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Chapter 41 The Gate of Hell

"Zong Yuan, wake up." A man's voice came from next to his ears, with anxiety, his voice was a little hoarse.

Zong Yuan was not woken up by him, but by the pain. Someone moved his body, the bone in the flesh and blood may have been cracked, and it hurt sharply when he was moved.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Yi Zhou kneeling in front of him, and several people in white were carrying him onto the stretcher.

Yi Zhou frowned, seeing his eyelashes moving, he immediately moved closer, "Yuaner bear with it, go to the hospital right away."

Zong Yuan rolled his eyes and saw that the room was full of people, most of whom were wearing police uniforms. He didn't know whether the policemen he recruited arrived first or Yizhou arrived first.

Why did Yizhou come here?

After reading the situation around him, he felt relieved, and felt guilty for Shang Yizhou's nervous eyes staring at him.

He felt as if he couldn't make it to the hospital. The pain that should have been numb now spread to every part of his body, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

He was lifted up and transported out quickly, Yi Zhou kept running beside him, Zong Yuan moved his hand, such a slight movement felt impossible.

He can't hold him.

It's obviously very close, but it's so far away.

Zong Yuan closed his eyes in disappointment, trying to feel the beating of his heart, he was a little afraid that he would die on the road, under Yi Zhou's nose.

Lying on the ambulance, being tortured by the medical staff, Yi Zhou sat beside him and looked at him, "Does it hurt?"

Zong Yuan wanted to nod, but couldn't control his neck, so he opened his mouth and let out a "huh".

He moved his eyes to his hand, saw that Yi Zhou's hand was placed on his waist, and reached out to touch him, the strength of his wrist drove his fingers to move, but the moment he touched him, he let out a muffled grunt and paused. .

Yi Zhou hurriedly looked down, his hands with well-defined joints were now congested and swollen into a ball, Yi Zhou didn't dare to touch him, and every part of his body was injured, Yi Zhou, who was always able to endure, couldn't hold back at this time Instantly shed tears.

Tears flowed down his face onto his clothes, and disappeared in an instant, but Zong Yuan saw it, and he said with difficulty: "Hand hurt."

He was explaining to Yizhou that his finger was injured, so he couldn't wipe his tears away.

"Well, it will be fine after the surgery, it will hurt a little, I will stay with you outside." Yi Zhou helped him stroke the broken hair on his forehead, and coaxed him.

Zong Yuan's hair was already wet with sweat due to the pain in his body, but he never complained of pain, even though he frowned, he kept smiling at him.

Yi Zhou never felt that more than ten minutes passed so long. With the siren of the ambulance all the way to the hospital, Zong Yuan was a little dizzy at this time.

The light in the emergency room came on, and Yi Zhou's shoulders seemed to have been drained of strength, and he slumped on the bench outside the door.

His Adam's apple kept moving, suppressing the emotions that were stuck on the verge of explosion, and trembling uncontrollably. Only when he saw it with his own eyes, could he be so afraid of losing it.

When Zheng Huai and Bai Lin rushed over, they saw Yi Zhou covering his face and knocking his head on the wall, his whole body was filled with despair and distress.

They rushed here just after following the police to make a statement. Before, they were surprised that the police came so fast, but they didn't know until they went to the police station that Zong Yuan had reported the case early in the morning.

Zong Yuan had expected everything that happened today. He even considered that he might die, so he wanted to go to this Hongmen banquet. Regardless.

Zheng Huai walked over and patted him on the back, "This is the best hospital in China, Zong Yuan will be fine."

Yi Zhou's shoulders moved twice more, but he couldn't utter a word.

The door of the operating room was never opened, and the three of them sat there without moving. Bai Lin hung his head and wondered what he was thinking. Zheng Huai had just participated in a fight and was hit from behind by someone. It hurt, but he didn't To see a doctor, Yi Zhou must stare at the door, like a puppet who has lost his breath.

There was no sign of anyone in the long corridor, and there was a complete silence.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the silence. Qi Gaoyang stepped on a pair of leather shoes and came striding forward. Before he got close, Yi Zhou, who had lost his vitality, suddenly moved. No one saw his movements clearly, and saw Qi Gaoyang He was pinned to the ground and beaten.

Yi Zhou was like a madman who lost his mind, punching him hard, Qi Gaoyang didn't expect such a scene, a pair of glasses were smashed into pieces by his sudden punch on the wall.

His body was pressed against the glass and hit by someone riding on him. Qi Gaoyang screamed and struggled to escape under his dense fists, but he couldn't move. Yi Zhou is an out-and-out lunatic!

"You fucking should die." Yi Zhou swallowed the blood in his throat, his chest heaving, and cursed fiercely.

Zheng Huaiben was still pulling Bai Lin, if Yi Zhou didn't make such a fuss, he would be able to do even more outrageous things.

But seeing the blood on Qi Gaoyang's face in just a few minutes, he felt that something was wrong. Yi Zhou had never been so stimulated before, and it would kill him if he continued like this.

Zheng Huai let go of Bai Lin's hand, and strode over to restrain Yi Zhou's body, but he miscalculated his own strength and didn't recognize Yi Zhou's mania after going crazy.

After being punched several times, he called Bai Lin to help.

With great effort, the two finally dragged Yi Zhou away from Qi Gaoyang, Qi Gaoyang was covered in blood, Yi Zhou really wanted to kill him, every time he hammered towards the deadly place.

Yi Zhou's eyes were still red when he was pulled away, and he was yelling something they couldn't understand. Zheng Huai pressed him on the bench, "Zong Yuan is still undergoing surgery, don't disturb him."

When Yi Zhou said these words, it was as if someone had pressed a switch, his body was silent, and he murmured: "The doctor said that he has fractures all over his body, and a rib is stuck in his lung. How dare he... "

Zheng Huai's heart was blocked when he heard that. He saw Zong Yuan in the private room, paralyzed on the ground motionless, with blood all over his mouth and body, but he knew how serious it was just by looking at it.

Qi Gaoyang was pressed and beaten for a long time without any room to parry, he took a breath of air pressure in his throat, watched Yi Zhou who was calmed down by Zheng Huai on the bench, picked up the bracket on the aisle and rushed over.

Zheng Huai quickly stretched out his arm to block this blow, swung his fist and smashed Qi Gaoyang against the wall, he strode over, twisted his neck with both hands and said ruthlessly: "I pulled him away because I didn't want him to You trash ruined your life, if you think we are afraid of trouble, you might as well give it a try."

Zheng Huai didn't lose control of his emotions like Yi Zhou, his fist was so hard and heavy that he couldn't feel half of his head when he hit him on the face, Qi Gaoyang regretted it a bit, he was alone, why must he be unable to swallow this breath now.

There was too much movement in the corridor, some medical staff rushed over to reprimand them, Zheng Huai let go of Qi Gaoyang, and returned to Yizhou.

Qi Gaoyang left in embarrassment, Bai Lin looked at his back and felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, he turned his head to Zheng Huai and said: "Brother Zheng, Qi Gaoyang has a villain's heart, he especially holds grudges..."

Yi Zhou raised his head, "He holds grudges, and so do I."

……

Zong Yuan felt that he had walked through the gate of hell. When he opened his eyes and saw a piece of white, he thought he saw Naihe Bridge.

After the operation, his whole body was wrapped like a mummy, and he knew he couldn't move just by the feeling of his skin. Fortunately, he protected his head before, and he could barely move it.

Unsurprisingly, he saw Yi Zhou in front of the window, his back looked extraordinarily lonely, Zong Yuan felt a little astringent, this time he was too reckless.

"Brother." He opened his mouth to call him, but couldn't make a sound.

Yi Zhou seemed to hear it, and turned around in an instant, seeing Zong Yuan with his eyes open, striding towards the bed, "You're awake, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zong Yuan shook his head lightly, his eyes were like bright stars in the night, looking at the man in front of him, but in the past day, he felt that Yi Zhou was haggard.

"I'm fine." He reassured him.

After hearing this, Yi Zhou didn't show any expression, went to pour him a glass of water, carefully held the back of his head and fed him some to moisten his throat.

Zong Yuan woke up not long after, unable to move or have no strength, staring at Yi Zhou's face and fell asleep again.

For many days in a row, many restraints on Zong Yuan's body were slowly removed, and finally there was some room for movement.

Yi Zhou was there every day, and he put aside all his work to concentrate on staying with Zong Yuan in the hospital. He didn't know how to take care of others, but he gradually learned how to take care of others after a long time.

The doctor said that his head was well protected, only a slight concussion, but he may have symptoms of dizziness and nausea.

The doctor said that his stomach was already overwhelmed, and he was devastated by alcohol for a long time. When he was sent, he had acute gastric perforation. Fortunately, he was rescued in time.

……

Yi Zhou remembered one by one, taking care of him every day, watching his expression closely, just the slightest frown made him nervous.

But with a body of flesh and blood, Zong Yuan was really cruel to himself after enduring so much pain.

As Zong Yuan gradually improved, Yi Zhou became thinner and thinner, both physically and mentally, it was an overload of torture.

The warm sun at the end of April sprinkled on the ground through the glass window. Yi Zhou was peeling an apple in his hand, and the peel turned into a long rope in his hand. Zong Yuan didn’t like apples, but the doctor told him to eat more Fruit, Yizhou listened to the doctor.

"Brother, I'm almost healed, you go to work." Zong Yuan leaned on the head of the bed, tilting his head towards Yizhou and said.

His hand was injured and he couldn't play with his mobile phone. Sometimes when Bai Lin and Qin Guan came over, he would ask what was going on outside. He disappeared for so long and Yi Zhou was gone. How could the media fail to pay attention.

Bai Lin said that Zheng Huai helped Yizhou push the work, and also sent a notice saying that he would be absent from the recent activities due to personal reasons.

Bai Lin and Qin Guan tacitly said nothing else, but Zong Yuan knew how a Weibo without explaining the reason could calm down so many tongues.

Yi Zhou kept moving his hands, "I'll go as soon as you can get out of bed."

Zong Yuan hesitated for a few seconds, lifted the quilt, and pretended to get out of bed.

Yi Zhou was startled, the peeled apple in his hand rolled to the ground, and the metal of the fruit knife hit the floor tiles with a crisp sound.

Yi Zhou pushed Zong Yuan back on the bed, his face was ugly as hell, "You want me to go that way?"

Zong Yuan looked back at Yizhou. Yizhou was so excited that he almost forgot what he was going to do.

"I can get out of bed and go."

Yi Zhou gasped in his chest, "Didn't you hear the doctor told you to lie down for a while? Even if you can get out of bed and haven't moved for more than two months, do you think you can stand firmly? Can you stop being so self-willed every time?" ?!"

Zong Yuan froze there, enduring his anger, and didn't speak anymore, looking back at him with stubbornness in his eyes.

Seeing his gesture, Yi Zhou was furious, "Don't you just want me to go? Okay, I will do what you want!"

He strode out of the door of the ward, the apple and the knife were lying on the ground, Zong Yuan leaned back, and raised his lips with a wry smile.