White Swan

Chapter 66

A ward in the south of the hospital in the city was empty and quiet, only the ticking of drips and the mechanical sound of instruments.

He Haoyun leaned against the bed alone in a daze.He was still wearing the white shirt, which had been stained a dirty brown from smoke and mottled blood.

His upper body was tightly wrapped with gauze, a little blood oozes from behind, and a lot of shattered glass from the explosion pierced into his back. He almost acted as a meat shield in front of Qiao Fei, but he himself suffered seriously injured.When I fainted, I also hit my head, and the back of my head hit the corner of the table, with a slight concussion.

Even though he was ordered by the nurse not to move, He Haoyun still supported the hospital bed and got up slowly. His movements touched the wound on his back, and there was another burst of dizzying pain.

The crystal lamp that was supposed to hit him was blocked by Qiao Fei, and he wanted to find him.

He Haoyun didn't know which ward Qiao Fei was in. He was rescued by the ambulance medical staff from the study room with thick smoke. When he regained his consciousness, he saw the thin boy lying on top of him, with half of his body covering his head. , the calf just blocked his chest.

As for Qiao Fei's left leg... He Haoyun couldn't hold back the roar that burst out of his throat.

His left leg was bloody and bloody, the sharp decoration on the crystal chandelier pierced into the flesh of the leg, and the heavy chandelier fell entirely on the calf.

Qiao Fei's face was pale, her lips were bitten, her eyes were tightly closed, her arms were still around He Haoyun's shoulders, and her fingers were tightly clutching his clothes.

He Haoyun was gently removed from under Qiao Fei by the medical staff, put on a stretcher, and when he was escorted out of the study, he saw one of them feeling Qiao Fei's pulse through the three or four nurses surrounding him.

Why do you want to feel his pulse...

He Haoyun's heart sank suddenly, his throat seemed to be pinched hard by a claw, blood came out from the pinch.

He seemed to have lost something, the boy lying there looked so small, but there was so much blood coming out of his calf.

Why is there so much blood dripping slowly outward on the wooden floor.

Qiao Fei couldn't even see the ups and downs in her chest, her arms were limply drooping on the ground, her eyes were tightly closed.

He Haoyun turned over and wanted to jump off the stretcher. He wanted to ask the nurse who was feeling Qiao Fei's pulse why he didn't save him, but he was stopped by the medical staff around him. He desperately wanted to go to Qiao Fei's side and tried hard. He pushed away the medical staff who were blocking him, but he couldn't use his arms at all.

For the first time, he felt so helpless, money, power, contacts, he had nothing to use.

Usually, what is his is his, and what is not his can be snatched by every means, but now he has no choice but to watch Qiao Fei lying there weakly, and the medical staff beside him hold him tight. On a stretcher.

He Haoyun let out a heart-piercing cry, and pushed the people around him desperately.

Why are they all around him, why is no one saving Qiao Fei yet.

The sharp needle of the sedative pierced his skin, but he struggled violently as if he didn't feel it. He wanted to call Qiao Fei's name, and wanted the nurse who stopped him to save him, but he couldn't make any sound. .

He Haoyun's consciousness gradually blurred, his body lost all strength, and finally his eyelids were too heavy to open.

When he woke up, he had arrived at the hospital. The wound on his back had been stitched and bandaged.

If the nurse next to him hadn't told him when he woke up, don't worry, your family is fine, He Haoyun would have crawled to find Qiao Fei even if his leg was broken.

His head was still a little dizzy after being injected with a sedative, and He Haoyun's legs were weak, and he barely stood still while leaning on the wall. He moved forward in small steps, and finally he was able to stand still after walking for a while.

Qiao Fei's ward is on the west side of the hospital, not close to He Haoyun's ward.

He walked for a long time before arriving, but standing in front of the door, he didn't have the courage to open the door.A nurse passed by, and He Haoyun wanted to grab her to ask Qiao Fei's situation, but he didn't know how to ask, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

The nurse left inexplicably.

There is a small window above the door of the ward, and He Haoyun peeped into it, his heart beating gradually faster.

It's obviously not a big deal to take a look, but He Haoyun feels inexplicably guilty, as if Qiao Fei's injury was caused by him alone.

Thinking about it carefully, it might be, if it wasn't for her, Qiao Fei wouldn't have been injured.

He saved Qiao Fei, but at the same time brought this kind and clean boy into hell.

He had treated Qiao Fei so cruelly, but the boy actually saved him, and he should be the one who died.

His canary is a little fool.

In the room, Shi Xubai was sitting beside Qiao Fei's bed, gently holding his hand, while the boy on the hospital bed...

Qiao Fei's leg was wrapped with a thick layer of bandages, and a pillow was placed under the knee of her left leg to raise it up, and her calf was lifted slightly in the air.

His eyes were closed tightly, almost blending into the pale sheets, as if he would melt into the hospital smelling of disinfectant after lying down for a few more hours.

He Haoyun has never been afraid of anything, and he has never been sad for any reason. He thought his heart was frozen, but now his heart hurts so much that it seems to have split into several petals, falling to the ground and shattering into foam. The pain on the body is [-] times.

It turns out that a canary raised as a toy can also make his heart hurt like this. Qiao Fei didn't know when it was already a piece of flesh that he couldn't get rid of, and he felt heart-piercing pain only after being scratched.

He almost lost him before he felt the pain of Eviscerate, but it was all his fault.

If it wasn't for herself, Qiao Fei might think about how to save some money with her peers, or how to be seen by the world in the dance troupe, instead of lying on a hospital bed like this.

In the final analysis, it was his fault.

When Shi Xubai raised his head, he saw He Haoyun standing outside the door through the window at a glance, his eyes dimmed imperceptibly.

He released Qiao Fei's hand, stuffed it carefully into the quilt, covered him with the quilt, got up and opened the door, and closed the door gently behind him.

"Don't say it here, he's sleeping." Shi Xubai didn't look at He Haoyun, walked past him, and walked towards the end of the corridor without looking back.

He Haoyun followed like a walking corpse, and what he couldn't get rid of in his mind was the way the boy blocked him in the study.

At the end of the corridor, Shi Xubai stopped without looking back, with his hands in his pockets, as if trying to suppress something.

After being quiet for a long time, it was He Haoyun who spoke first: "I..."

He didn't know what to say after he said a word, and he was in a daze with a hoarse voice.

"Are you responsible for his injury?" Shi Xubai interrupted him coldly, but did not look back at him, "His leg is his life, do you know that?"

"You fucking bastard." Shi Xubai has never lost his temper in his life. He is always gentle and calm towards people and things, but now he is completely out of control. He Haoyun.

He didn't control his emotions, and swung his left hand tightly at his side towards He Haoyun's face, hitting his forehead with one punch, then another punch, and another punch... until the joints were stained with blood. Just stopped.

He used to have a terrible aversion to violence, but he could get blood on his hands for the boy in the ward.

He Haoyun was punched by Shi Xubai several times in the face, and he was in burning pain, but he didn't fight back, just supported the wall, and said weakly: "My brother, my brother did it, he wants me to die."

His voice was very soft, as if he was explaining or convincing himself that Qiao Fei's injury had nothing to do with him.

After finishing speaking, he himself felt shameless, and wanted to push the blame in a few words.

"I don't care about your family's affairs, and I don't care if it's your brother or your grandfather, but no one can hurt Qiao Fei." Shi Xubai lightly shook the blood on his hands, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth , with a hint of contempt that doesn't match his gentle eyebrows, "You are not worthy of him, ten of you, or a hundred of you are not worthy of him."

The noise of their quarrel was a bit loud, and a young nurse on duty was attracted over. She looked at He Haoyun's bloody face and Shi Xubai's hands, she understood, and hurried forward to persuade them to leave.

But He Haoyun waved her hand and told her to leave it alone. The little nurse wanted to persuade her, but was dragged away by the head nurse who knew who He Haoyun was.

There were only the two of them left in the corridor, so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing.

"I didn't...I..." He Haoyun spoke slowly.

"Have you ever thought that you have never loved him, you just want to have him. He is not a piece of clothing or an object, he will also be sad, painful, and uncomfortable." Shi Xubai slowly calmed down a little.

There was some confusion in He Haoyun's voice: "What do you like about him... you want to snatch it from me..."

"I like everything, what you like and what you don't, I, all, all, like, like." Shi Xubai paused word by word, "This is the difference between me and you."

He Haoyun looked straight at the gray walls of the hospital, and murmured: "...different..."

"If his leg doesn't work, I want you to remember it's your fault."

"He's a swan. I didn't give him wings. He was born to fly." Shi Xubai had nothing else to say to He Haoyun, and after saying this, he turned and walked towards the ward.

After walking two steps, a trembling voice came from behind: "He saved my life."

Shi Xubai was stunned for a second when he heard it, and paused in his footsteps, but he didn't look back, and walked straight back to the ward where Qiao Fei was.

After returning to the room, he closed the door firmly, and never gave He Haoyun another look.

But He Haoyun didn't leave. He stood outside the door and looked at Qiao Fei through the window, but he didn't knock on the door to come in. He just leaned against the wall silently, and didn't care about squeezing the wound wrapped in gauze behind him.

Shi Xubai ignored him, sat back on the chair next to Qiao Fei's bed, took the boy's hand out from under the quilt, and held it tightly in his palm again.

Qiao Fei's hand was a little cold, Shi Xubai put it into his clothes, trying to bring him some warmth.

He will never let him get hurt again, and he will be able to protect Qiao Fei from all wind and rain in the future. He wants this child to be the treasure in his heart.