The ringtone of the mobile phone woke up the sleeping Wang Jinglun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A while ago, I promised my old classmates to support Wu Yanzu, the murderer of the poisoning case at Fucia University, and after the court announced the verdict yesterday, many netizens went to their necks to abuse them. Although the number of people who abused was only a drizzle compared to the three people who posted a long Weibo, Wang Jinglun, who had never seen such a big battle, was still very depressed.

Associate professors are cultural people, and when cultural people are unhappy, they always have their own solutions. For example, Cao Zhi drinks when he is sad and invites a bunch of friends to come together; For example, Li Bai, when he is unhappy, he drinks alcohol, and if he doesn't have enough money, he sells BMW fur clothes when he says he sells them; For example, Chen Yu, when he is lonely, he drinks and sings while drinking, "The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed ......"

Wang Jinglun is no exception, he has always liked to drink, and yesterday he drank a whole bottle of liquor when he was depressed. As for what happened after drinking, he didn't care at all. At most, he beat his wife again, or scolded her a few words, and he got used to it~ Not to mention getting drunk, even if he wasn't drunk, he dared to beat her when he was in a bad mood.

But at this moment when he woke up in the morning, Wang Jinglun was a little guilty. A hangover is nothing new to an alcoholic. At this moment, Wang Jinglun felt as if his head had been split open with an axe, which made him scream miserably.

Five minutes passed, and the associate professor's mobile phone was still ringing persistently, and the caller was very stubborn, and whenever the time was up, he would automatically hang up, and he would call again in a few minutes. Wang Jinglun's hangover eased a little, and he was a little worried about whether the school was in a hurry to find him, so he quickly took the phone.

"Hello?" Wang Jinglun said in his usually very steady voice.

"Hey, Dad." Wang Zhuoer's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, Drow, what's the matter with Daddy?" When Wang Jinglun heard that it was his son, he directly relaxed and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Mom committed suicide last night...... Wang Zhuoer said.

"Oh? Is it dead? Wang Jinglun replied very calmly.

"Not Dead......"

"Ah, isn't that nothing~ Don't worry, your mother won't dare to commit suicide~ At most, it's just talk~" Wang Jinglun said indifferently.

"She cut her wrists last night and sent her to Xinhua Hospital for treatment, and now she is fine. You send me some money, and I'll pay the medical bills. Regarding Wang Jinglun's answer, Wang Zhuoer seemed to have been prepared, and said with the anger in his heart.

"Okay, okay, really, it's okay to kill yourself, can't you live a good life!" Wang Jinglun muttered, and then transferred 5,000 yuan to Wang Zhuoer's account. In fact, according to Wang Jinglun's temperament, he won't transfer money to his wife, but there is no way, who let this be his baby son!

The old Wang family is the only seedling, and Wang Jinglun is reluctant to fight! But it doesn't matter, I'm reluctant to beat my son, and when my wife is discharged from the hospital, I'll just beat her out of anger?

Thinking about it like this, Wang Jinglun felt that his head was not as painful as when he first woke up, and he didn't even notice when his son hung up the phone, and when he came back to his senses, the "beep" sound on the phone stopped.

"This stinky boy ......" Wang Jinglun scolded with a smile, threw his phone aside, and began to wash.

While brushing his teeth, Wang Jinglun suddenly felt a pain in his wrist. At first, it was only a slight pain, and the associate professor said that real men have never been afraid of this pain. However, it didn't take long for the pain to get worse.

I saw Wang Jinglun's wrist shake, and the toothbrush came out of his hand. But at this moment, the associate professor was not in the mood to pick it up, but kept gasping from between his teeth, enduring the pain. Finally, this pain can no longer be used to serve customers with willpower, and Wang Jinglun let out a miserable scream. Tsk, although this scream is not as penetrating as a female voice, it is better than being high-pitched and powerful, continuous, and it sounds terrible, and people can't help but shed crocodile tears.

Wang Jinglun collapsed to the ground weakly, and his wrist twitched from time to time. Fang Cai's screams had consumed all his energy, and he couldn't scream anymore. Although it is very obscene to say this, even if a black uncle comes in at this time, Wang Jinglun will not run away.

Uncle Hei didn't come in, but on Wang Jinglun's wrist, where the pain came from just now, there was a scar! This scar is not a bump, nor is it a scald, but a scalpel scar with stitches! Wang Jinglun can even see the fine stitches of the sutures from the edge of the scar!

Wang Jinglun looked at the wound that appeared on his wrist inexplicably, and he didn't know when the pain had eased slightly to the point of being bearable. Although the associate professor could still feel the burning pain near the wrist wound at the moment, it was no longer so painful that it made people go crazy.

The associate professor felt that he needed to go to the hospital to have a look, at least to know how his wound came from, otherwise it would be a bit bad if another wound appeared on his face one day.

There is no need to talk about the process in detail, when Wang Jinglun got his physical report on the day of the physical examination through his identity as an associate professor of Tunghai University, he said that he did not understand the results of the physical report - "You mean, my skin there has grown like that without knowing why, in fact, there are no wounds in that scar?" ”

Wang Jinglun took the physical examination report and questioned the doctor who examined him.

The doctor also said with a strange expression: "It is true, I guarantee it in my honor." Although your wound looks like it is real, through various facility examinations, we have found that it is all because your skin has grown like this. If you could, I'd like you to let us do a surgical dissection of the scar study, my professional instinct tells me that the inexplicable scar on your hand could be a new direction of skin research. ”

Speaking of this, a feverish look flashed in the doctor's eyes.

Wang Jinglun has seen a lot of similar eyes from the eyes of the old professors in the laboratory of Tunghai University. Therefore, the associate professor trembled and rejected the doctor's proposal very decisively.

Fleeing from the doctor's office in embarrassment, please, the doctor's entanglement, Wang Jinglun frowned and walked towards the outside of the hospital. The doctor said that there was nothing wrong with the wound on his wrist, and thinking of the unforgettable pain, Wang Jinglun said that things are definitely not so simple.

Suddenly, the associate professor touched the mobile phone in his pocket, remembered his son's phone call in the morning, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the child is hospitalized in this Xinhua Hospital, right?" ”