the corners of his mouth.

It can be seen that he wanted to smile, but his smile was too forced. It would not make people feel happy when they looked at it, but they would only feel sad.

Police Nie Yan helped him pull the blanket upwards: "After I told Brother Yue and Brother Xiaoshuye of Qiqi about your injury, they all said to come and see you."

"Thank you," Wen Qiuci's eyes flashed over their faces one by one, and his eyes were red. "I...I'm fine. Although I can't continue painting in the future, the gallery can continue to open and go to school to be a teacher. There is always a way out..."

Several people didn't speak.

Before coming, they learned about Wen Qiuci's condition in detail, thinking about whether they could find the best doctor, so they could ask Wen Qiuci to pick up the brush again.

But the result disappointed them.

Wen Qiuci's hand was too severely injured, and his muscles and bones were damaged. Even if they found the best doctor, they could not help Wen Qiuci to his best condition.

Drawing requires very detailed movements.

Wen Qiuci can continue to draw after he recovers, but he will definitely not be able to draw the best paintings as good as before.

Too cruel to a genius painter.

The few people were silent for a long time, and Qin Junye broke the silence.

He patted Wen Qiuci on the shoulder, "Qiuci, don't worry, brothers can't help you in other things, but we will never let him go if you hurt your grandson, and we will definitely make him pay the most painful price!"

Wen Qiuci's eyes fluctuated and he looked at the few people, "No need to be so troublesome. The matter has passed. Don't implicate you because of a garbage."
Chapter completed!