Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Chapter 245 The young painter has no desire to live 10

After some time, the sky outside started to get a little dark.

The noise in Yun Chen's ears became weaker, and his consciousness began to dissipate.

[System 112: Ahhhh, you have a fever! ]

Xie Kecheng was the owner of the villa, and everyone gathered around Xie Kecheng to treat his wounds.

No one cared about Yun Chen, who was curled up on the ground and almost unconscious from the fever.

[System 112: Do you want me to help you mix the medicine? Are you dizzy? Does your throat hurt? ]

[Yun Chen: It’s a fine little system, just let me burn it.I have to create a breakthrough and let Xie Ke come to me to verify something. ]

Yun Chen's guess was absolutely correct.

Yun Chen's anxious words of "brother" awakened something deep in Xie Kecheng's memory...

During that leapfrog challenge, his internal organs were broken, his eyes were deliberately injured, and he was thrown into the basement to die.

In the dimness, he didn't feel much pain. He only remembered that there was a child beside him, crying for his brother.

The boy's voice hasn't even changed yet.

She sounded like a little girl, crying and saying that he would find a way to save herself.

Xie Kecheng later went to find him. He was the youngest son of the owner of the bar next door.

The age and details can be matched, and the bar owner can even produce the bill that paid for his surgery at that time.

Xie Kecheng didn't suspect anything. He thanked him and gave many benefits to the bar owner who was about to go bankrupt.

But Yunchen's call of "brother" immediately reminded him of that painful but hopeful experience.

Although it was only a short three days.

But Xie Kecheng, who was trapped in the darkness, was looking forward to the boy coming to see him every second.

The boy would gently wipe his blood with his little hands, give him food and water, and keep comforting him that he would get better soon.

After hearing these details, Dr. Chen bet his career and vowed to bring the child, saying that he would be able to cure Xie Kecheng's trauma!

But after people brought it, it had no effect at all.

Is it...

No.

impossible.

Xie Kecheng investigated Yun Chen's information very carefully.

During the time when he was seriously injured, the Miao family was preparing a grand apprenticeship banquet for their son, and even spent a lot of money to invite many reporters to report on it.

It was impossible for Yun Chen to appear where he was.

After Xie Kecheng's hand was bandaged, he asked everyone around him to retreat.

Xie Kecheng walked up to Yun Chen and looked at him with a frown.

This pajamas belongs to Xie Kecheng.

The loose clothes made the young man very thin, and he was even more pitiful when he was curled up in a ball. His head was pressed against the hard floor, and his eyelids were half drooped as if he had fallen asleep.

I think he wiped his tears with his arm when he was crying, and the young man's face was covered with blood stains.

Xie Kecheng knelt down and patted his face with his uninjured hand: "Miao Yunchen, wake up."

Yun Chen opened his eyes a little.

But he was not awake and couldn't even raise his head. He just glanced at him sleepily, and his eyelids slowly dropped.

He hugged himself tighter and made a dull and weak sound in his chest: "It's so cold..."

Xie Kecheng touched his forehead, and his tentacles were hot.

He suddenly remembered that four months ago, when he went to the hospital to pick up the boy, he was lying on the hospital bed receiving first aid with his face covered in blood, his eyes half-opened and without any focus...

After a moment of silence, Xie Kecheng picked him up and took him to his room.

He put the person on the bed and called the doctor to give him a fever-reducing injection.

Yun Chen was still crying in discomfort, but after the injection, he had no reaction at all. He fell asleep directly, sinking into the mattress and motionless.

The doctor put away the syringe and said worriedly: "Mr. Xie, this child is in very poor health and is very likely to have a fever in the middle of the night. You have to ask the servants to come over and watch over him. If the fever starts, give him some antipyretic medicine."

The doctor was afraid that Xie Kecheng would not be willing, so he continued: "I can stay here..."

Xie Kecheng: "No need, I'll look at him."

The doctor was startled for a moment and opened his mouth to speak, but did not dare to say anything.

Who is this person who can make Mr. Xie stay up late at night during his busy work?

But soon, the doctor understood.

Mr. Xie would be tortured by insomnia every once in a while. Dr. Chen came here this morning. It was probably the time when he was sick.

I can’t sleep anyway, why don’t I take a look at this boy?

The doctor nodded, thinking that since these two were patients, he would definitely be called in at night, so he simply left the medicine box here.

He also packed several portions of medicine and wrote on each one with a pen as a distinction: "If you still can't get rid of the medicine after taking it, call me over."

"Your hands will be very painful after the anesthesia wears off. These are painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. It's best to take them in advance."

Xie Kecheng: "Yeah."

After the doctor left, Xie Kecheng began to feel agitated again, and the image of Yun Chen taking a knife to cut his wrist kept flashing in front of his eyes.

He sat behind the desk for a while. The anesthetic gradually wore off and his fingers ached.

Xie Kecheng stood up and came to the corridor to take a breath. When he lowered his head, he saw the mess in the place.

He frowned tightly and called the nanny who was cleaning the room to come over and ask her to throw away all the broken paintings in the living room.

Seeing that the ground was clean and tidy again, Xie Kecheng took a breath.

At night, Xie Kecheng's left hand, which was wrapped in gauze, began to feel severe pain.

He took medicine, but it didn't help.

This situation has happened before. After being injured, it still hurts even after taking painkillers.

Chen Pi told him that it was psychological trauma that controlled the nerves in his brain. He believed that as long as the pain was severe, the child who comforted him in the dark would appear.

Then, Chen Pi would call the bar owner's son to accompany him and take care of him, pouring water, taking medicine, etc.

But it didn't work.

It hurts even more.

Xie Kecheng simply ignored the pain in his hands and took out the company's report form from the safe to open it to divert his attention.