Chapter Thirteen: Learning to Make Those Side Dishes (Three)

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  I'm no stranger to the pain that physical injuries bring, it's just a feeling transmitted by nerves to the brain, I can endure it. At first, I tried to make myself fall asleep in order to forget this pain, I thought that if the pain reached its peak, I would be able to fall asleep, and people who are asleep cannot feel pain, but now I find that my assumption was wrong, I couldn't fall asleep, nor could I forget the pain, so all I can do is endure it.

  To endure the pain, I couldn't be still, but I could only be still, so to be still, I closed my eyes. I quietly counted my heartbeat, counted my breaths, and savored the painful sensations transmitted from various injuries all over my body. I knew the nurse had just given me a sedative injection and a painkiller injection, but neither of them had any effect.

  My right leg was heavily bandaged and laid flat on the bed, unable to move at all. The plaster cast extended all the way up to my thigh, making my entire leg feel numb and achy, as if it didn't belong to me. A thick layer of gauze was wrapped around my back from my chest, with my upper body weight pressing down mercilessly on the wound, forcing me to lie on my back. My ribs were broken, and the doctor warned that I had to be careful not to let the fractured ribs puncture my lungs, so I only dared to breathe very lightly, slowly, slowly. A large bundle of gauze was also wrapped around my head, with my hair shaved off, making me look like I was wearing a white helmet. In order to keep the pain in my right leg and back at a constant level, I propped up my left leg, carefully bending my left arm to support myself, trying to shift my body weight onto my left foot, hip, and shoulder as much as possible.

  I want to look at the moving objects to distract myself, but my head is about to explode, and the blood is violently surging through the neck vessels, which are also throbbing like a heartbeat. The indescribable stinging sensation is being transmitted throughout my body by the blood, and I don't want to find it hard even to open my eyes, yet I discover that the act of opening and closing my eyes, which I had never noticed before, has become so difficult at this moment...

  I touch my heart and ask myself, I really want to sigh. Because no matter how friends and classmates around me comfort me, this physical pain can only be felt by myself, at this moment I strongly realize again: the suffering of the body is actually like spiritual thoughts and ideas, it is lonely, lonely and belongs only to oneself.

  I also asked myself: perhaps at this time, using sound to express the physical pain can alleviate the burden. Maybe if I make my breathing a bit louder and thicker, it will have that effect. But I still stubbornly swallowed and chewed on the weak outburst that was struggling between my lips, I told myself, I want to take this pain as my wine, I want to watch it numb my pale nerves, I want to savor it alone, I can only savor it alone...

  Of course, I still want to sleep and hope to dream of all my loved ones... the embrace of my parents, Grandpa Qi's hands, Grandfather's wise eyes, even those two in white and black clothes...

  There are already police at Qiuya who have made a record of the interrogation, and it has been initially identified as a robbery injury case. However, Shi Wei is somewhat puzzled: why did these robbers not hurry to run away after robbing the money, but instead deliberately disabled Longbiao's leg?

  Long Bao's brain was damaged, and the doctor suspected that he might have had a slight concussion, so he couldn't accept police questioning for the time being. Long Bao and Qiu Ya were temporarily in a double room, with Shi Wei and Du Ci taking turns guarding them. Qiu Ya lay on her side on the hospital bed, while Du Ci applied medicine to her wound, seemingly without feeling anything, she just stared blankly at Long Bao with tears in her eyes.

  The cold north wind occasionally shook the door and window of the ward, outside the window finally began to rustle down snowflakes, snowflakes hit the glass, crackling and monotonously striking this small ward, disturbing the few people in the ward.

  The sky brightened, and Long Bao had survived the long night. Shi Wei and others asked him several times if he was in pain, but he just smiled stiffly and said he was fine. The next afternoon, the doctors' diagnosis came out: Long Bao must be treated with anti-inflammatory medication and antibiotics as soon as possible, undergo a full-body CT scan to check for cerebral hemorrhage, and strive to have surgery under general anesthesia within three to five days to reset his bones. Autumn Leaf was not seriously injured, only needing to receive some more anti-inflammatory injections and take some medicine to reduce swelling and eliminate blood stasis, and she could be discharged from the hospital in two days.

  Outside the door, the first heavy snow since winter 2002 quietly fell. The heating in the ward was turned on, and it didn't feel cold at all. Long Bao was wearing a hospital gown, with only one pant leg on, loosely covering his left leg. He had a thin blanket draped over him, using his willpower to forget the pain all over his body. He lay quietly in bed, waiting for dusk to arrive. From time to time, some male and female classmates came to visit Long Bao and Qiu Ya. After everyone left, Long Bao finally fell asleep near dusk...

  How come the mountains are all barren? Why is there no crop in the fields? At least in winter, there should be wheat and vegetables! Why doesn't this wide Zijiang River have any water flowing? Looking around, there isn't a single greenery or flying bird, not even an insect can be seen! Only the dark houses stand on the land like tombs, emitting a gloomy and desolate atmosphere...

  What...what's going on? I'm actually flying! I've actually flown up!

  White clothes and black clothes hahaha laughed wildly...... Haha wildly laughed and grabbed my hand......

  I made a great effort!

  Suddenly a severe pain pierced his brain, and his arm muscles twitched involuntarily. Long Biao suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyeballs scanned the surroundings. Outside the window, it was already pitch black, and the sound of wind and snow could still be heard faintly. In the bright and clean hospital room, only Qiu Ya was left, and everyone else had disappeared. Qiu Ya's face was still slightly swollen, with a bruise on her forehead and scratches on top.

  "Long Bao, are you awake?" Qiu Ya was startled out of her reverie by Long Bao and hastily wrapped his left hand in both of hers, asking softly, "Are you feeling better? Is it still hurting?"

  Qiu Ya's gentle care momentarily made Long Biao forget the pain in his body. Long Biao looked at Qiu Ya with gratitude, his face once so radiant and vibrant. He spoke with some difficulty, "I'm a bit better now. What time is it? Where are they?"

  Qiu Ya was determined not to go back and rest, she wanted to guard Long Bao's bed, Hai Tao and Shi Wei went outside to eat something, it was already 10 o'clock at night.

  Longbiao had been lying numbly for a long time, gesturing to Qiuya to shake the bed for him. The continuous IV drip made Longbiao feel like he needed to urinate after waking up, but this couldn't be solved in front of her, so he had to wait until Haitao and the others returned.

  There was a knock at the door.

  Qiu Ya Song opened his hands, which were just massaging, stood up and said: "They have arrived, I will go open the door."

  Chang usually holds a large bag in one hand and a flower basket in the other, standing at the door, followed by Zheng Xue and Wen Li.

  They came to see Qiu Ya. Although Long Bao had some opinions about Zheng Xue, he didn't have any bad feelings towards Chang Cheng. He smiled at Chang Cheng and greeted him.

  "You're here for what?"

  Chang Cheng was indeed worried about Qiu Ya's situation, and after careful consideration, he even felt a little guilty and regretful when he learned about Qiu Ya and Long Bao's injuries. Zheng Xue, on the other hand, was completely different, he took the opportunity to visit Qiu Ya to personally see the miserable scene of Long Bao's broken leg, so that he could feel good in his heart, and deliberately dragged Wen Li along to show off.

  Now Zheng Xue is really delighted: I didn't expect this kid to be so miserable! It's really *** relieved me! However, it must be said that this kid is also ruthless, raising a fierce dog, and six people on the other side were injured, five of them were hospitalized! It's good now, they are asking for compensation of 15,000 yuan for medical expenses, I can still make some money from him, he doesn't dare not to give it!

  Zheng Xue's face didn't show any sign of relief, instead he asked Qiu Ya with concern: "Are you hurt?"

  Qiu Ya stared coldly at Zheng Xue and Chang Cheng, thinking they were coming to gloat over her and Long Bao's misfortune. She replied icily, "No need for you to pay New Year's greetings, leave! Wen Li, you too!" Then she slammed the door shut.

  Zheng Xue successfully got 80,000 from Chang Cheng. He gave 20,000 to that friend to pass on to those people. Now he is extremely pleased with himself, not only has he grasped the evidence of Chang Cheng hiring someone to hurt him, but also found a source of wealth. In his eyes, Chang Cheng was at most just a brainless rich family's bookworm, this kind of person was born to be used and was a fool.

  He often didn't know that he had already fallen into Zheng Xue's trap, and under Zheng Xue's provocation, even the last bit of guilty conscience faded away. He made up his mind to put pressure on Qiu Ya's parents, something he had been hiding all along.

  Long Bao has a blood clot in his skull, fortunately it hasn't compressed the nerve area yet, and the inflammation is also relatively under control. His urination is normal, but he still hasn't had a bowel movement after three days.

  The day after tomorrow is the operation, the doctor drew blood from Long Bao's hand to test his blood type. This is a major surgery that will cut open the calf, knee and rib areas, and may require blood transfusions at the time. The doctor also gave Long Bao a laxative, requiring him to thoroughly clear out his bowels, while also asking the patient's relatives to come and sign.

  This is a huge problem for Longpo.

  As night fell, under Long Bao's persistent request, several brothers all went back to rest, and in the ward, Qiu Ya was still accompanying him.

  Qiu Ya gently cared for Long Bao, lightly helping him move his limbs that could still move. The hardships of the past few days had quickly warmed up their relationship. Long Bao's pain had already alleviated a lot, the swelling on his head had subsided, and only his back felt extremely painful due to prolonged compression. His chest wasn't too uncomfortable as long as he didn't cough. Although his right leg was numb from being unable to move, it was more bearable than the piercing pain before, and Qiu Ya's gentle massage could help him shift his focus.

  When autumn night falls, she would boldly kiss Long Bao's lips to express her deep love.

  Qiu Ya just shook the hospital bed when he heard a rumbling sound coming from Long Bao's abdomen.

  Qiu Ya knew what the doctor had said and her face turned slightly red. She quickly took out a chamber pot from under the bed that she had never used before.

  Long Wan was somewhat troubled by this matter, he knew that his current self couldn't even compare to the paralyzed Qi Grandfather in the past. In the previous two days, he had repeatedly practiced the movements of getting out of bed in his mind, but he found that he couldn't exert force on the muscles in his chest and back, and could only lie slanted on the inclined hospital bed, having to use his greatest willpower to endure the pain of tearing flesh, proceeding in this manner...

  The pain has reached its limit, but what's supposed to come out still hasn't, and yet cold sweat is pouring down!

  Long Bao grasped the bed frame with both hands, his left foot arched up, and gritted his teeth.

  Qiu Ya deeply felt the pain of Long Bao's trembling, and buried her face in Long Bao's neck, trying to use her slight warmth to help him dispel it.

  Those who have never experienced such hardships do not know how much willpower and courage it takes, especially for Longwang who is covered in wounds but refuses to lie down and take the easy way out.

  Excessive exertion causes coughing in the chest and slight convulsions throughout the body.

  ……

  Qiu Ya finally heard the sound that made her happy, and she burst into tears.

  Without considering the girl's shyness at all, without considering her dirtiness, she didn't even think about it and just did the cleaning work for Longbiao who was almost fainting from pain.

  With tears of joy streaming down her face, she rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed a hot towel to wipe his face.

  Is this love? Is this the power of love?

  This is something that can only be done for one's own closest relatives!

  Am I her closest relative? No! Then what am I to her?

  Long Bao thought of all the little things he had done for Grandpa Qi before and was completely moved by Qiu Ya.

  Recalling the letter from his mother and the entrustment of his ancestors, he felt that he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of being the only heir to the Dragon family's bloodline. This matter, which had been decided long ago, seemed to have sufficiently proven that Autumn Leaf was indeed a suitable girl, his ideal wife.

  Looking at her who was shyly wiping his hands and feet with a hot towel, Long Bao felt that he should have a deeper talk with her.

  Long Bao grasped one of Qiu Ya's hands tightly, his eyes staring straight at her, his expression solemn, his voice low but clear: "Qiu Ya! Do you know the price of being a wife to someone from the Long family?"

  Qiu Ya didn't expect Long Bao to ask so suddenly, and was stunned for a moment before answering: "I know, Wen Li told me, but I don't quite believe it."

  Long Bao's eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a deep breath, saying very seriously: "I guarantee with my personal integrity that everything is true. Now I will recount the history of my dragon family to you. I know you like me, but I hope you think carefully, because taking that step requires paying with your life..."

  ……

  Qiu Ya listened as Long Bao recited the letter his mother had written, and she was already sobbing uncontrollably. All she knew was to bury her face in Long Bao's palm, biting his fingers with her mouth.

  It's almost time for the operation, except for Liao Ye who had something to attend to, several brothers were all there, and also Du Ci and Su Jing'er and a few other elegant classmates and fellow townspeople came to encourage Long Bao a few words.

  Su Jing'er looked at Long Bao with a very desolate and resentful gaze. She already knew that Qiu Ya had signed the surgical consent form in the name of his wife. Since Long Bao was an orphan and had no relatives, and schools generally do not take responsibility for surgery, the hospital also recognized this signature which did not conform to regulations.

  Su Jing'er saw that everyone and Long Bao had said enough, so she calmed down her mind and quietly walked to the front of Long Bao's bed. She softly and gently recited a few lines of ancient poetry: "King Wen was imprisoned and composed the Book of Changes, Confucius was in distress and wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote the Li Sao, Zuo Qiuming lost his sight and had the Discourses of the States, Sunzi crippled his feet and compiled the Art of War, Lü Buwei was banished to Shu and passed down the Lüshi Chunqiu, Han Fei was imprisoned in Qin and wrote the Difficulties and Solitude..."

  "Heaven will entrust a great responsibility to this person, must first make his heart and will suffer, labor his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty and exhaust his body, and only then can he be used. People always err, only then can they reform; confined in the heart, weighed in consideration, and only then act; evident in expression, conveyed through tone, and only then understood."

  Long Wan slightly nodded his head.

  I had only a spinal anesthesia, although the doctor explained repeatedly that general anesthesia does little harm to the human brain.

  I would never consent to become a senseless corpse, allowing doctors to work on me according to procedure. I want to witness with my own eyes and ears how this insignificant body of mine is dissected by the scalpel amidst hatred, anger, and pain.

  So let the doctor be as skilled as he may, I still stubbornly insist on my own way.

  I even somewhat yearn for physical pain to go a step further.

  The operation was delayed by half an hour.

  My persistence brought great difficulty to the anesthesia, but I said that I would absolutely not lose my self-control due to pain and would not interfere with the doctor's operation.

  Circumnavigate my dorsal wound, medication is injected from the spine.

  My hands and entire body were fixed in place. Then, the nurse used a pair of tweezers to hold a cotton ball and repeatedly wiped away the poison.

  From my chest and abdomen downwards, it felt as if billions of extremely fine needles were pricking and rubbing against my skin, entering from the surface of my body and then piercing out again. I was completely unable to control my limbs. Suddenly, I vividly recalled that strange dream of mine.

  Now I feel the two of them walking towards me again, their faces unclear but their sly smiles visible. I am furious at their kicking me when I'm down, I loathe their ruthless cruelty, and I clearly remember the harm they once did to me! My eyes express my iron-like killing intent, I want to tear them into shreds!

  The person in black stood beside my right foot and picked it up.

  The person in white stood before me and took my right hand.

  I desperately want to break free from them.

  There is another kind of power in my heart that makes me unable to control my limbs!

  I didn't even turn my head or neck, my teeth were clenched with rage, my sorrow was pitted against my hatred!

  Black clothes ripped open the skin on my legs and pulled it off with their hands, revealing bright red flesh, and bright red blood spurted out of the bright red flesh.

  The man in white stretched out his hand and counted my ribs.

  I don't feel pain, I don't feel fear, I know exactly what they're going to do next, but all I have right now is anger.

  A white cloth blocked my view, isolating me from observing actions.

  The white cloth is gray and hazy, as if the ancient mist lingering on Bear Mountain is floating in front of my eyes. The wind and rain drive the ever-changing shape of the mist, each misty point jumping and tracing the trajectory of my ancestors' instructions, my mother's will, at an extremely fast speed, flashing by extremely quickly, disappearing extremely quickly, and finally demonstrating to me with a mysterious text that I can understand, the philosophical thoughts that I had never understood before...

  I distinctly hear those mechanical devices fiddling with my bones, clear and piercing... right here, right next to my ear.

  I transformed myself into a miniature me, and saw the beating of my heart, the expansion and contraction of my lungs, swallowing blood, entering and exiting turbidly.

  Crack... crack! Chirp... chirp! Drip... drop! Squeak... screech!

  Countless me in countless me, screaming!

  Innumerable souls in innumerable me, resist!

  The people in black and white clothes looked at me being gnawed on, chewing with their mouths, with a very satisfied expression, sneering.

  The images of hundreds of ancestors emerged from the pupils of my parents, carrying infinite deep love, comforting me who was struggling hard. I returned their hopes and cares accumulated over thousands of years with a firm gaze.

  My other self stood with them, looking at me who couldn't move.

  Black clothes and white clothes are completely devouring me without wasting a bit.

  I'm fighting them with my sharp eyes! I'll see my anger through to the end with my own strength!

  I would not deign to ask for help from those ancestors of mine who are watching me by my side, the only thing I am eager to do is to prove to them - I am the true descendant of the Dragon Family!

  I clearly remember the memorial speech I made for them...

  The middle-aged nurse picked up the gauze with a pair of tweezers and wiped away the cold sweat on Longbiao's forehead, asking softly: "Longbiao, can you hold on?"

  Long Bao blinked his eyes, indicating he could hold on.

  Although he was physically strong, considering the special nature of rib surgery, the doctor decided that Long Bao still needed a blood transfusion.

  Long Wang is a rare blood type, Rh negative AB type, which is a very rare and precious blood type. There are only a few recorded cases in the entire country, and there is no stock left in the blood bank.

  Su Jing'er is also Rh-negative AB blood type, she learned two days ago that Long Bao surprisingly has the same blood type as her. In order to ensure a safe blood transfusion for Long Bao, she had specially donated 400 milliliters of blood to the hospital, specifically for Long Bao's surgery, and the blood type matching experiment was successful. Long Bao did not show any signs of an allergic reaction to the blood transfusion! Apparently, this batch of blood has been accepted by Long Bao's body.

  Jing'er's deep red blood dripped drop by drop into the dragon furnace through the duct...

  The doctors performing the surgery did not see that the dragon head birthmark on Long Bao's chest, which was covered with a cloth, slowly turned crimson...

  The operation is almost over now.

  In the spiritual platform, there is an unparalleled clarity. It reminds me that I seem to be in the water of Zi River again, with the water surface right above my head. I exert myself, gathering all the life, soul, and power that I can gather, I want to break free, I must break free!

  I will rely on myself!

  The water surface seems high, but it is already within reach.

  How long has it been since I last breathed, my chest full of repression, filled with life and **and**.

  I'll give it my all and kick it!

  Finally, my nostrils, mouth and face emerged from the water surface, I breathed heavily.

  The first ancestor of the Long family, Zi Zhen Gong's last words: "If I have committed a crime against heaven, there is no one to pray to! If man has no spirit, he cannot stand; if heaven has no spirit, it cannot exist! What is this spirit? Only when thinking of death do I understand the way of heaven; only when my body is about to perish do I know that the spirit exists..."

  Curse, what is a curse? Is it scary?

  Curse, what is a curse!

  What's terrible is not the curse, but the ignorance of fear. All fears come from being overly concerned about one's own life!

  Turn all the pain into wine, turn all the pain into beauty, and turn everything into a dish to go with the wine. Then, conversely, will curses not become blessings? Will fears not become pleasures?!

  Life may be short, why not use the limited time to do things that are meaningful to me? What's the point of indulging in philosophical thoughts that can't be put into practice? If I can endure the pain that is like scraping bone to cure poison, how can I still take fear of death and attachment to life seriously?

  I will use all of my body and mind to fight against this so-called curse! If I don't treat the curse as a curse, then I can break free from its restraints!

  I looked at the black and white robes still happily chewing on my flesh and bones, I smiled slightly, to them, as if giving a polite greeting, asking them to feel at ease, eat well, don't rush, no one is urging them, chew the meat and bones carefully, be careful not to choke.

  The black clothes and white clothes suddenly disappeared, leaving only the doctor who had finished the operation in the operating room.

  The doctors looked at me in amazement as I smiled faintly without feeling any pain.

  I was expressing gratitude to them.

  The stitches have been removed and it's now the 15th day after surgery. The day after tomorrow will be 2002.

  Long Bu is reading "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu and "The Complete Works of Guiguzi" that Su Jing'er sent him a few days ago. He has already read it for the fifth time.

  Qiu Ya went to the airport to pick up her mother, while Du Ci was lying on another hospital bed reading a magazine called "Zhi Yin". Shi Wei and Hai Tao walked in with carefully selected boxed lunches.

  Haitao was most annoyed that Longbiao didn't listen to the doctor's orders. The doctor had instructed Longbiao to rest in bed and not overexert his brain. Haitao stepped forward and snatched it away from him.

  Long Bao smiled helplessly, took over the boxed meal, ate it, and started drinking bone soup again. Hai Tao thought that since he had hurt his bones, he should rely on drinking bone soup to nourish himself, and Long Bao had already drunk N bowls in this period of time.

  Shi Wei was particularly unusual today, breaking the usual pattern of quarreling with Du Ci. Long Bao had asked him to investigate something and he already knew the answer. Shi Wei was considering whether or not to tell Long Bao. From his friends, he learned that this "Brother Jin" was actually a professional hitman from Yangjiawan who specialized in extorting money and causing trouble for people. He was ruthless and cunning, and his friends even told Shi Wei that Brother Jin had five or six men under him. Apparently, they had recently suffered a loss when several of them were beaten up by a dog, making fools of themselves. The incident had become a joke among their friends in the underworld, and now they were hiding out to avoid trouble.

  These people have a reputation in the underworld and wouldn't do something as stupid as robbing on the street. For them, it's easy to extort money from any store for more than this amount. Why would they rob and harm two students just for a thousand bucks? There's only one reason: They were hired by someone!

  Who is the employer? Who has this possibility?

  One must be able to recognize or get in touch with them through connections; two is that there must be an irreconcilable feud with Longbiao; three is having sufficient funds to pay the commission.

  Long Bao has a good relationship with the parents of his students, and they are all very grateful to him. During his part-time job, Long Bao did not offend any social figures, so it is impossible for there to be conflicts outside of school, only possible from within the school, and only possibly due to emotional entanglements. There are two people who have had emotional entanglements with Long Bao: one is Wen Li, who used to be Long Bao's girlfriend but is now Zheng Xue's girlfriend; the other is Qiu Ya, who almost got engaged to Chang Cheng but now considers herself a daughter-in-law of the Long family.

  Zheng Xue is a Long Han person, with connections and background, often a rich family's son, with money. In this way, the result of analysis will point to two people, that is Zheng Xue and Chang Cheng. So there is no doubt, this incident must be related to them.

  Shi Wei was somewhat worried about what Long Bao had said a few days ago: "Since life is so short, why not enjoy the pleasure of revenge?"

  Shi Wei was convinced that this guy who dared to undergo a major surgery without full anesthesia must be someone who could back up his words with actions, just like his divine dog, both of whom were not afraid of death.

  Long Bao himself did not expect that the more he read "The Art of War" and "Guiguzi's Complete Works" sent by Su Jing'er, the more he felt it. In fact, he had read these books before, but didn't understand them much, thinking they were just ancient theories used in war, without grasping the meaning of those words as a precise summary of human cunning. He really wondered if he had become smarter after surgery?

  He combined his own life experience with the books he had read, and suddenly realized that he finally understood why he had been confused about some things before. He gained a deeper understanding of the phrase "words are the voice of the heart": people convey certain information to the outside world or specific individuals through language, all based on their own needs; spoken language and inner reality are not equal, and the degree of connection and expression vary from person to person, which is why this world is full of falsehood and sincerity, subtlety and straightforwardness.

  The same sentence spoken by different people, in different places, at different times, for different things, with different tones, expresses completely different ideas. Even the expression itself cannot represent the actual idea. This is indeed the complexity of human nature. So "words are the voice of the heart" is actually a meaningless idiom.

  He was very grateful for the two books Su Jing'er gave him.

  Qiu Ya's mother rushed to Changhan because of her frequent tearful complaints on the phone.

  To be honest, Long Biao is really not a pleasant sight to behold now: the hair on his head has only grown half a centimeter long, his face is dark and gloomy, and his right leg is still wrapped in a plaster cast to ensure that the newly reset bone doesn't get displaced. What university student looks like this? He looks more like a street thug who's been injured!

  In her mother's eyes, how could Autumn compare to the elegant and refined Chang Cheng? Moreover, their family's factory was practically at the mercy of the Chang Corporation.

  Long Bao has already seen the disdain in Qiu Ya's mother's eyes, and she hastily comforted him with a couple of words before hurrying to leave the ward, dragging Qiu Ya along.

  Qiu Ya hasn't come to the hospital for two days and one night.

  In the eyes of his brothers, Longbiao didn't have any gloomy or dazed expression because of this. On the contrary, he still chatted and laughed with his brothers as usual, and his appetite was also fine.

  Long Bao became even more absorbed in his book, and sometimes Shi Wei would say something to him, but he seemed to have no reaction, as if he had completely entered the world of the book.

  It was actually Su Jing'er who gave him the books "The Art of War" and "Guiguzi's Complete Works", which he had been flipping through.