Walking out of the wooden door, Zhao Bai'an and Huo Mimu returned to the living room of Fang Zhihua's house.

Siqing has been stripped from Zhao Bai'an's body, and the two have become bystanders again together.

Siqing, who came out of the bathroom, had firm eyes, her face was wet, she should have washed it with cold water, and seemed to force herself to calm down quickly and regain her composure.

That's amazing!

Siqing rubbed her face with her palm and patted it again, trying to keep herself awake. Then she walked to Fang Zhihua's side, squinted her eyes, and looked at him carefully.

Because the fruit knife is very short, except for the waist position that has been rotated fiercely, the amount of bleeding in other places is not large, although the mottled blood stains oozing on the clothes look very scary, but Fang Zhihua's chest is still undulating, and he still has breathing.

Siqing put away the folding fruit knife that she threw on the ground, wiped all the places she might have touched with a napkin, and put the napkin into the crossbody bag. She had been very restrained from the moment she entered the room, so it was all done very quickly.

Then she walked to Fang Zhihua's room, and after a while, she found his mobile phone, wrapped it in a napkin and walked back to the sofa again.

"Hey!" Siqing threw the phone on Fang Zhihua's chest.

"Poof—cough, cough," the blood spots that had stopped expanding became larger again, "Woo-" Fang Zhihua let out a painful groan.

"I've got your phone, you can call an ambulance yourself."

"Srily... Why ......"

"Sly? Heh, I'm ......" Siqing's words stopped abruptly, and she paused and threatened, "Heh, Fang Zhihua, if you dare to shake me out, you don't want me to keep your dirty secrets!" ”

"As for whether you live or die...... It is also up to you to your own creation. ”

Siqing put on a long coat, wrapped her bloodstained inside, and reluctantly looked at the oil painting on which Si Li was painted.

"Hello? Ambulance... I'm going to die...... Come on... The address is ......"

The faint cry for help, panting intermittently, pulled back Siqing's gaze, she tightened her clothes, stopped staying, and left here.

The ambulance came quickly, and in less than ten minutes, Fang Zhihua had already been moved into the back compartment of the hospital, and then fell into a coma.

*******

"What's going on!" When the pot-bellied middle-aged man trotted over, it was already after Fang Zhihua survived the emergency and was transferred to the ICU.

"I don't know the specifics... I heard the doctor say it was ......" The middle-aged woman who was already sitting outside the door when Fang Zhihua was struggling with life and death rubbed her forehead with her hand repeatedly.

"I don't know? It's not clear how long you've been here! The middle-aged man directly interrupted the woman's words and complained loudly.

The woman got up from her seat when she heard this, her eyes wide: "What are you yelling at me!" Yes?! I'm late, and I still have the face to blame?! ”

"Am I not attending an event? Didn't I rush over right away after I finished participating?! ”

"Yo, Fang, Zheng, Liang, do you still have the face to say? Active activity, your mind is full of activity! Is there anything else on your mind besides socializing? Why didn't you rush over as soon as you got the news? Do you have to come after the event? ”

"Then I can't get out of it!"

"Can't get out, hehe." The woman sneered and pointed at the man's nose, "It's not like I don't know when your activities will end today!" ”

"You're not done! Without me, would you have a good day like today? ”

"You!"

"No loud noises in the hospital! If you want to quarrel, you can go out and argue. The appearance of a doctor in a white coat interrupted the argument between the two at the right time.

"Oh, doctor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Zhengliang apologized to the white coat who came to warn, "Eh, doctor, wait!" Can you tell me about this patient inside? ”

"Are you his family?" The doctor flipped through the medical notebook and lifted his eyelids to look at him.

"Yes, yes, we are his parents." Fang Zhengliang nodded in agreement.

"Oh~" The doctor looked the man up and down, "It's quite late." ”

"It's too busy, it's too busy! Excuse me, forgive me. ”

"Your son was stabbed with six swords......"

"Hiss-six!" Fang Zhengliang gasped.

"Yes, you listen to me first." The doctor stretched out a hand to stop the man from continuing to ask, "Five of them are concentrated in the right part of the chest, because one of the knives is not long, and the other only one is vertically entered, so it hurts the middle lobe of the lung." The other four knives did not hit the internal organs, which can be said to be very lucky. It's just that each wound has a partial slide, so the wound is relatively large, but you only need to slowly recuperate and wait for healing. ”

"The most serious is another knife." Dr. White Coat continued, "The head of the knife entered from the left side of the abdomen and passed through the large intestine, partially injuring the kidneys. In addition, judging from the wound, the blade is rotated, which makes it more difficult to heal the injured area. So we removed part of the patient's large intestine and kidney, otherwise it may not be saved. ”

"Now the situation has stabilized, but the possibility of complications cannot be ruled out, so it needs to be closely monitored."

"Then my son... Will I still be able to draw in the future? ”

"Drawing?"

"At this point, you're thinking about drawing! Draw! The woman screamed.

"Okay, don't be noisy. After healing, try to avoid physical work or things that are particularly tiring. If I want to draw, as long as I take a proper break, I should be fine. ”

"That's good, that's good~"

"Doctor, how long will it take for him to recover?" Fang Zhengliang continued to ask.

"Judging from this injury, it will be able to recover roughly in about three months, but it is not recommended to immediately return to your usual routine and rest as much as possible for more than half a year."

"Three months?! That's too long, doctor, is there a way to make him almost better in half a month? We're not short of money. ”

"This patient's family, you have to understand that this is not a question of money or not, we have done our best, no matter how much money you give me, I can't buy time."

"But! The Aysonli contest is about to be closed! My son was the winner of the last year's grand prize! Doctor, can't let him miss this one!! Fang Zhengliang jumped to his feet in a hurry.

"No matter how good your son is, as long as he is still a person, he has to rest for at least three months! If you want your son to live, do as I say. "The doctor didn't say much, but he was full of majesty.

Fang Zhengliang's eyes lost their highlights, and he sat on the waiting chair outside the ICU door.

"A talented boy hunted down by the enemy, the youngest laureate in the history of Esonli." The young woman with high heels sat down next to Fang Zhengliang, "Fang Dong, this title, do you like it?" ”

"Who are you! What a mess! ”

"Fang Dong, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. We received news that many of the awards your son has won are in the dark. And now it happens that someone else has stabbed him in the hospital...... I can't help but reverie. ”

"You fart! Are you stalking me?? My son is a genius! It's my glory! ”

"If you think about it, too." The young woman was indifferent to Fang Zhengliang's anger, "It can be said that it has become the artistic cell inheritance of the top bull in the art world, and in turn, it can also be said that it depends on her father to take the position~"

"Oh, what do you say?" The young woman continued while admiring her newly made nails, "Who controls public opinion, I don't think I need to tell you, Fang Dong?" ”

"What do you want?" As long as you understand the other person's intentions, everything will be much easier.

"Don't be so serious, I just want to be friends with you. I don't care if your son's achievements are boring or not, I don't care if it's real or not. ”

"I know that in addition to our family, there are other media outlets that have also been exposed. I can help you settle it all down, and I can even help you write another story clarifying why your son was hospitalized. Just ......"

"What the hell do you want? How much does it cost? ”

"Oh, Fang Dong, look at what you said, since they are friends, talking about money hurts feelings, friends should help each other! In the future, all the dynamics or shady scenes in the art world, of course, do not involve your shady scenes, shouldn't you also share them with your friends and me as soon as possible? ”

"Deal."