nucmednet Chapter 146: The Self-Torture Scheme, who wouldn’t feel sad after reading this?
Chapter 146: The Self-Torture Scheme, who wouldn’t feel sad after reading this?
Boss Ye has been married to his wife for eight years.
I was busy making money to pay off my mortgage in the past few years. I just paid off the mortgage last year, and this year I had a baby.
Just when his life was about to get better, he was targeted by Mu Tingyun.
Boss Ye is just an ordinary citizen, with no backing and no connections.
He really has no way out.
During this period, Boss Ye was so anxious about this matter that he couldn't sleep.
A few days ago, he accompanied his wife to the hospital for a 4D color Doppler ultrasound examination. When he got the first color Doppler ultrasound photo of his child and looked at the chubby little person in the picture, he burst into tears.
He just wants to be with his wife and children and live an ordinary life. Why is it so difficult?
"A prey targeted by jackals, tigers and leopards cannot escape. Boss Ye, do you dare to accompany me to break into the wolf's den and kill them?"
Boss Ye's pupils twitched.
He stared at Shen He silently, and saw determination and hatred in the other's eyes.
Boss Ye nodded slowly, "...Okay!"
*
Shen He returned to Qing City and just as he was dragging his suitcase out of the airport, he saw Yin Tao.
"Miss Shen!"
Yin Tao walked over quickly and took the suitcase from her hand naturally.
"Someone sent Mr. Song a sika deer. Mr. Song asked me to pick you up at Shangwei Restaurant for a deer feast tonight."
"Let's go."
Arriving at Shangwei Restaurant, Shen He walked into the yard and saw Song Jingcheng sitting in a wheelchair under the pomegranate tree.
In a trance, Shen He thought she had returned to her previous life.
It was a day in October, when the pomegranates were ripe and Song Jingcheng's life was coming to an end.
Shen He walked to Song Jingcheng's side and suddenly reached out to touch the pomegranate on the tree.
The pomegranates are still green, and Song Jingcheng's life has not yet entered the countdown.
This life is different.
Hearing the noise of laughter in the restaurant, Shen He realized that Jun Lin, Xie Ting and the others were all there.
"Why did you call all the employees in our department over?"
Song Jingcheng said: "Miao Miao is very busy and has no time to introduce me to your colleagues and friends, so I have to organize the party myself."
After a pause, Song Jingcheng continued, "In a few days, when everyone is gathered, I will take you to meet my friends."
Shen He was flattered. "So formal? It's just a relationship, not..." Before she could even say the word "marriage", she was interrupted by Song Jingcheng.
"Just a romance?"
"Shen He." Song Jingcheng held Shen He's hand and said solemnly: "If my disease can be cured, you will definitely be the mistress of the Song family."
"If my disease cannot be cured, you will be the only person Song Jingcheng has ever loved."
"I want to introduce you to my friends. When I'm gone, they can help and take care of you."
It sounds a bit like Liu Bei entrusting his son to others' care.
But Shen He was sold on this. She stretched out her right hand towards Song Jingcheng and said, "Come on, I'll take you inside to show you off."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng was delighted. He quickly held Shen He's hand and stood up from the wheelchair.
"Why are you in a wheelchair today?"
"After taking the medicinal bath, I felt very uncomfortable. I couldn't walk a few steps. It was easier to sit in a wheelchair. Besides..."
Song Jingcheng smiled mysteriously and said, "If the news that Song Jingcheng is so sick that he can only travel in a wheelchair gets out, how many demons and ghosts will be unable to resist and perform magic?"
Shen He understood.
Song Jingcheng wants to use his illness to find out the demons and monsters lurking around him.
As soon as Shen He and Song Jingcheng appeared, the whole audience started to cheer.
Xie Ting took the lead in making fun of Shen He, deliberately making fun of him: "Boss Shen, is this Mr. Song the same Mr. Song who brought us afternoon tea and roses last time?"
Jun Lin already knew the truth, and he watched the excitement with a smile on his face.
Shen He's face turned red, but she still raised their tightly clasped hands and announced solemnly: "Let me introduce to you all, Song Jingcheng, Mr. Song, my boyfriend."
"Wow!"
Song Jingcheng took the wine glass, poured a glass of wine, raised the glass and said:
"I'll treat you tonight, everyone should enjoy the food and drinks!" "In the future, please help my Shen He with his work, and we will all get rich together."
His words "My Shen He" caused everyone to laugh at him again.
Shen He was in a good mood and accepted all the toasts from his subordinates.
Shen He was drunk.
Song Jingcheng asked Ma Kai to drive the car to her basement garage, and he personally carried Shen He back home.
Shen He was drunk as hell, staggering on top of him, which was particularly annoying.
Arriving at Shen He's house, Song Jingcheng knocked on the door several times before Su Jin came to open it.
"Grandma, Shen He is drunk. I'll take her home."
When Su Jin heard this address, he kept muttering, "You were calling me Doctor Su a few days ago, but you changed your address now? Did I allow you to call me that?"
Song Jingcheng was a man who could bend and stretch. He suggested sincerely, "How about I go into the house, kneel down and offer you a cup of tea, and change my words?"
Su Jin's eyes widened, "You are so shameless."
Su Jin opened the door and let Song Jingcheng in.
After putting Shen He on the bed, Song Jingcheng felt dizzy when he stood up and almost fell on Shen He.
Su Jin couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and said with disdain: "Hurry up and lie down on the sofa and rest for a while. I'll give you a few injections later, and then you can go back."
Song Jingcheng didn't dare to act stubbornly anymore and went to the sofa obediently.
Su Jin wiped Shen He's body, changed her clothes, and then took the acupuncture bag to give Song Jingcheng acupuncture.
"Look at how weak you are. You gasp every three steps and cough every five steps. You're like Miss Lin. If I were Shen He, I wouldn't look down on you."
Song Jingcheng listened quietly and did not dare to refute.
"Lie down, hold up your shirt, and I'll give you some stitches in your back."
Song Jingcheng was a little hesitant.
Su Jin had no choice but to do it herself. When she lifted up Song Jingcheng's shirt and vest and saw the old scars from whipping on his back, the disgust in her eyes immediately turned into surprise and heartache.
"Who hit me?"
"You little brat, you've grown so big for nothing, and now you're being beaten so badly, aren't you ashamed?"
"Who hit me?" Su Jin was furious and was ready to roll up his sleeves to help Song Jingcheng fight.
Song Jingcheng felt very upset.
This is the first time that someone feels sorry for him and wants to seek justice for him.
After a while, Song Jingcheng whispered, "My mother."
Su Jin was stunned.
Inserting the needle into the acupuncture point, Su Jin said, "You didn't eat anything tonight. I'll go get you a bowl of chicken soup."
"That's good stuff. I specially stewed it for Miao Miao to drink to regulate her body. You're lucky."
The old man didn't know how to comfort Song Jingcheng. After thinking it over, he decided that it would be more practical to feed him delicious food.
Song Jingcheng had no appetite and couldn't taste anything.
But after drinking that bowl of chicken soup, his whole stomach felt warm.
Looking at the old man busy in the kitchen, Song Jingcheng secretly vowed to protect the old man's safety.
*
After waking up from a hangover, Shen He was still full of energy.
She drove Su Jin to work, and on the way Su Jin kept asking her in a roundabout way about Song Jingcheng's family situation.
Noticing that grandma was particularly concerned about Song Jingcheng's mother, Shen He asked her, "Did Song Jingcheng talk to you about his mother last night?"
"No, I gave him an injection and saw the scar on his back."
Su Jin thought of the scars on Song Jingcheng's back, and cursed with gritted teeth: "Is Song Jingcheng's mother crazy? Although it is said that a good son is born under the stick, you can't beat the child so much that his back is covered with scars."
"I see those scars are from many years ago. They are all old scars. Just imagine how hard that child's childhood must have been."
Shen He understood that grandma was beginning to feel pity for Song Jingcheng.
Tsk.
Song Jingcheng, that scheming man, might have deliberately revealed his scar in order to gain grandma's sympathy.
What a trick of inflicting pain on oneself.
"He is indeed a ruthless character. I heard that Mu Tingyun was kidnapped at the age of 18. It was planned by his mother..."
As he was speaking, a red car parked on the side of the road suddenly started, its speed instantly increasing to more than fifty yards, and rushed straight towards Shen He's car!