Why did everyone Yang Haozhong cared about leave him in the end? Did the heavens want him to live in solitude? He rushed into the emergency room of the hospital, where Sister Chen had been waiting for a long time. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was frightened. Her hair was messy, and her entire body was gray. She was a completely different person from the usual fashionable and glamorous woman. When she saw Yang Haozhong's familiar figure, her lifeless eyes lit up.
Yang Haozhong ran to her angrily, pinched her arms, and shouted,""What's wrong with Little Wei? Hurry up and tell me what happened to Little Wei?”Her thin and frail body swayed like a reed in the wind under Yang Haozhong's crazy shaking. She swayed and tottered. Tears flowed out of her eyes, and the dried tears were clearly visible again."Xiao Wei, he…he's in the intensive care unit. He just…"
Yang Haozhong did not say anything else. He grabbed her arm and dragged her stiffly to lead the way.
The two of them walked to the door of the ward. Yang Haozhong was stunned by the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes. The left side of Dewey's face was swollen, and the right side was wrapped in gauze. His entire body was covered in blood, and his hair looked as if it had been twisted by blunt scissors like it had been bitten by a dog. If it weren't for Sister Chen's presence and Dewey's name written on the bedside medical record, Yang Haozhong wouldn't have believed that the person lying on the hospital bed in front of him was the handsome and dignified Dewey. What exactly happened?
Yang Haozhong loosened his clenched fists and closed his eyes. He could not bear to look at him again.
"What exactly happened? How did he become like this?"
"I don't know! I only saw him when I arrived at the hospital. He was heavily injured and bleeding profusely. The police found me and asked me to sign for him to undergo surgery.”Sister Chen recalled the bloody and chaotic horror scene. The muscles on her face twisted in pain, her face turned pale, and tears fell.
"He's refusing treatment like a madman. The doctor sedated him, but he kept struggling, crying, shouting, and screaming. He was very agitated. Later, he kept shouting your name and asking you to save him. " I can't find you, I really can't…" She grabbed Yang Haozhong's clothes by his chest and shouted hysterically. Her spirit was extremely fragile, and her strong disguise could not withstand a single blow. Yang Haozhong embraced her lovingly and patted her back with his right hand, hoping that she would calm down.
"Tell me, what happened to him?”
" He..." She sobbed and found it difficult to speak. Yang Haozhong gently patted her back and waited.
"The doctor said…he was forced to have sex with someone, and the other party…sexually assaulted him.”
Yang Haozhong suddenly pushed her away as if he had been struck by lightning. With a " pa " sound, he slapped her tear-streaked face. The force was unusually fierce. Sister Chen staggered and fell to the ground. She lay there weakly and wailed. This dramatic scene caused the family members of other patients to stop and look around curiously. No one dared to approach.
Yang Haozhong's retracted palm was sore and numb. He vented all his anger on this poor woman.
"Are you willing to do anything for that money?”Yang Haozhong questioned on her behalf. This woman had always been in the pimp business.
Dream Bar never recruited waitresses, and most of the women there were prostitutes. The reason why the bar's business was booming every day and the money was rolling in was largely because there were men there. Most of the male waiters there worked part-time as wild ducks. Chen Yanhong had learned a painful lesson from her own painful experience and never used a waitress. She felt that girls nowadays generally lacked the awareness and ability to protect themselves. Men were different. They had the ability to choose whether to sell themselves for money or not, so she was never afraid of being a pimp for a rich woman who had an empty life.
Yang Haozhong wanted to help her up. Whether it was her spirit or body, she had been mercilessly destroyed. Her pitiful background made people pity and sympathize with her. However, the hatred in his heart made him cancel the idea of getting close to her. She took advantage of other people's need for money and set herself on fire to lead people astray, into the abyss of evil. A pitiful person must have something to hate. She was a hateful woman who made people love and hate at the same time.
He tried his best to restrain his helping hand and turned to open the door to Dewey's ward. He shut the woman and all the chaos outside the door. He wanted to quietly accompany Xiaowei and talk.
He quietly sat on the stool next to the bed. He wanted to touch Dewey's face, but he couldn't see it clearly. There was no good spot on his swollen face, so he couldn't start.
Yang Haozhong held his cold hands. His rhythmic pulse made Yang Haozhong feel at ease.
"Little Wei…I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't know you needed my help. I'm really sorry for being late." Yang Haozhong gently expressed the sorrow in his heart. Dewey's fingers trembled slightly.
"Did you hear what I said? Sorry, Little Wei. I'm sorry." Yang Haozhong choked.
" Xiao... Yang..." Dewey called weakly. His eyes were so red and swollen that he couldn't open them."Xiao Yang, I…I really…don't want to live anymore.”
Yang Haozhong's tears gushed out again. Why couldn't his tears dry? Another person, another person told him that he did not want to live anymore. Why was it so painful to live? Was it really so difficult to live? Was this a deliberate trick of the heavens and a deliberate arrangement of fate? Did the heavens create things just to entertain themselves by watching sad scenes of life and death?
"Don't be like this. You have to live well. You said that one day, you would live a good life. " You haven't done it yet, so you can't give up so easily…" Yang Haozhong's tears choked his nose, and a wave of soreness made him unable to complete a sentence.
"They, they don't even…treat me as a human. I'm not even…as good as a dog. Why should I…live? Why?" Dewey panted emotionally.
Yang Haozhong gently caressed his bandaged chest. What did those bastards do to him? Humans wouldn't torture their own kind to the point where they were completely mutilated. His hands were trembling and stiff. He didn't know how to comfort Dewey. If it was him, what comfort could give him the courage and strength to live?
"Little Wei." Yang Haozhong grabbed his hand and exerted a little strength."You have to live. You have to live well, understand? Think about your parents. Do you want them to send you off? Do you want them to be alone for the rest of their lives? They poured all their love into you and hoped that you would be happy. Did you know? Parents don't blame you for having too much money, as long as you can chat with them when they are lonely and ask them if they are cold when the weather is cold. Fanning them in the heat. They were content. You can't repay your parents with death and hatred. They are innocent, they are not wrong, they are your benefactors! How can you bite the hand that feeds you! You must live. Before the person who loves you dies, you have no right to die. Do you hear me? " You have to live well. You have to live strong for others…" Yes, Yang Haozhong also lived well to protect his mother. Even if he had to drag out an ignoble existence, as long as he had a breath left, he would definitely struggle to live on.
Yang Haozhong was already sobbing. He shouted out his only strong reason and passed all the energy he could to Dewey to encourage him to live on.
He didn't answer Yang Haozhong, and his expression couldn't be seen. Yang Haozhong's hand responded. The dying fire of life in front of him was reignited.
Yang Haozhong's tired body was limp. He forced himself to cover Dewey with a blanket and turned around to walk out of the suffocating ward. Outside the door, Sister Chen leaned against the door frame with tears all over her face.
Yang Haozhong no longer hated her. He didn't know where to start hating this pitiful woman. She, Yang Haozhong, and Dewey were all people who lived for others.
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