Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Like an instinct deep in his heart, he wanted to grab her, forgetting his disability for a moment, and stretched his hand towards hers.

Ye Mian noticed his extending hand, her eyes felt hot, she made up her mind, quickened her pace, wiped his hand with her body, and walked away resolutely.

She obviously saw him reaching out to pull her, but she avoided it... Qiao Zhanbei's heart sank suddenly, and a strong sense of loss engulfed him.

He moved the wheelchair and was about to chase him, but she slowly pulled the door shut from the outside, instead of slamming it away like last time, this time, she was very calm.

Qiao Zhanbei froze there as if hit by a blunt object, motionless.

Seeing Ye Mian come down the stairs with red eyes, Song Qiao felt bad, and sighed in her heart, she stepped forward.

Ye Mian: "He is still stubborn, saying that Qin Chuan is a playboy and doesn't want me to suffer..."

She repeated what Qiao Zhanbei said to Song Qiao.

It was Song Qiao who told her today that Qiao Zhanbei had kidnapped Qin Chuan, and she came here to block him.

Song Qiao: "Brother Qiao is obviously jealous. Sister Mian, let's find a good man to stimulate him next time."

The two walked outside the villa, Ye Mian looked at the gray sky, took a deep breath, and swallowed her tears, "No, Qiaoqiao, I don't want to push him too hard, he is actually in more pain than me."

"The good thing is that he is willing to continue his recovery. Before I mentioned this incident, he was very repulsive. If we are not together, we will not be together, as long as he is willing to cheer up."

After chatting with Song Qiao for a while, she drove away.

For a week in a row, Ye Mian didn't come to see him again, Qiao Zhanbei forced himself to concentrate on his work every day and didn't think about her.

In the rehabilitation room, the man was sweating profusely, with his arms resting on the parallel bars, supporting himself to practice standing. When his hands relaxed a little, his body was about to collapse.

Shi Yan knocked on the door deeply and entered.

He watched Qiao Zhanbei propping up the parallel bars with both arms, dragging his body below the waist, and moving to the side of the wheelchair.

Because of the force, the veins on his forehead bulged, his white teeth were clenched, and he supported himself with the strength of his arms, and sat down on the wheelchair.

This scene moved even Shi Yanshen, who had been in the hospital all year round and was used to seeing life and death, and all kinds of tragedies in the world.

He walked up to him with long legs, and handed him a dry towel.

Qiao Zhanbei took the towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and calmed down his shortness of breath.

After a while, he asked Shi Yan deeply: "Is the report out? What's the result?"

Shi Yanshen opened the brown file bag and handed him his blood report, "Except for some inflammation, your blood test results did not find any abnormalities. Is there a stomach problem again? Come back with me to the hospital for a gastroscopy .”

This guy smokes and drinks too much, and it's no wonder he has a stomach problem.

Qiao Zhanbei shook his head slowly, "I don't feel any discomfort in my stomach, I haven't drunk recently."

Thinking that there was no problem in the blood test, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Before falling off the cliff, he was injected with a blue, unknown potion by Shangguan Ting.

Shangguan Ting threatened that he would die slowly.

After he was rescued, the doctor immediately had his blood checked, and the result was the same as this time, and no abnormalities were found.

Come to think of it, Shangguan Ting deliberately bluffed him.

"What do the experts say about my spinal cord damage? Is there hope? Shi Yanshen, I want to be honest." Qiao Zhanbei raised his eyes and asked seriously.

Except at the request of his family members, Shi Yanshen always told the truth to his patients. He felt compassion for Qiao Zhanbei, but he knew that he couldn't hide it from him.

"Zhanbei, those experts advise you not to give up your rehabilitation, maybe there will be a miracle."

The corner of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth twitched mockingly, and he understood what he meant, that there was no hope of healing.He is a realist, seeking truth from facts, and never believes in miracles.

Shi Yan read his expression deeply, handed him a cigarette, and sat down beside him, "It's already a miracle that you survived a fall from a cliff 800 meters high."

"I'm looking like a ghost now, I might as well die." Qiao Zhanbei said with a sigh.

In front of his friends, he could calmly accept his disability and embarrassment, but he couldn't face it in front of Ye Mian.

Thinking of her whom he had not seen for many days, his heart ached again.

"You're dead, what about your family? Have you ever thought about how Ye Mian, grandparents, and daughter feel? Zhanbei, I can understand your feelings. I have many terminally ill patients. Do you think that some of them How many people really want to live? Are they supporting their families." Shi Yanshen said slowly and unhurriedly.

Qiao Zhanbei listened to his words, lost his mind and thought.

During this period of time, he only lived in his own feelings, gave up on himself, and didn't care about the feelings of his family.

Before Shi Yanshen left, he advised him to find a counselor for psychological counseling, and then kindly advised him: "Go back and see your family, don't just live in your own thoughts."

……

It was the first month of the lunar calendar, and there was a bit of warmth in the cold wind. The lake and river in the compound were frozen and thawed, and a few wild ducks were playing in it.

The black business seven drove into the corner of the military compound, and stopped at the gate of the small courtyard of the old Chief Qiao's house.

"grandmother--"

Qiao Zhanbei just entered the yard, looked at the white-haired old man sitting by the small garden in the yard, basking in the sun, and was much older than before he fell off the cliff, and shouted.

The old lady Qiao was taken aback, and after recognizing the grandson in the wheelchair, she leaned on crutches, hunched over, and walked towards him quickly.

When she came to the eldest grandson, she held him in both hands, half handsome, half with a scarred face, she shed tears in distress.

"Good grandson, just come back, just come back..." the old lady choked up.

"Grandma, I made you worry. Let grandpa beat me later to relieve you." Qiao Zhanbei smiled.

Grandpa Qiao came out of the house and looked at his eldest grandson in a wheelchair. The tough old Chief Qiao was in his bones, holding the hand of the tea mug, trembling slightly, but his mouth was the same as before, and said to him: "Smack you? I shot you dead!"

Qiao Zhanbei smiled, knowing that the old man was reluctant.

The three of them entered the house, but the two children and Ye Mian were not seen in the house.

In the corner of the living room, there is a wooden rocking horse, a building block table, and a shuffled third-order Rubik's cube on the table.

"Mianmian took her two children to the early education center for class, and at this point, she will be back soon." Mrs. Qiao answered the doubts in Qiao Zhanbei's heart.

When Qiao Zhanbei heard that they were coming back soon, he was slightly taken aback, and thought of shrinking back again.

He went to the building block table, picked up the Rubik's cube, and turned his long fingers flexibly, playing with the Rubik's cube to distract attention.

Little Qiaoqiao was carrying a small schoolbag. Just as she entered the door, she saw a familiar figure sitting in a corner with her head down, spinning a Rubik's cube in her hands.

She hesitated for a while, and gradually recognized him, the little man called out crisply: "Father."