Maybe I can't have normal youth

Out of the wooden door, we returned to the living room of Fang Zhihua's home.

Siqing has been stripped from my body, and I have become bystanders again with Miki.

Siqing came out of the bathroom with firm eyes and a wet face. She should have been washed with cold water, as if forcing herself to calm down quickly and recover calmly.

That's amazing!

Siqing rubbed her face with her palm and patted it again, trying to keep herself awake.Then she walked to Fang Zhihua's side, squinted, and looked at him carefully.

Because the fruit knife is very short, except for the position of the waist that has been rotated, the amount of bleeding is not large. Although the mottled blood stains on the clothes look very scary, Fang Zhihua’s chest is still He was still breathing.

Siqing put away the folding fruit knife thrown on the ground, wiped all the places she might have touched with the napkins, and put the napkins in the messenger school bag.She has been very restrained since she entered this room, so the cleaning of all the traces was completed very quickly.

Then she walked to Fang Zhihua's room and found his mobile phone in a short while, wrapped it in a napkin and walked back to the sofa again.

"Hey!" Si Qing threw the phone to Fang Zhihua's chest.

"Puff--cough, cough," The blood spots that had stopped expanding have become bigger again, "Woo--" Fang Zhihua groaned in pain.

"The phone has been brought to you. Call an ambulance yourself."

"Sili...why..."

"Sili? Heh, I am..." Siqing's words stopped abruptly, and then threatened, "Heh, Fang Zhihua, if you dare to shake me out, don't want me to keep your dirty Secret!"

"As for whether you are alive or dead... it depends on your own destiny."

Siqing put on a long coat, wrapped the blood-stained inside, reluctantly looked at the oil painting of Si Li.

"Hello? Ambulance... I'm going to die... Hurry up... The address is..."

Intermittently panting for help faintly, pulling back Si Qing's gaze, she tightened her clothes, stopped staying, and left here.

The ambulance arrived very quickly. Within ten minutes, Fang Zhihua was transferred to the back of the hospital and fell into a coma.

"What's going on!" When the middle-aged man with a big belly trot over, Fang Zhihua had survived the emergency and transferred to the ICU.

"I am not very clear about the details... I heard from the doctor..." The middle-aged woman, who had been sitting outside the door when Fang Zhihua was struggling with life and death, repeatedly rubbed her forehead with her hand.

"I don't know? You have been here for so long, but you still don't know!" The middle-aged man interrupted the woman's words directly and complained loudly.

The woman heard that she stood up from her seat, her eyes widened: "What are you yelling at me! Ah?! I'm too late and have my face blamed on me?!"

"Then I'm not participating in the event? I'm not going to come here without stopping right away after I finish participating?!"

"Oh, Fang, Zheng, Liang, do you have a face to say? Activities, you are full of brain activity! Apart from socializing, are there other things in your mind? Why don't you rush over when you know the news? Came after the event?"

"Then I just can't get out of it!"

"Can't get away, haha." The woman sneered and pointed to the man's nose, "I don't know when your activities today will end!"

"You never end! Can you have a good day like today without me?"

"you!"

"It is forbidden to make loud noises in the hospital! If you want to quarrel, you can go out and quarrel." The appearance of a doctor in a white coat interrupted the quarrel between the two in a timely manner.

"Hey, doctor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Zhengliang owed his white coat to warn him and apologized, "Hey doctor, wait! Can you tell me about the patient inside?"

"Are you his family members?" The doctor turned through the medical records.

"Yes, we are his parents." Fang Zhengliang nodded in agreement.

"Oh~" The doctor looked at the man up and down, "It's quite late."

"Too busy, too busy! Forgive me, forgive me."

"Your son got six knives..."

"His—six knives!" Fang Zhengliang took a breath.

"Yes, listen to me first." The doctor stretched out a hand to stop the man's intention to continue questioning. "Five knives are concentrated on the right chest. Since one knife is not long, the other only has one knife. It entered vertically, so it injured the middle lobe of the lung. The other four knives did not poke the internal organs, which can be said to be very lucky. It is just that each wound has a part of sliding, so the wound is relatively large, but you only need to slowly recover and wait for healing. Up."

"The most serious is another knife." The white coat doctor continued, "The head of the knife entered from the left side of the abdomen and passed through the large intestine, partially injuring the kidney. Also, judging from the wound, the knife body was rotated, increasing the injured area. It’s difficult to heal. So we removed part of the patient’s large intestine and kidneys, otherwise we may not be able to save them."

"The situation is stable now, but the possibility of complications cannot be ruled out, so close observation is needed."

"Then my son... can he paint in the future?"

"Drawing?"

"At this time you just want to paint! Paint!" the woman shrieked.

"Okay, don't make noise. After you recover, try to avoid physical work or things that are particularly easy to fatigue. If I want to paint, I should pay attention to proper rest and it should be no problem."

"That's good, that's good~"

"Then doctor, how soon can he recover?" Fang Zhengliang continued to ask.

"According to this injury, you can generally recover in about three months, but it is not recommended to immediately change back to your usual routine and try to rest for more than half a year."

"Three months?! This is too long, doctor, is there any way to make him get better in half a month? We are not bad for money."

"This patient's family, you have to understand that this is not a question of money or money. We have tried our best. You can't buy time with more money."

"But! The Ai Songli competition is about to close and submit the works! My son is the last prize winner! Doctor, can't let him miss this time!!" Fang Zhengliang jumped anxiously.

"I don't care how powerful your son is. As long as he is a man, he has to rest for at least three months! If you want your son to live, just do what I said." Although the doctor didn't say much, his majesty was full.

Fang Zhengliang lost the light in his eyes and sat down on the waiting chair outside the ICU.

"A genius boy was chased by an enemy, the trick behind the youngest winner in Essonli's history." The young woman in high heels sat down beside Fang Zhengliang, "Fang Dong, do you like this title?"

"Who are you! What a mess!"

"Fang Dong, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb. We received the news that many of the awards your son has won are tricky. And now it happens to be stabbed into the hospital by someone else...I can't help but reverie."

"You fart! Are you following me? My son is a genius! It's my glory!"

"Think about it carefully." The young woman was indifferent to Fang Zhengliang's anger. "It can be said that it is the art cell inheritance of the top talent in the art world, and it can also be said that it depends on the superiority of the father~"

"Oh, how should I put it." The young woman continued to admire the newly made nails, "Who controls the public opinion, I think, don't need me to tell you Fang Dong?"

"What do you want?" As long as you understand the other's intentions, everything will be much easier.

"Don't be so serious, I just want to make friends with you. I don't care if your son's achievements are tricky or not, I don't care if it is true or not."

"I know that in addition to our family, there are other media outlets that have also been exposed. I can help you settle everything, and even help you write a report clarifying why your son was hospitalized. It's just..."

"What do you want? How much do you want?"

"Oh, Dong Fang, look at what you said, since you are friends, and talking about money hurts feelings, friends should help each other! From now on, all the dynamics or shady scenes in the art world, of course, are not your shady scenes? Should I share it with my friends the first time?"

"Deal."