"Daddy, woo...... Daddy......"

I don't know how long time has passed, Qiao Zhanbei came back to her senses in the cry of Xiao Nuan, the little girl stood opposite the coffee table, watching him cry, clear tears gurgling down from the corners of her eyes.

In front of him, little Jojo held a white towel and helped him wipe the hot water stains on his legs.

"Dad, do you hurt?" Qiao Qiao asked with concern.

Dad's legs were still hot, and it was dangerous boiling water.

Listening to his daughter's words, Qiao Zhanbei swallowed his blocked throat, a stiff smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "Dad doesn't hurt." ”

The heart said, "Your father's leg is dead, and you can't feel any pain when you splash it with boiling water."

Now, he can't seem to move one of his arms.

Qiao Zhanbei secretly took a few deep breaths to keep himself calm, and he tried to move his entire arm on his left side again.

Still unable to move, without any sensation.

"Yo, what's wrong?" Grandpa Qiao, who went to answer the phone and came back, looked at the chaotic scene in the tea room, his face sank, and he raised his voice: "Little grandson! ”

The kettle he used to make tea rolled to the ground, the coffee table was crooked, Xiao Nuan Nuan cried loudly, Qiao Zhanbei's two calves were soaked, and Xiao Qiaoqiao took care of him unhurriedly.

The guards and nannies rushed to hear the sound and were busy.

Qiao Zhanbei was burned on his leg, and after returning to the room, with the help of the guard Uncle Sun, he changed his clothes, and he needed to go to the hospital to deal with the burns.

"Grandpa, a little injury, don't tell Mianmian yet, let her concentrate on work." Before getting into the car, Qiao Zhanbei said a word to Grandpa Qiao.

He quickly arrived at the hospital, treated the burns, called Shi Yanshen, and told him about the condition of his left arm.

In the consultation room, orthopedic and neurology experts looked at Qiao Zhanbei's latest CT film, compared with the last film, and discussed.

Judging from the CT film, the position of his spinal cord injury is a little higher, it used to be the lumbar spine, and now it is above the chest cavity.

", except for falling off the cliff, I haven't suffered any injuries, and there are no cases of falling or knocking." Qiao Zhanbei sat in a wheelchair with a black face and said coldly.

The doctors and experts were also confused.

"Mr. Joe, that's where we're confused. Clinically, we have never seen a patient with an inexplicable spinal cord injury like yours. ”

Inexplicable injury.

Qiao Zhanbei chewed the expert's words carefully, his eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and his face became heavier and heavier.

Could it be that he was paralyzed in the lower half of his body and was not injured when he fell off a cliff?

Be......

The air seemed to freeze, dull and heavy, and he had trouble breathing.

Qiao Zhanbei walked out of the consultation room without saying a word, and Shi Yanshen followed.

On the rooftop, the man sat in a wheelchair, he tilted his head slightly, looking at the dark clouds covering the sky, he was like a statue, motionless.

Only the cigarette between his right fingers rose in curling smoke, and at the end of the cigarette, the curvy and long smell of smoke was blown off by the breeze, drifting away, and some spilled on the sleeve of his coat.

Shi Yanshen raised his wrist and looked at his watch, half an hour ago, Qiao Zhanbei said that let him be quiet alone, he just sat there and looked at the sky, smoking a cigarette.

The back is lonely.

It makes people feel a sense of amazement.

He walked over.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses, he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a few puffs.

Shi Yanshen was just about to speak, but he was the first to break the silence, "Before I fell off the cliff, Shangguan Ting injected me with a blue potion, and he threatened that I would die slowly. I asked you to help me with a blood test before, and I was also suspicious of this, and the result was ...... Nothing was found. I thought he was intimidating me......"

Now that I think about it, how could Shangguan Ting, who treats human life like a mustard, let him go so easily.

What's more, he hated him to the core.

Listening to his words, Shi Yan lost his usual calm, his crisp chest rose and fell sharply, and he took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

"You're saying that your paralysis in the lower half of your body is the result of drugs?" Shi Yan took a deep puff of his cigarette, "I've never heard of this medicine. ”

Qiao Zhanbei closed his eyes and said in a slow tone: "He is involved in the black, and it is likely that he is a biological and chemical weapon researched by an illegal laboratory." ”

"Thou haughty lord should be powerless to watch thyself slowly die, physical, mental, and double torment......"

Shangguan Ting's spell-like voice sounded in his ears.

At that time, he was beaten unconscious, and he did not hear clearly, but now he recalls it word for word.

Qiao Zhanbei's right hand clenched tightly, the unburned cigarette shattered in his palm, he clenched his back molars tightly, and his eyes were red.

Indeed, both physical and mental torture.

He has been through it for more than seven months.

He had just crawled out of the dark abyss, accepted the fact that he was disabled, overcame psychological and spiritual obstacles, and now he ......

The hammer of fate smashed him the head again.

The corners of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth rose mockingly, "I'm probably dying." ”

There was a trilling in his tone.

Shi Yanshen threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it, walked up to Qiao Zhanbei, comforted him, and encouraged him: "Zhanbei, don't be depressed first, I will immediately send your medical records to my mentor in the United States, explain the situation to them, they are all authorities in the medical field, and there will be a way." ”

Qiao Zhanbei hunched his back, lowered his head, and his right hand, which could still move, clenched his fist and pounded his head one by one.

Ye Mian worked overtime until the shopping mall where the embroidery pavilion was located was close before getting off work, and she carried a cup of taro bobo milk tea into the house, which was given to her by Jiang Xun's child when he got off work.

At night, invite her to drink milk tea, does she still want to sleep?

She didn't drink it and brought it back.

After watching the two children, when he returned to the bedroom on the first floor, Qiao Zhanbei had already fallen asleep, and he usually waited for her to come back before sleeping.

She crept closer to the edge of the bed and reached out to probe the temperature of his forehead, thinking he was not feeling well.