Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

"Dad, woo...Dad..."

I don't know how much time has passed, Qiao Zhanbei regained consciousness amidst Xiao Nuannuan's crying, the little girl stood opposite the coffee table, watching him howl, with clear tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes.

In front of him, little Qiaoqiao was holding a white towel to help him wipe the steaming water stains on his legs.

"Dad, is it hurting you?" Qiao Qiao asked with concern.

Dad's lap is still hot, it's dangerous boiling water.

Listening to his daughter's words, Qiao Zhanbei swallowed his blocked throat, smiled stiffly at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Daddy doesn't hurt."

Xin said, your father's leg is dead, and you can't feel any pain when you pour boiling water on it.

Now, he doesn't seem to be able to move one of his arms either.

Qiao Zhanbei took a few deep breaths secretly to keep himself calm, and he tried to move his entire left arm again.

Still unable to move, without any sensation.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Grandpa Qiao, who came back from answering the phone, looked at the chaotic scene in the tea room, his face darkened, and he raised his voice, "Xiao Sun!"

The kettle he used to make tea rolled to the ground, the coffee table was crooked, Xiao Nuannuan burst into tears, Qiao Zhanbei's calves were soaked, Xiao Qiaoqiao took care of him calmly.

The guards and the nanny rushed over after hearing the sound, busy for a while.

Qiao Zhanbei was burned on his leg. After returning to the room, with the help of the guard Uncle Sun, he changed his clothes. He needed to go to the hospital for treatment of the burn.

"Grandpa, a little injury, don't tell Mianmian, let her concentrate on work." Before getting into the car, Qiao Zhanbei told Grandpa Qiao.

He quickly arrived at the hospital, treated the burns, called Shi Yanshen, and told about the condition of his left arm.

In the consultation room, experts in orthopedics and neurology looked at Qiao Zhanbei's latest CT scan, compared it with the last scan, and started a discussion.

Judging from the CT scan, the position of his spinal cord injury is higher. It used to be the lumbar spine, but now it is above the chest cavity.

"Nonsense, except for falling off a cliff, I haven't suffered any injuries. I haven't fallen or knocked." Qiao Zhanbei sat in a wheelchair with a dark face and said coldly.

The doctors and experts also looked confused.

"Mr. Qiao, this is exactly where we are confused. Clinically, we have never seen a patient with an inexplicable spinal cord injury like you."

Inexplicable damage.

Qiao Zhanbei carefully chewed the expert's words, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his face became more and more serious.

Could it be that his lower body was paralyzed when he fell off a cliff?

Yes……

The air seemed to be frozen, dull and heavy, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Qiao Zhanbei left the consultation room without saying a word, and Shi Yanshen followed.

On the rooftop, a man was sitting in a wheelchair. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky covered by dark clouds. He was like a statue, motionless.

Only the cigarette held between the fingers of his right hand rose into a curl of smoke, and at the cigarette butt, the curved and long smell of smoke was blown down by the breeze and drifted away, some of which fell on the sleeves of his overcoat.

Shi Yan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Half an hour ago, Qiao Zhanbei said, let him be alone for a while, and he just sat there looking at the sky, smoking a cigarette.

He took a step and walked over.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Qiao Zhanbei came back to his senses. He put the cigarette in his mouth and took a few puffs.

When Shi Yanshen was about to speak, he took the lead to break the silence, "Before I fell off the cliff, Shangguan Ting injected me with a blue potion. He threatened that I would die slowly. I asked you to do a blood test for me before. I suspected this, but... nothing was found. I thought he was threatening me..."

Thinking about it now, how could Shangguan Ting, who regards human life as worthless, let him go so easily.

Besides, he hated him to the bone.

Listening to his words, Shi Yanshen lost his usual calmness and self-control, his straight chest heaved greatly, and he took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"You mean, the paralysis of your lower body is caused by the medicine?" Shi Yan took a deep breath, shaking his head, "I've never heard of such medicine."

Qiao Zhanbei closed his eyes, and said slowly: "He is involved in the underworld, and it is likely to be a biochemical weapon developed by an illegal laboratory."

"You arrogant master, you should be powerless to watch yourself slowly die, body, spirit, double torture..."

Shangguan Ting's voice sounded like a curse.

He was beaten delirious at the time and didn't hear clearly, and now he recalls it verbatim.

Qiao Zhanbei clenched his right hand tightly, the unburned cigarette shattered in his palm, he clenched his back molars tightly, his eyes were red.

Indeed, both physical and mental torture.

He has experienced it for more than seven months.

He has just climbed out of the dark abyss, accepted the fact that he is a disabled person, overcome psychological and spiritual obstacles, and now...

The Hammer of Destiny hit him hard on the head again.

The corner of Qiao Zhanbei's mouth rose mockingly, "Shi Yanshen, I'm dying."

There was a trill in his voice.

Shi Yanshen threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, walked up to Qiao Zhanbei, comforted him, and encouraged him: "Zhanbei, don't be depressed, I'll send your medical records to my American tutor immediately, and explain to them The situation, they are all authorities in the medical field, and they will find a solution.”

Qiao Zhanbei arched his back, lowered his head, clenched his fist with his still moving right hand, and beat his head one after another.

Ye Mian worked overtime until the shopping mall where the Embroidery Pavilion was located was close to closing. She brought a cup of taro paste Bobo milk tea into the room. The milk tea was given to her by the kid Jiang Xun after she got off work.

In the evening, treat her to drink milk tea, does she still want to sleep?

She didn't drink it and brought it back.

After watching the two children, Qiao Zhanbei had already fallen asleep when he returned to the bedroom on the first floor. He usually waited for her to come back before going to sleep.

She quietly approached the edge of the bed and reached out to check the temperature of his forehead, thinking that he was not feeling well.