binnovel Chapter 543 The Bitter Meat Scheme
Chapter 543 The Bitter Meat Scheme
Under the pale light of the hospital corridor, Lin Ci'an stared at the red light on the emergency room door, his knuckles unconsciously tapping on the metal handrail.
The smell of disinfectant reminded him of the last days of his previous life—the feeling of powerlessness that was gradually consumed by pain.
The nurse carefully used tweezers to pick out the glass fragments embedded in Chu Ziyu's flesh and blood. Blood beads rolled down the pale skin and dripped into the medical tray, making a slight "click" sound.
The wound was not deep, just a superficial injury. It was bandaged and I got a tetanus shot.
In addition, Chu Ziyu's X-ray showed a fracture in his right arm and the doctor was putting a plaster cast on him.
Through the frosted glass, you can see the boy's thin silhouette trembling slightly.
“You need to be hospitalized for two days for observation.”
The nurse handed over the bill and asked, "Are you a family member?"
Lin Ci'an took the receipt, and his pen hovered over the "relationship" column for a long time before finally writing down the word "friend".
The tip of the pen spread a blob of ink on the paper, just like his confused mood at the moment.
In the ward, Chu Ziyu was staring out the window in a daze.
The moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled shadows on his face. His plaster-wrapped arm resting on the pure white sheets looked particularly fragile.
“The medical bills have been paid.”
Lin Ci'an stood at the door, his voice a little dry, "The nurse will come tomorrow morning."
Chu Ziyu turned his head suddenly, and the infusion tube swayed gently with his movements: "You...are leaving?"
His eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness, like a drowning man grabbing at the last piece of driftwood.
Lin Ci'an looked away, and the phone in his suit pocket vibrated at the right moment - it was an emergency meeting notice from the Lin Corporation's Legal Department.
“Something happened at the company.”
He answered stiffly, but heard the sound of fabric rubbing against each other when he turned around.
Chu Ziyu actually staggered to the door, and the infusion stand fell to the ground with a clang.
He stepped barefoot on the cold tiles and stretched his plaster arm forward awkwardly, as if trying to grab something.
"Mr. Lin!" His voice trembled, "Can I add you on WeChat?"
The light from the nurses' station shone diagonally, revealing the protruding butterfly bones under his pajamas.
Lin Ci'an recalled that in the ward of his previous life, Chu Ziyu was also so thin, and his wrist holding the medicine bowl was so thin that the pale blue veins could be seen.
“…That’s not necessary.”
Lin Ci'an clenched the car keys tightly, the metal teeth digging into his palms, "Take good care of your injuries."
The moment the elevator door closed, he saw through the gap Chu Ziyu slowly squatting down.
The boy buried his face in his knees, his plaster arm hanging helplessly like an abandoned doll.
The underground garage is as cold as an ice cellar.
Lin Ci sat in the driver's seat, his forehead resting on the steering wheel. The blue light of the dashboard reflected his tense jawline.
He took out a cigarette case, but the lighter didn't light up even after pressing it three times. Just like his rationality at the moment, he should stay away, but he always collapsed in Chu Ziyu's tearful eyes.
Lin Ci'an started the car suddenly, and the tires made a sharp sound as they scraped against the ground.
In the rearview mirror, a figure was standing quietly in front of a window on the top floor of the hospital.
Chu Ziyu leaned against the head of the bed, fiddling with the edge of the plaster with his left hand out of boredom.
The X-ray showed a fracture of the ulna in his right arm. The doctor said it was caused by supporting himself with his hands when he fell - but only he and 6872 knew the truth.
"6872."
He called out softly in his mind, his tone a little dissatisfied, "Your fracture is too minor, you don't even need surgery."
The system was speechless: "Boss, do you think I'm an orthopedic expert? Bone fracture is already considered a moderate injury. If it gets worse and it's a real fracture, your hands will shake when you draw from now on."