Fan Zhen should not wake up in the dusk.

He saw Fangliang, a very rural Fangliang. When he woke up, he didn't feel much pain. His face expanded above him, which made him sweat in a flash. His hands tried to grasp something. People's self-protection consciousness made him start to struggle, but he seemed like a waste, unable to move, and had no strength in his body.

Then he thought of Fang Shuye and looked around. He didn't see it, and fell into a panic.

"Your companion was hit in the head, so I can only take one on the road." The man was sitting next to a piece of earthen kang with his legs and feet.

"He's dead?"

"It's almost the same. We've been away from there for two days."

Fan Zhenmo felt a suffocation, he coughed, and then fell completely silent. His life was very entertaining, and he never expected that such a big or such a tragic thing would fall.

"Is my legs disabled?" It was a sigh he used a lot of strength to sigh.

"No, it's just a fracture, I'll fix it for you."

The man said with great experience that when Fan Zhenmo was wandering in his sight, he saw clearly the wound on the man's body and the useless leg that was dragging aside.

"Don't it hurt?"

The man was at forty and when he looked at him, he felt like a child, "This, I gave you a few shots, and the person you quarrels can't sleep well."

A syringe was handed over and the man flicked it with his fingers. Fan Zhenmo felt that the man's eyes were very deep. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the syringe and started trembling all over.

"Can you guess what it is, I also gave you herbs."

"No, no" he became angry, grabbed the man's wrist, and his hand was shaken off by the man's ridiculously.

"Don't be ungrateful!" said the man.

"What are you going to do?"

"In order to avoid the police, it's always good to have a living person accompany you."

Fan Zhenmo immediately understood that he had just left the dragon pond and entered the tiger's den.

"We will rest here, there are no people here."

The man left, Fan Zhenmo had a fever, he was confused, he could feel the alternating appearance of day and night, his legs would hurt, and it made him feel like he was dying, and whenever this time, the man would appear and give him an injection.

Later, the man disappeared and never came back. He still had a conscience and left him a syringe. When Fan Zhenmo thought he was going to starve to death, someone came, and he thought it was a policeman.

The smell of the hospital is really bad.

He didn't want to speak, and his consciousness was not so clear.

One day, he saw Fan Haiming, and he saw Fan Haiming crying.

"Fan Haiming, why are you crying? The old Fan family has a descendant, but without me, you live the same life. You have money, grandchildren and women. I want to step down, but the King of Hell doesn't accept me, so I have to call you father!"

When he said this, Fan Haiming hugged him and cried, wiping his tears, which made him collapse.

"Zhen Mo is hurt..." Fan Haiming was pulled away. The voice was his mother. Fan Zhenmo suddenly cheered up. When he saw his mother, he suddenly cried.

"It's inconvenient for the child to bring it, Jia Jia is here..." Her mother pulled her daughter-in-law. Luo Jia Jia was so scared that she had been scared for many days. She was not old. Looking at Fan Zhenmo, she only knew how to cry.

"I said, I will not leave you alone." He held her hand, no matter whether she loved her or not, at least this kind of kindness and family affection was extraordinary.

When her parents went out, Luo Jiajia stopped crying. She looked at Fan Zhenmo and suddenly said with her ears: "She has given birth, the mother and son are safe, she is a boy."

Fan Zhen was relieved, "How is she?"

"I don't think so well. Fang Shuye has no news. The police are still investigating and collecting evidence."

Fan Zhenmo didn't know what to say, "Go and tell her I'm alive."

"The news you were found has been reported, and it is difficult to contact her now."

"Get me a cell phone."

"When my mother is away in the evening, I will secretly give it to you and the newspaper." Luo Jiajia kissed his cheek, "The child is very good, don't worry!"

There is no more lovely woman than Luo Jiajia, Fan Zhenmo smiled.

In a private ward of e-City Central Hospital, Peter Liu looked at the man with a tube inserted, his face full of tears.

Thank God, Shuye is still alive.

A month later, the man on the hospital bed became much more clear.

He spoke a little vaguely, and the doctor said it would be fine, but his eyes didn't respond.

"The bullet penetrated his head, and it was a blessing to be alive!" said the doctor.

Fang Shuye is not a fool, he feels that something is wrong with him.

"She was born, she was a boy, Shuye!"

Peter Liu told him something happy, which should be the best comfort to Shuye at present?

With the help of Lu Yuexin, Peter Liu let Fang Shuye hear the child's crying through his cell phone, which almost made him cry, "Xing... Where is Xingcheng?"

Peter Liu did not dare to hide it, "She was in poor health after you disappeared. Now she is in the hospital for treatment. She doesn't speak much. With her aunt accompanying her, your condition is not stable. The police have to ask you something, so you haven't posted your news yet."

Fang Shuye nodded, and when Peter Liu flew back to City A, a man in a wheelchair appeared in Fang Shuye's ward.

"I want to ask, do you think what you said that day is counting?"

"What's the matter?"

"I'll take care of Xingcheng."

"I'm alive, Fan Zhenmo, that certainly doesn't count."

"It's not a question of whether you are alive or not, it's a question of whether you can take good care of Xingcheng."

"I have a son, she is my wife, so I will take good care of my family."

"Fang Shuye, you are blind. You can't even take care of yourself. Can you still take care of Xingcheng?"

"I'm not blind, I'll get better."

"Three years and five years, or ten years, are you going to make a woman wait for this cruel miracle?"

Fang Shuye's facial muscles kept trembling, "Go out!"

"Liu Peter will not tell you the truth, and the doctor will not guarantee your eyes. Fang Shuye, ask yourself, what did you bring to Xingcheng in the past few years? Humiliation, separation and quarrel, and time bombs like Lin Tianzhuo. Now she still has to take your children to live with a blind man like you, help you dress and feed you, serve you like an old mother every day, and there is also company affairs. She is an individual, but you impose too many obligations to her. She is still young, but she wants to live such a bad life with you. She is a man, so you let her go!"

"Nurse——" Fang Shuye tried to press the page button, but he didn't know which one it was, so he couldn't speak at once.

"Fang Shuye, I also want to tell you that you are speechless, like those old people who have cerebral hemorrhage, you are so terrible even if you say I love you!"

Fan Zhenmo left. He knew that this was cruel, but life was long, and it was even more cruel that a good man turned into a resentful mistress!

And Fang Shuye fell into boundless darkness from the glimmer of hope.

He asked the attending doctor and even consulted the top brain surgeons abroad.

No one can give him a definite answer. Rest is the only thing he can do at the moment, and he is simply a useless man, unable to do anything well. After many days of treatment, he still couldn't speak smoothly. When he heard the sound recorded by the recording pen, he felt like he was a ghost...

Learning from the pain, he finally couldn't stay selfish, and he met Fan Zhenmo.
Chapter completed!