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After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xing chatted with Qiao Yun for a while, and did some rehabilitation. Qiao Xing didn't leave the nursing home until Qiao Yun fell asleep in the evening.

It was already 09:30 when Qiao Xing arrived at the hospital. Wen Changrong had been going to bed early since the car accident. At this time, he had washed up and was about to go to bed. When Qiao Xing came back, the man looked a little surprised.

"I thought you would go home directly." Wen Changrong said.

Uncle Wu hurriedly found a reason to leave the ward, and Qiao Xing leaned against the door, humming, "Why, I'm not welcome?"

"No." Wen Changrong shook his head, and only tilted the pillow that had been flattened just now on his back, propping up his upper body a little, as if waiting for Qiao Xing to speak.

After Qiao Xing finished humming, he walked into the ward staggeringly. He sat on the chair beside the man's bed, looked at Wen Changrong's cheeks several times, and asked:

"Have you had dinner?"

"I've eaten." Wen Changrong naturally had no choice but to ask in this kind of homely conversation, "What about you?"

"I've eaten it, I ate it in the nursing home," Qiao Xing smacked his lips, "Don't mention it, the food in the nursing home tastes really good."

"Well," Wen Changrong asked, "how is your brother?"

"The doctor said he's recovering well." At this point in the topic, Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the man's eyes. He paused, and asked straight to the point the purpose of coming tonight: "Sir...you set up a treatment program for my brother , why didn't you tell me?"

Qiao Xing's question seemed to surprise Wen Changrong, and the man paused before answering: "Isn't our agreement written about helping to take care of your brother?"

Wen Changrong said: "And you have told me about this many times before, and I have promised you all of them."

"..."

That's right, they had signed a nurturing agreement back then, which roughly stated how much money they would give Qiao Xing each month, what Qiao Xing needed to do, and what Wen Changrong needed to do.

In addition to what was written in the agreement, he asked him to take good care of his younger brother, which was something the two had repeated many times over the years.

But... Qiao Xing didn't know how to express it.

He did ask Wen Changrong to take good care of his younger brother, and the agreement even stated that if something happened to him, Wen Changrong was obliged to help him support Qiao Yun.

"But..." Qiao Xing looked at the man's natural expression, and said in disbelief, "Taking care of my brother is different from... investing in medical projects, isn't it?"

"What's the difference?" Wen Changrong replied, "Your brother is a patient. Of course, the so-called good care can't just let him lie in bed like this. As a patient, it's better to be cured, right? Don't you want him to wake up too?" ?"

"... That's what I said, I really want him to wake up." Qiao Xing scratched his head, seeing Wen Changrong's calm expression and felt unprecedented awkwardness and distress. He even didn't know how to explain this problem to Wen Changrong: " But... the money spent is different?"

Yes, it is money.

In the beginning, he asked Wen Changrong to take care of his younger brother. In fact, he wanted to protect his younger brother's monthly medical expenses of tens of thousands. He never thought about the huge expense of establishing a medical project.

The man's eyes fell on Qiao Xing's face, his brows frowned, his eyes seemed to be thinking about something, then he shook his head and explained to him seriously: "Qiao Xing, I really didn't spend more than a billion on your brother. I talked to you on the phone before."

"I know, but..."

"I really can't remember how much money I invested, and the millions I told you may not be accurate, but you really don't have to think about the huge amount of money," Wen Changrong said, "I'm a businessman, how much money can I move?" I know how much money and how much I can pay.”

"..."

Wen Changrong always explained seriously, as if he was answering the questions raised by his subordinates during a meeting.

Yes, when it comes to money, Wen Changrong is indeed more professional than him, and Qiao Xing doesn't even know how to refute it.

"In addition to that, why do you go to the nursing home every month to personally supervise the energy of the doctors?" Qiao Xing said, "You are already busy enough at work, but you still have to go to the hospital so many times a month..."

"Do you think it's tiring to go to the nursing home four times a month?" Wen Changrong frowned slightly, looking at him with a little doubt, as if he couldn't understand what Qiao Xing was thinking.

Qiao Xing: "..."

"I think you're too exaggerated in thinking about all this." Wen Changrong tried to explain to him, "Many times, a project of the Wen family will be discussed for a whole month, and I need to rush about it every day. Even if it's a small project, I need to review the results of a working period, and your brother's matter only needs to be checked once a week, and it doesn't take much time to go once."

"...But this is different from work!" Qiao Xing's head hurts, "Your project is several hundred million or at least several million, and my brother... has no money for it!"

Wen Changrong was taken aback by his words, as if he wanted to be persuaded, but soon looked at him with deep helplessness:

"...Can you stop thinking about money?"

"I……"

Qiao Xing was speechless.

Are feelings still vulgar? !

"I won't tell you, one reason is that awakening the vegetative state does not happen overnight, the waiting time will be very painful, and if you don't wake up in the end, you will also be disappointed."

"……Um."

"Again, this is really not something important enough to tell you?"

"...?"

"I know what you want. The matter of taking care of your brother is also what we agreed from the very beginning. It is written in black and white." Wen Changrong turned his head and looked at the water glass on the table, and the man handed it to him. Qiao Xing explained: "You said that you want me to tell you about the establishment of the medical project, as if I poured you a glass of water and then specifically told you that I poured you a glass of water."

"..."

"Isn't that weird?"

"..."

"It seems that no good company will go out of its way to tell customers how many days I have spent in the sun and how many workers I have recruited for your project, because these are meaningless things." Wen Changrong said, "As long as nothing goes wrong , the final result is good, isn’t it all right?”

"..."

Qiao Xing felt defeated.

He looked at Wen Changrong without saying a word, feeling complicated, and there was another feeling, ah, as expected, this is Wen Changrong's feeling.

After all, Wen Changrong is very reliable in other aspects except being emotionally stupid.

Men have their own unique way of treating others, so you can't say he's completely good, and you can't say he's completely bad.

"Oh!" The fat assistant who was squatting outside the window and listening to the corner couldn't take it anymore.

The fat assistant poked his head into the ward, and beeped loudly: "Mr. Qiao wants you to tell him, then you can remember what you did and tell him not to do it! What kind of work is not working! Mr. Qiao again Not a job! This example is inappropriate!"

"..." Wen Changrong was stunned.

The fat assistant's words seemed to make some sense, causing the man to fall into a short thought, and then replied after a while: "Even if it's not a job, it's written in black and white on the agreement, I have promised him so many times..."

"Oh my ancestor...Mr. Wen!" The fat assistant blinked his eyes, "Mr. Qiao said he would! He would!"

"..." Wen Changrong looked at him for a few seconds, as if he understood, he looked at Qiao Xing and nodded. "Well, I will tell you about similar things in the future."

The fat assistant let out a sigh of relief.

Qiao Xing and the man looked at each other for a few seconds, and felt a different kind of tiredness just like the fat assistant.

"Mr. Wen..." Qiao Xing said with emotion.

"Ok?"

"Except for those who are in love with you, everyone who knows you must be very happy."

"..."

Qiao Xing's yin and yang strangeness mocked that Dafa was as proficient as ever, and made people choke so hard that he couldn't say a word.

******

Qiao Xing began to run three-way between hospitals, nursing homes, and workplaces. The morning is the time when people have the best memory. Qiao Yun does rehabilitation training in the morning, so Qiao Xing went to see Qiao Yun in the morning. Wen Changrong needed to recover because of his body. Long, there is nothing serious except for that thing in his head, so Qiao Xing will only go to accompany Wen Changrong in the afternoon.

As for work, Qiao Xing's on-site recordings are all at night. Occasionally, when he records for a day, he can only go to two places at night to watch. He basically doesn't go home at night, either sleeping in a nursing home or sleeping in Wen Changrong. there.

Time passed quickly, and Wen Changrong was allowed to be temporarily discharged from the hospital.

The so-called temporary discharge probably means going home to recuperate by yourself, but during this period of time you need to observe closely, and return to the hospital as soon as possible if something goes wrong.

In fact, the doctor advised Wen Changrong not to leave the hospital, and it would be best to stay there until he went abroad for surgery, but after staying in the hospital for so long, Wen Changrong naturally felt bored, the doctor said that he could be discharged, and the man immediately showed a relieved expression.

Although he wanted to be discharged from the hospital, Wen Changrong was not in a hurry to go through the discharge procedures. Instead, when a certain Qiao Xing came to the hospital as usual, he sat up straight in a less deliberate but slightly different way from before, as if he was in the same place. Qiao Xing said.

"I'm leaving the hospital soon."

"I know." Qiao Xing replied casually, looking through the man's only right hand that wasn't injured much.

After so long, the blood scab on the palm has almost fallen off, replaced by new red or white flesh. It doesn't look as shocking as it was a while ago, but the mottled traces can still glimpse the man's serious injuries.

"Will there be a scar?" Qiao Xing asked.

"If you just talk about these arms, it won't be." Wen Changrong didn't care much about it, and just answered him, "It doesn't matter if there are scars, if it is really serious, just have surgery to remove it."

"Will it hurt? Laser or skin grafting or something..."

"It's okay." After answering, the man saw that Qiao Xing was still staring at the wound on his arm, as if he cared about his injury, and said, "Qiao Xing, I thought about it. I'm going to be discharged from the hospital. Running will be more tiring."

"Ok?"

Wen Changrong stared at him and said today's destination, "So I called the dean and asked if there was any coordination method. The dean said that all the rehabilitation equipment can be moved to Wen's house. There are many houses in the manor, and there are temporary decorations. A rehabilitation building is also fine, and the medical personnel in charge of rehabilitation will also stay with them, so you can take your brother to live with Wen's family at that time, and there will be no delay in treatment and companionship."

"..."

Qiao Xing looked back from the man's mottled arm, and looked at Wen Changrong with a delicate expression.

It's not surprising that Wen Changrong felt that he was tired and wanted to help him solve the problem, but the solution, the time when he came up with the solution, the way Wen Changrong was sitting upright at the moment, and the eyes that kept staring at him all the time undoubtedly showed that Wen Changrong might not be interested in drunkenness.

Qiao Xing thought about it for a while, and soon realized that Wen Changrong was about to be discharged from the hospital. If he went back to rest at home, there must be countless servants around him, so he didn't have to take care of Wen Changrong every day.

What did you say to send his brother to Wen's house to make him less tired? This is obviously to let him live in Wen's house in the name of his brother.

Qiao Xing stared at the man again and again, and subconsciously wanted to say something, but when he saw the man's still bound right arm and chest, he immediately swallowed the words that came to his lips, only raised his eyebrows, and told Wen Changrong An ambiguous answer.

"Let's talk about it when you leave the hospital."

……

When Wen Changrong was discharged from the hospital, Qiao Xing got it. He told Qiao Yun that it was a day off.

Wen Changrong was only discharged from the hospital temporarily, and his condition was not fully recovered, so the Wen family did not hold any ceremony. On the day of discharge, only a few family members and Qiao Xing came.

Mother Wen sat on Wen Changrong's left, Qiao Xing sat on Wen Changrong's right, and the black Bentley drove into Wen's house again, as if reunited after a long absence.

The sunlight pierced through the shade of the trees and cast dappled light, and the familiar scenery and buildings came into view. Fortunately, Qiao hadn't been here for a long time, and looking at these scenery had a sense of familiarity and strangeness.

When Wen Changrong arrived home, the servants of Wen's family were naturally extremely nervous. The car boy was opening the door, so Uncle Wu hurriedly brought a few servants to welcome Wen Changrong.

Uncle Wu also prepared a wheelchair, but the man refused, and at the same time refused the help of others.

After getting off the car, Qiao Xing was naturally by Wen Changrong's side, walking slowly in with the man.

Although Wen Changrong didn't hurt his leg, Wen Changrong's body was obviously not as good as before. There was also a reason for hurting his ribs. He would feel pain when he was out of breath, so his walking speed was also limited.

Walking into the living room, it was inevitable to chat with Master Wen again. Although the Wen family didn't prepare any ceremony, the dust-cleaning banquet was still indispensable. Qiao Xing followed the man and Wen's family to have dinner again.

After dinner and rested for a while, it was time for Wen Changrong to go back to the bedroom on the second floor to rest.

At the beginning, the staircase in Wen's house was grand and beautiful, and it looked like he was walking the stairs of some palace. Now that he is ill, the staircase has become very, very long. When the man reaches the bedroom, he is a little out of breath.

Uncle Wu hurried in to help the man make the bed, Wen Changrong lay down, Qiao Xing handed the warm water to the man, and his eyes fell on the bedroom casually.

Wen Changrong's bedroom is generally not allowed to enter anyone, and if there are special circumstances that need to be taken care of, someone will keep an eye on it.

When Wen Changrong was about to come back, the beds were of course newly replaced, but the rest of the place hadn't been cleaned, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated.

The same is true for the photo frame placed by the bedside, the edge of the oak wood has a layer of gray clearly visible, and the printed photo of the two people wearing black and white suits is not so clear, as if covered by a layer of gray.

Wen Changrong's bedroom has hardly changed. The naked eye can only see the same four colors of black, white, brown and gray. The photo frame next to the bed also looks as cold as before. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice the warm corner at all.

Wen Changrong drank half a cup of hot water. Uncle Wu looked at Qiao Xing who was looking around, and told the man to ring the bell whenever he felt unwell, and then left the room.

Uncle Wu left the bedroom. After Qiao Xing looked around the room, he turned his head to look at the man lying on the bed with his chest still heaving. He raised his eyebrows and joked.

"Lie down in another place, how does it feel?"

"...It's okay." Wen Changrong looked at him with raised eyelids, and replied, "It's better than the hospital. After staying in the hospital for so long, I can't even smell the disinfectant."

Qiao Xing smiled when he heard this, and sat down on the chair beside the bed with ease.

He has always sat in that position during this time, so that he is used to seeing Wen Changrong from this angle.

"Why did you change the photo frame?" Qiao Xing asked.

This photo frame naturally refers to the one on Wen Changrong's bedside. Hearing this, the man turned his head and glanced at the photo frame, and replied, "The previous one is broken."

Qiao Xing thought of something, nodded: "Yeah."

It was late at this time, and the two of them had nothing to talk about in the bedroom. Wen Changrong paused and asked:

"My proposal that day...you haven't answered me yet."

"..."

Qiao Xing paused for a moment, his eyes fell on Wen Changrong's face, feeling that he still couldn't answer.

"I'll think about it."

Wen Changrong didn't speak, but pursed his lips, probably not satisfied with the answer.

The two didn't continue this topic, and they were speechless for a while.

Of course, Qiao Xing knew that Wen Changrong was not very happy, but he didn't show too many special expressions. He just sat down and idly peeled an apple, and patiently cut the pulp into small pieces and put them on the plate.

After the apples were installed, the sky outside the window also darkened, Wen Changrong still didn't say a word, Qiao Xing glanced at the sky, stood up, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Then let's stop here today, I'll go back first..."

Before he finished speaking, and before Qiao Xing took a step, the man on the bed suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him with a firm strength that he hadn't seen in a few months.