"Logan Xiang, 18 years old, unemployed, a professional hooligans, was beaten up for no apparent reason," Asher Cheng sat by the bed, looking at Logan Xiang, speaking in a low and unhurried voice, "Then he crawled into the hospital parking lot, found the car of the doctor who had tried to scam him before, hid behind the car and waited for someone to get off work... Is that what happened?"
"That's it," Logan Xiang wrinkled his nose and twisted his body in bed with some difficulty, "Doctor Cheng, can you help me..."
"Hmm?" Asher Cheng responded.
"The back of my right leg is itchy. Can you... scratch it for me?" Logan Xiang said a little embarrassedly.
"Is your right hind leg itchy?" Asher Cheng glanced at his leg.
"My right leg! The back of my right leg is itchy!" Logan Xiang sighed, "Forget it, Doctor Cheng, can you help scratch my right leg? It's so itchy! It's uncomfortable!"
"Are you itchy?" Asher Cheng sat still and asked slowly.
"...Yes!" Logan Xiang rolled his eyes and looked at him.
"If you don't tell the truth, you'll be itchy," Asher Cheng leaned back in his chair, took out his phone and started playing, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll have to call the police first."
Logan Xiang simply couldn't describe how he felt. He felt terrible pain all over his body. His legs, waist, and back were all itchy, like being tortured! He actually ran into such a difficult guy like Asher Cheng!
"No, brother," he gritted his teeth, "you are too upright!"
"I can't help it. My values are so positive and my sense of justice is so overwhelming. I challenged my bottom line when I didn't call the police when you waved my wallet in front of me that day," Asher Cheng looked at his phone. "Don't you see what kind of character you have become now? You are still playing those tricks?"
"What the hell... am I disfigured?" Logan Xiang raised his voice and his eyes widened.
"Do you want to see it?" Asher Cheng raised his head.
"Look! Is there a mirror?" Logan Xiang raised his arm, then put it down with a grin, "Fcuk! Do I have any room to move?"
Asher Cheng stood up, took two steps back, took a photo of him with his mobile phone, and handed it to him: "Your injuries will not heal in three months."
"I..." Logan Xiang quickly looked at the screen, and then shouted in shock, "Where's my hair? Fcuk! Where's my hair!"
The guy in the next bed laughed when he heard it: "He shaved it as soon as he came in."
"I shaved it myself. I checked the wound. It was well protected. There's no serious injury." Asher Cheng sat back in his chair. "I didn't like your head the first time I saw it. This time it's just right."
"Fcuk," Logan Xiang frowned, and after a few seconds he changed his tone, "Brother... please scratch it, it's so itchy... I still feel pain in my body, I can't stand this itch..."
Asher Cheng stared at him for a while, sighed, stood up, lifted his quilt, and tapped his leg with his hand: "Is it here? There is a brace blocking it."
"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" Logan Xiang felt that he couldn't bear it for even a second when he heard it.
"Wait a moment." Asher Cheng frowned and turned to walk out of the ward. After a while, he turned back with a sewing needle in his hand.
"What is this?" Logan Xiang was stunned.
"Iron Stick Yam." said Asher Cheng.
"Fcuk..." Logan Xiang was happy, laughed twice and felt his face hurt, "Quick, quick, quick."
Asher Cheng stuck a sewing needle in and poked it: "Is it okay?"
"Hey, a little lower," Logan Xiang realized quickly, "a little more to the left, yes, yes, yes, yes... right here, ouch, it itches so much!"
Asher Cheng poked him a few more times: "Where else is itching?"
"Back, can you scratch it?" Logan Xiang asked.
Asher Cheng didn't say anything. He reached his hand under his body and lifted it to the side, then scratched his back a few times: "Are you done?"
"It seems... okay," Logan Xiang said. After Asher Cheng laid him flat, he closed his eyes. "It hurts so much. How long will this pain last..."
"It won't hurt tomorrow," Asher Cheng checked the time, "You have one hour to tell me the truth."
"It's the truth," Logan Xiang said helplessly, "I feel so bad now that I want to die immediately. How can I have the energy to lie to you?"
"Really?" Asher Cheng studied the expression on his face. He really couldn't be sure whether Logan Xiang was telling the truth. When he talked about his father's illness before, his face was full of emotion and touching.
"Really, brother," Logan Xiang said in a low voice, almost whispering, "Please, don't call the police. I don't have an ID card. If you call the police, I will be in trouble."
A gangster who was picked up, has no identity card, and whose name, age and background are all told by mouth.
Asher Cheng felt that he would have a hard time digesting all these things in one night. What was going on?
Logan Xiang's head was already a little groggy, and his body was aching. Moreover, Asher Cheng had mercilessly shaved his hair bald. This heavy blow made him feel physically exhausted, and he half-closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Asher Cheng leaned over to take a look at his head, then glanced at the IV bottle beside the bed, and rang the bell to call a nurse to come and change the dressing.
After changing the last bottle of medicine, Logan Xiang's eyes closed completely.
Asher Cheng stood up and stretched his waist. Logan Xiang's sleeping posture was okay and he looked very well behaved, much better than when he opened his eyes and talked a lot, and you couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
"You should take a rest first. I'm too tired today and have to go back." Asher Cheng put away his phone and said.
"Ah?" Logan Xiang opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion, "Are you leaving?"
"If you don't leave, do you still expect me to stay with you?" Asher Cheng said, "I've told the nurses that they will come to look after you at night. I'll come again tomorrow."
"Brother..." Logan Xiang called him and winked at him, "Come here, I have something to say."
Asher Cheng leaned over and approached him. He said in a low voice, "Don't call the police, please."
"It's time to report the morning paper," Asher Cheng said, turning around to leave, then thinking again and pointing at Logan Xiang, "But that doesn't mean I can believe what you say."
When Asher Cheng got home, he felt dizzy and almost fell asleep in the bathtub.
Logan Xiang's Ruyi pendant was still in his coat pocket. After taking a shower, Asher Cheng took it out and looked at it again against the light. He didn't quite understand it, but his uncle was in the jade business and he had seen some of it.
Even an amateur can tell that this pendant is a good thing. But if you say it belongs to Logan Xiang, he really can't believe it. Was it placed in the quilt when he picked it up?
18 years ago, a wealthy family abandoned an illegitimate child?
It's like being in a TV drama, except it's the kind that's super melodramatic.
Logan Xiang's things were all here with him, but there weren't many. In addition to the pendant, there was some change, a few keys, a small pack of cartoon Band-Aids, and Logan Xiang's... no, his wallet.
For some reason, the money was not in the wallet. The wallet was empty. Asher Cheng held the wallet between his fingers and turned it around twice, threw it on the table, found a small bag from the drawer, and put all of Logan Xiang's things in it.
He didn't put the pendants away, but put them in a box and locked it in the cabinet.
Asher Cheng slept very uneasily at night. He had many dreams, one after another, which made him very irritable. Finally, a voice of "brother" in his dream woke him up.
He stared in the darkness, and for a long time he couldn't tell whether the word "brother" was from Logan Xiang or Cheng Boyu.
can not fall asleep.
After lying in bed for a while, he got up, turned on the light, got out of bed, and stood in front of the bookcase by the wall.
The bookcase is basically filled with professional books and a large amount of osteosarcoma translation materials. In the middle compartment, there is a photo frame placed between two rows of books.
I can see Cheng Boyu's smile through the glass.
After staring at it for a few seconds, Asher Cheng opened the glass door, reached out and pushed the photo frame down.
He didn't like Cheng Boyu. In his memory, this brother who was four years younger than him brought him nothing but irritation.
Both my mom and dad are doctors, and it is common for them to not see each other for a few days when they are busy. During the years when Cheng Boyu grew up and no longer needed to be taken care of by others, Asher Cheng had to be responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation when there were no adults at home.
These complicated and trivial things that made him anxious and overwhelmed made him completely dislike his younger brother.
When Cheng Boyu followed him and called him brother, and pestered him to play with him, he rarely had a good expression. In Cheng Boyu's heart, he was probably not a good brother.
This state continued until...
"Brother, am I going to die? Please save me..."
Asher Cheng turned off the light in annoyance, threw himself back on the bed and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.
Logan Xiang woke up very early in the morning and was startled by the image of Uncle Harrison's face that suddenly flashed across his mind. When he opened his eyes, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The moment he realized that he was lying in the hospital, he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented feeling of relief. He wanted to smile, but the injuries at the corners of his mouth and eyes had not moved all night and they were painful, so he couldn't smile.
My body and legs still hurt, not much better than yesterday.
He asked the nurse about his injuries carefully. Since he was Asher Cheng's friend, the nurse told him in detail despite her busy schedule.
Logan Xiang was confused by the professional terms, but he roughly knew that he had various fractures. The broken bones together were enough to keep him from committing fraud for a month. Steel nails were inserted in his legs, and Asher Cheng performed the surgery on him.
Of course, Asher Cheng also shaved off his handsome and cool Mohawk.
But it's okay.
What does it matter if my legs are hung up, what does it matter if I can’t bend my arms, what does it matter if I can’t twist my neck, what does it matter if I’m in pain, what does it matter if I’m itchy, what does it matter if I’m bald...what does it matter!
Compared with the fact that I was finally driven out of Dawali and Zhaojia Kiln by Uncle Harrison, nothing mattered!
When Asher Cheng came to check on the ward, Nurse 1 Xiao Jiang was holding her own small mirror above Logan Xiang's face to look at him.
"Oh, it's a pity that I have a good brain. Otherwise, no one can go out with this monk's head." Logan Xiang sighed.
"There are so many bald men on the street," Xiao Jiang said with a smile. He put away the mirror and turned around while pushing the medicine cart. He saw Asher Cheng and greeted him, "Good morning, Doctor Cheng."
"Good morning," Asher Cheng nodded and walked to Logan Xiang's bedside, "Don't worry, you can only be discharged from the hospital after your hair grows into a flat head."
"Good morning, Doctor Cheng," Logan Xiang sighed, "...I don't look like myself anymore."
"That's because your face hasn't gotten swollen yet, it has nothing to do with being bald," Asher Cheng took out a cartoon band-aid from his pocket, tore it open and stuck it on Logan Xiang's teardrop mole, "Does this make you feel better?"
Logan Xiang was stunned for a moment, then he stared at the ceiling and laughed for a long time, and finally said to Asher Cheng in a very soft voice: "Thank you."
Xiao Jiang came over and gave Logan Xiang an IV drip. Asher Cheng asked him how he felt. Logan Xiang just felt uncomfortable all over, but he didn't feel anything else.
"I'm going to keep hanging there like this until my hair grows into a buzz cut?" He looked at Asher Cheng in frustration, "Do I have to hang there like this? And even put on a plastic shell?"
"Well, the brace is for fixation," Asher Cheng looked at him, "hanging it can promote blood circulation, reduce swelling, and also make you feel less pain. You can move your toes when you have nothing to do."
"Oh... Oh, by the way," Logan Xiang suddenly smiled, "I heard from the nurse that steel nails were put in? How were they put in? Will they be removed later?"
"It was nailed in with a bang," Asher Cheng wrote on the ward rounds with his head down, "Of course it needs to be taken out. When taking it out, just cut it with a swipe and pry it out with the vertebral disc."
The patient in the next bed was drinking porridge. Hearing this, he almost choked with laughter: "Doctor, you are so funny. Your Director Liang is so serious."
"Director Liang has so many patients that he doesn't even have time to drink water," Asher Cheng smiled, "how can he have time to joke around?"
After checking Logan Xiang's bed, Asher Cheng prepared to go to the next ward. Before leaving, he asked Logan Xiang again: "Can your friends come to the hospital to take care of you?"
"Friends?" Logan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then he whispered, "I don't have any friends."
"Then I'll contact a nurse for you, but she probably won't be here until noon," Asher Cheng said nothing more. He glanced at the pink lunch box on Logan Xiang's bedside table. He didn't know which nurse had lent it to him. "Breakfast, you..."
"Let me do it," said the man in the next bed. His name was Zhou Jin, he was in his twenties. He had injured his ankle and was admitted this morning. He had just finished his porridge. "I'll feed him."
Asher Cheng left the ward and passed by Logan Xiang's ward after checking the ward. He took a look inside and saw Logan Xiang chatting with Zhou Jin. He returned to the office.
Four thousand yuan was stolen, and the deposit for hospitalization, various treatment fees and medicine expenses, and the need for a caregiver... He habitually recorded all these in the accounting software on his mobile phone, and the total cost was not small.
Asher Cheng frowned. He was sick, seriously ill, and yet he paid so much money for a gangster who had stolen from him.
Maybe I should go to the psychiatric department and get some medicine.
Although Logan Xiang was not a very lively person, it was still quite painful for him to be in the hospital like a tortured man, unable to move his arms and legs at all.
After just three days, I felt like I couldn't go on any longer.
It takes a long time to scratch an itch, and he doesn't have to think about brushing his teeth or washing his face... He has to eat and go to the toilet in bed. But the caregiver Asher Cheng found for him is an older woman, so he is too embarrassed to ask for the toilet unless he can't hold it in any longer.
"Doctor Cheng, Brother Cheng," Logan Xiang protested to Asher Cheng seriously while waiting for him to come for rounds, "Can you change the nurse? Find me a woman..."
"Her son is older than you," Asher Cheng looked at his legs, "Besides, it's hard to hire a caregiver nowadays."
"...Oh," Logan Xiang fell silent when he heard that it was difficult to hire a caregiver. After a pause, he spoke again, "You spent... a lot of money, right? I'll give it to you when I can move again."
"Well, it doesn't count what you took from my wallet," Asher Cheng took out his phone, opened the account book and handed it to him, "We'll settle this later."
"Fcuk," Logan Xiang closed his eyes, "or you can just throw me out, on the street, under the bridge, in the self-service bank..."
After talking for a long time, there was no sound of Asher Cheng's voice. All Logan Xiang heard was Zhou Jin laughing beside him. He opened his eyes and found that Asher Cheng was no longer in the ward.
"Is this doctor your friend?" Zhou Jin asked him after laughing for a while.
"...Ah?" Logan Xiang was stumped by this simple question. He couldn't answer it for a while, so he could only respond casually.
Friends? He has no friends.
He used to say this often: I have no friends.
I felt pretty good when I said it, and I didn't feel anything awkward about it. In a place like Zhaojiayao, the word "friend" is too luxurious and naive. What's the difference between friends and not friends? Real friends will part ways sooner or later, but fake friends may stab you in the ribs at any time.
But now I suddenly feel a little lost.
He felt lost from the day Asher Cheng asked him if he had any friends who could take care of him.
I have no friends. When I say this again, it suddenly sounds very strange.
Zhou Jin's question made him sink even more inexplicably, and he didn't hear what Zhou Jin said afterwards.
Asher Cheng’s friend is his current identity in the hospital. Of course, someone like Asher Cheng cannot have a friend like him.
It was only because he was a doctor and was good at pretending to be pitiful that Asher Cheng's sympathy temporarily overcame his disgust for him, and he became Asher Cheng's...friend.
Logan Xiang sighed softly.
In fact, he was quite enjoying having a friend like Asher Cheng... Although Asher Cheng didn't like him, didn't believe him, kept thinking about calling the police, and even shaved his handsome Mohawk into a bald head.
But Asher Cheng is a person in "another life", the one who saved him and is the one closest to him.
Asher Cheng was in the outpatient clinic today, but Logan Xiang waited until seven in the evening and didn't see him come to the ward. He probably went straight home.
Anyway, I have someone to take care of me now, and my condition is quite stable. Apart from feeling uncomfortable all over, my injuries are still in good condition.
"Do you want to go to the toilet?" The nurse's surname was Sun, and she was very attentive.
"I don't feel it yet," Logan Xiang closed his eyes and felt it for a while, "Sister Sun, go eat. I don't have anything to do here."
"Okay, I'll go eat first," Sister Sun nodded, "I'll wipe your body tonight. The nurse said you can wipe it now..."
"What...what are you wiping?" Logan Xiang was horrified.
"Wipe your body. You can't take a shower now. It will make you feel more comfortable." After saying that, Sister Sun left the ward to eat.
Zhou Jin laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe: "Hey, are you in extreme pain?"
"Oh my god..." Logan Xiang actually wanted to wipe it off. He hadn't been able to take a shower since he was beaten in the mud that day. It would definitely be more comfortable if he could wipe it off.
"Just wipe it off. What are you afraid of? I've seen it many times." Zhou Jin still smiled. "Didn't your clothes also change for you?"
"Changing clothes is embarrassing enough. Besides, how can this be the same as changing clothes?" Logan Xiang has taken care of himself since he was a child. He took a bath, changed clothes, and even cleaned his wounds by himself. No one has ever served him. When walking on the street, people like them who don't look like good people would not even approach him.
Logan Xiang struggled with his thoughts for a long time, and even thought of asking Asher Cheng to wipe it for him, but in the end he let his elder sister wipe it for him.
He stole people's money, cheated people, owed people money and at least half of their life, and asked someone to give him a bath. He couldn't say this request. If he really said it, Asher Cheng might just throw him on the street.
The elder sister has been a caregiver for many years and her movements are quite skillful. She wiped him like a table or cabinet. After changing his clothes, Logan Xiang finally relaxed, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Doctor Cheng, is it okay for you to do this?" A young nurse looked at Asher Cheng with a frown.
"It's nothing," Asher Cheng looked at his right hand which was simply bandaged with gauze and bandages, "I'll go back first, my friend is still waiting in the car."
"What if they come back tomorrow? Director Liang almost got beaten up." The young nurse said worriedly.
"I'll be in the inpatient department tomorrow." Asher Cheng smiled.
After leaving the hospital and about to take out his cell phone to make a call, a car parked on the side of the road flashed its lights twice. Asher Cheng walked over and habitually stretched out his right hand to open the door, but after he saw the gauze, he switched to his left hand.
"Oh Boyan," Lin He turned his head and saw his hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"It's just a scratch." Asher Cheng got into the car and fastened his seat belt.
"Was it the patient who did it?" Lin He asked.
"Family member," Asher Cheng glanced at him, "Hurry up, where are we going to eat? I want to go back to sleep after eating. I'm so sleepy."
"I haven't seen you for a year, and you treat me like this." Lin He smiled and started the car.
"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome," Asher Cheng raised his arms and shouted twice, "Is that enough?"
"Psycho!" Lin He laughed for a long time, "Why did I come all the way to see you?"
"You didn't come here just to see me," Asher Cheng smiled, "Are you planning to come back and live your life?"
"Yeah," Lin He nodded, "At this age, I want to settle down. It's so nice to have someone to accompany me and live a peaceful life."
"Have you had enough fun?" Asher Cheng said.
"Are you touched at all?" Lin He glanced at him, "Don't always think about work and making money..."
"What money do you want to make? Just drive your car carefully." Asher Cheng clicked his tongue, as if to say, I just lost money.
"Find someone quickly, don't be single. If you get hurt, there will be no one to comfort you when you go home," said Lin He.
"I'm busy." Asher Cheng leaned against the car window and looked out. The injury on his hand was not serious. There was no bone injury. It was just a cut by the chair leg, but it was really painful.
I just don't have time.
I was so busy at work that I couldn't stop, and I found a patient to take care of for no apparent reason. How could I have time to think about anything else.
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