Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Jedi Strikes Back
Things have developed so far that they are completely beyond everyone's imagination.
Even Mo Zhao, who had a bruised face, was stunned, and then frowned with empathy.
He even doubted that An Jinwei's kick would directly kill Zhou Qijun.
Zhou Guohao, who originally looked so tidy, was obviously stunned.
Then a wisp of murderous aura quickly flashed in his eyes, and without waiting for An Jinwei to get up from the ground, he directly picked up the teapot in front of him viciously and threw it in the direction of An Jinwei.
The teapot whistled and flew towards the back of the head of the unsuspecting An Jinwei.
At that moment, Mo Zhao's eyes were red, and he was too far away to save people at all.
If that bone china teacup really hit An Jinwei's head, the consequences can be imagined!
Except for Zhou Qijun's wailing in the living room, everyone in the living room was quiet at this time.
They all watched the teapot spin and arc towards An Jinwei, who was unaware.
However, just when everyone thought that An Jinwei would be hit, the waste man who had been sitting quietly in a wheelchair suddenly fell out of the wheelchair in the next moment.
Everything seemed to be destined by God, and the blind and lame Zhou Shiyi fell on An Jinwei's back impartially, and the teapot then smashed directly on Zhou Shiyi's shoulder.
With a "bang", the teapot hit Zhou Shiyi's shoulder, and then fell to the ground, shattering.
An Jinwei, who heard the voice, looked up in astonishment, but saw Zhou Shiyi's frowning brows.
Without waiting for An Jinwei to speak, Steward Mo also rushed over and nervously checked Zhou Shiyi's back.
The water in the teapot was boiling hot, and Mo Zhao's heart had already turned over the river, and he even immediately shouted at the old butler who was standing next to him.
"Quick...... Call an ambulance! The young master is dying!"
Mo Zhao shouted that it was the eldest young master, not the third young master, because he knew that even if Zhou Shi was scalded to death here, the Zhou family would not feel distressed.
Sure enough, just when Mo Zhao shouted these words, the old housekeeper finally panicked, and immediately took out the walkie-talkie and shouted inside.
"Hurry! Prepare the car to the main building in the backyard. Send the eldest young master to the hospital!"
Then the old housekeeper glanced at Zhou Guohao inquiringly, but at this time, Zhou Guohao's face was dark, and he had been staring at Zhou Shiyi's eyes.
The old housekeeper slapped his thigh, and finally said stubbornly: "Master, young master...... Let's take it to the hospital!"
"What kind of hospital to send to, even a woman can't clean up the waste! Go and call Dr. Yan, just say I have something to find him!"
The old housekeeper looked at Zhou Qijun again when he heard this, then nodded fiercely and said on the walkie-talkie again.
"There's no need to prepare the car, go and call Dr. Yan, and say that the master has something to look for him. ”
Zhou Shiyi's face turned pale at this time, and he held Steward Mo's hand stubbornly, but he took advantage of the situation and whispered to Mo Zhao: "Take An Jinwei away in a while!"
Mo Zhao trembled when he heard this.
At this time, even An Jinwei heard Zhou Shiyi's words, and at that moment, An Jinwei even wondered if she knew the man in front of her.
She couldn't understand what Zhou Shiyi was thinking, why she helped her block the teapot, and why the first thing she thought of at such a time was to ask Mo Zhao to take her away.
However, at this time, Mo Zhao unexpectedly refused, "But young master, the injury on your back ......"
"You know, this can't hurt anyone!" Zhou Shiyi's whole body was trembling at this time, but Zhou Guohao still didn't plan to let him go.
"Shi Yi, we haven't seen each other for almost half a year, right...... Your eyes ......"
Zhou Guohao's words obviously meant something, perhaps Zhou Shiyi's actions just now aroused his suspicions again.
Zhou Shiyi smiled vigorously when he heard this, and then pretended to be relaxed and said.
"You don't know that my eyes are as completely ruined as my legs, and even if I have money, I can't cure them. “
Hearing this, Zhou Guohao just smiled faintly, and at this moment, a doctor-like person hurriedly walked in with a first-aid kit on his back.
He first nodded at Zhou Guohao, and then asked, "Which one is unwell?"
An Jinwei looked at it in astonishment, thinking that Zhou Guohao would directly say that it was Zhou Qijun, but she didn't expect what she heard was.
"Oh...... It's Shi Yi, he suddenly said that his eyes are uncomfortable, you show him!"
In the face of the old man's obvious lie, no one present except An Jinwei was stunned.
That Zhou Qijun was no longer wailing at this time, and he was lying next to An Jinwei without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The doctor was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then immediately followed Zhou Guohao's instructions, took a medical flashlight, and walked to Zhou Shiyi's side.
An Jinwei had fully understood this deformed Zhou family at this time, and said to Mo Zhao in a low voice.
"Don't worry, I'm here, go find the ice, I see that there is an ice bucket in the drinking area of the living room in front, go quickly." “
An Jinwei's voice was very low, but her words still clearly reached the ears of Mo Zhao and Zhou Shiyi.
Mo Zhao looked at An Jinwei gratefully when he heard this, and finally nodded solemnly at An Jinwei and got up and left.
The doctor had already walked in front of Zhou Shiyi at this time, and without hesitation, he took a medical flashlight to Zhou Shiyi's pupils, and then turned around and said to Zhou Guohao without concealment.
"Old Mr. Zhou, Young Master Zhou's eyes are still the same as before they were together, and I am afraid that I will never be able to see them again. ”
This should have been sad news, but everyone present except An Jinwei and Zhou Shi were all laughing.
An Jinwei looked at the smiling faces, and suddenly felt sad for Zhou Shi again.
Zhou Guohao was obviously relieved, and then said.
"Alright. Steward Zhang found someone to carry the eldest young master down and let Doctor Yan show him!"
The old housekeeper nodded immediately when he heard this, then opened the door and beckoned to the door, and immediately walked in with four or five people carrying Zhou Qijun, who was two hundred pounds, out.
Zhou Shiyi grabbed An Jinwei's wrist violently here, gritted his teeth and said.
"If you still want me to help you find your son, leave now!
Zhou Shiyi was also angry and anxious, and An Jinwei's heart was also shaken at this time.
She could feel that Zhou Shiyi seemed to be protecting her by doing this, but she just didn't understand why Zhou Shiyi didn't leave, why he had to stay here and let Zhou Guohao beat and scold.
But her sanity told her more clearly.
If she really left, Zhou Shi was only afraid that she would be tortured by Zhou Guohao again.
Mo Zhao was taken away by her, if she turned around and left at this moment, then from this moment on, Zhou Shi, who couldn't see and couldn't leave, could only be bullied by the Zhou family.
"I'm not leaving. Even if I hate you to death now, I won't leave you here alone. ”
Saying that, An Jinwei directly supported Zhou Shiyi's arm and wanted to help Zhou Shiyi to the wheelchair.
Zhou Shi was obviously stunned, he was more and more unable to understand An Jinwei's actions, but at this moment, Zhou Guohao spoke again.
"Steward Zhang, push the wheelchair aside for me. He won't say the password tonight...... Don't even think about going anywhere. ”
An Jinwei almost guessed Zhou Guohao's purpose when she heard Zhou Guohao's words.
But when she found that Steward Zhang had walked to the side of the wheelchair, she suddenly said sharply.
"Don't move, Mr. Zhou, if I were you, I wouldn't do this!"