Uncle Wu hurried over, as if he had left the police station in a hurry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as Uncle Wu came up, he grabbed Feng Jing's collar and gritted his teeth to ask Feng Jing. Judging from his forty or fifty-year-old face, he was very hideous.

Feng Jing was like a sick boy who was powerless, his body was let by Uncle Wu to roar, his eyes looked straight at him, he didn't speak, maybe there was no reason to explain.

"Well, okay, this is the hospital." Yao Qian got up, stood up straight, and reminded sharply.

Uncle Wu glanced at Yao Qian, turned his head, stared at Feng Jing fiercely, and released his collar.

Feng Jing was like a sick and weak patient, his body softened and fell to the ground. At this time, Yao Qian's straight body bent down, hugged him from behind, and prevented him from kneeling on the ground. Uh-huh—when did she get so close to the boy in front of her? Take the initiative to hug him and let him have a skin-to-skin relationship with him...... Do you want men to go crazy, or are they cheap anyway, and it doesn't matter if they are taken up a little more?

Yao Qian dragged Feng Jing to a chair and asked him to sit firmly. Feng Jing looked up at her, her heart began to beat wildly again, her cheeks were flushed, and finally she didn't hold it, she stood up in a panic and said, "I still have something to do, I'll go first, my colleague will come over to make a note in a while, please cooperate." ”

Feng Jing stared at her with straight eyes, nodded to her, and did not speak.

Yao Qian turned around, didn't look back, and scolded in her heart, a pervert with no conscience. At a distance of about ten meters, Yao Qian said hello to her colleague, looked back at Feng Jing, who was hanging his head, and said, "I'll go over and make a note when he is in a better mood." ”

The male colleague nodded to Yao Qian and said that it was okay, as if to comfort her.

Yao Qian turned her head a little reluctantly, but after turning her head, she didn't look back, and became a cold female police officer again.

An hour later, Xu Aiyi was pushed out of the operating room. The doctor held a blue folder and flipped through it and asked, "Who are the families of the injured?" Feng Jing took a step forward and was about to speak, when Uncle Wu spoke first: "I am me, I am her uncle." ”

The doctor glanced at Feng Jing, then fell on Uncle Wu, said Come with me, and strode forward. Then Uncle Wu also glanced at Feng Jing and followed.

Before he could take two steps, the doctor stood on his heels and looked back at the blood-stained teenager, shivering. His mouth trembled: "You, are you a 'ghost'?" ”

What is a ghost? Perhaps it is the transfiguration of the soul, or the transfiguration of the spirit, as the idealists think of ghosts.

Ghost, Feng Jing is naturally not, so he looked at the trembling doctor suspiciously.

On the day the woman jumped off the building, the doctor saw Feng Jing disappear from the corner of the wall, and his fear began at that time. He hid behind Uncle Wu and asked Uncle Wu, have you seen it?

Uncle Wu said, what did you see?

Man, no, ghosts.

The nurse next to her suddenly panicked when she saw the doctor, and came over and asked with concern, Dr. Liu, what's wrong with you?

The doctor pulled the nurse over, pointed at Feng Jing and said, have you seen it? That person.

The nurse looked at Feng Jing suspiciously in the direction the doctor pointed out, nodded, I see, what's wrong?

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Uncle Wu, and said with his eyes open, you can all see it? He is the person who appeared and disappeared in the corner of the wall when the woman jumped off the building yesterday.

After hearing this, the nurse was stunned for a moment, then raised her head again to look at Feng Jing, her eyes were a little dull, as if she was recalling something. Then he stepped back, as if he was afraid of something.

At this time, reporters came from the scene of the accident in the distance. The nurse turned to meet the reporter and told the confused reporter everything she knew.

Uncle Wu waved his hand to Feng Jing and motioned for him to leave, but Feng Jing walked in the direction where Xu Aiyi was pushed away like a child who couldn't understand the gestures, completely ignoring Uncle Wu's instructions and the strange eyes of others.

"Doctor, you're mistaken, that's my nephew." Uncle Wu turned his head a little helplessly, raised the corners of his mouth, and explained to the doctor.

The doctor looked suspicious at first, then saw the eyes of the crowd looking at him, stood up straight, pulled his white coat, oh, and turned and walked forward. didn't glance at him when he passed by the reporter, as if he was suddenly high-end and upgrade.

Uncle Wu looked towards the corridor where Feng Jing was walking, and he couldn't see Feng Jing's figure anymore, and at this moment, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl slightly, but soon disappeared again. He turned around and glanced at the reporter who was talking to the nurse, following the doctor.

Xu Aiyi's hands and feet were in plaster, and his head was wrapped in circles of gauze, and he was still in a coma. Feng Jing sat down beside the hospital bed, looking at the only remaining half of Xu Aiyi's face, his eyes were glazed, as if he was an unconscious person.

After a while, the outside of the ward was crowded with people who were attracted by the "ghost", but they could only look for people and look through the glass window of the door, because the four bodyguards standing outside the door were very dutiful.

Uncle Wu came from a distance with the case and some medicines, and the four bodyguards stabbed the crowd out of a passage very well, so that Uncle Wu could walk inside openly.

As soon as Uncle Wu came in, he glanced at Feng Jing, left his eyes on half of Xu Aiyi's face, and said softly: "I have eight stitches on my head, my hands and feet are broken, and I will have surgery tomorrow." After speaking, he pulled a stool and sat down on the other side of Xu Aiyi.

Feng Jing sighed and turned his gaze to his broken wrist - it was already an intact hand. He stood up, grabbed Xu Aiyi's hand with the plaster, and tried to crush the plaster cast to help Xu Aiyi treat.

Uncle Wu hurriedly got up, pushed him away, and shouted, "What are you going to do?" ”

The sky outside had already darkened, Feng Jing was silent, don't look over his head to look at the sky outside the window. The black is quiet, the doctor is quiet, and the person lying on the hospital bed is quiet...... Everything was so quiet, what privilege did he have to add a little joy to it? He pulled the head of the stool again, sat down on the side of Xu Aiyi's bed, and quietly watched Xu Aiyi fall asleep. Yes, she's just asleep.

Seeing that Feng Jing's little white face didn't do anything else, Uncle Wu glanced at the bodyguard behind the door, and sat down again. Uncle Wu seemed to be Xu Aiyi's uncle, occasionally sat down to look at Xu Aiyi, and occasionally walked to the window to look at this bustling city, as if he was worried about something.

His worries came, and Xu Aiyi's father, Xu Wei, rushed over from Dongcheng. As soon as he saw half of his daughter's face, he looked vicissitudes, spit out, and seemed to be going to use a knife to cut someone the next moment.

Uncle Wu beckoned and motioned for Feng Jing to sit down for Xu Wei.

What is the heart of an eighteen-year-old boy? Except for rebellion, it is self-respecting. Perhaps rebellion is synonymous with solipsism.

Feng Jing regarded Uncle Wu as a transparent person, and he didn't mean to move at all. Uncle Wu hurriedly walked over and tried to pull Feng Jing, Xu Wei raised his palm, and then Uncle Wu lowered his head and retreated to the side.

Along with Xu Wei, Ah Cheng also came, when Xu Wei stood beside Feng Jing and stroked half of his daughter's face, Ah Cheng glanced at Uncle Wu, and Uncle Wu nodded slightly.

Xu Wei stayed by Xu Aiyi's side for nearly two hours, but he didn't see his daughter wake up, he was upset, let out a breath, got up and walked towards the door. Immediately, Ah Cheng woke up from his semi-deep sleep, and did not forget to beckon Uncle Wu while following up.

Silence comes back to this ward, and what defines quietness? Boisterous? No, silence should belong to the heart, for example, a person singing is a kind of quiet, and a group of people are quiet is not called quiet, and they are afraid of each other's hearts, can they be quiet?

Feng Jing raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window, it was quiet, like a sleeping person. His hand couldn't help but rise, stroking towards half of Xu Aiyi's face, he was enjoying the silence. As if he was lying on the bed after coming out of the potion room, Xu Aiyi quietly enjoyed his quietness.

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