Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

The operation lasted until two in the morning.

The door opened and Bai Ji'an rushed in following Wang Xingyi. The doctor took off his mask and looked at them seriously.

"Which of you is a family member?"

Wang Xingyi didn't even think about it: "Me."

The doctor announced with a heavy sigh.

"The injured person is no longer in danger of death. Although he does not need to be amputated, the fractures and nerve damage have made it impossible for him to walk like a normal person. As for the best outcome, if he can maintain a positive attitude and work hard to undergo rehabilitation, he may be able to move around within a hundred square meters with the help of crutches, but it is almost impossible for him to go out alone with crutches."

Unable to walk like a normal person?

After the doctor left, Wang Xingyi turned around stiffly and looked at Bai Jianan, whose face was also pale, and his voice trembled frighteningly.

"What did he just say? What did he mean by relying on crutches is the best outcome? Then what is the normal outcome?"

Bai Ji'an stared at him in a daze.

"From now on, Han Feng will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

There was no way he could say this.

In just fourteen hours, Wang Xingyi kept teetering on the brink of collapse.

He was afraid that the moment the pain from the outside world became stronger than his own, Wang Xingyi would go crazy.

"Xingyi."

Bai Ji'an held his shoulders.

"I know that no one can accept such a result, but you have to stay calm. Think about Han Feng, he only has you. If something happens to you, what will he do in the future? Moreover, the doctor said that if Han Feng can adjust his mentality and actively accept rehabilitation, he still has a chance to stand up. The doctor can heal the body, but the doctor can only warm his heart if it is cold."

Choked with sobs, Wang Xingyi could only nod desperately.

"Why did it become like this?"

"Why are you so cruel?"

"Why can't we let him go? Why can't fate be kinder to him?"

……

He slowly squatted down, sat on the cold tiles, and asked one question after another that no one could answer.

The tremendous pain suffocated him and made Bai Jianan cry.

After coming out of the operating room, Han Feng, who was still in a coma, was placed in the intensive care unit.

Since his family members were unable to accompany him, Wang Xingyi could only stand in the empty corridor, staring at the dim lights outside the window in a daze.

"Here." Bai Jian handed over a paper bag. "There are only hamburgers and convenience stores in the early morning. You can make do with what you have."

Since they met in the car in the afternoon, he hasn't seen Wang Xingyi drink a sip of water.

Wang Xingyi stared out the window and said softly, "I'm not hungry."

Bai Ji'an did not move, and advised: "After his injury stabilizes, Han Feng will be transferred to the general ward. He needs someone with energy and strength to take care of him."

Wang Xingyi was stunned for a moment, then took the paper bag and started eating without saying a word.

He swallowed the food one bite after another without even chewing it three times.

Bai Ji'an quickly took out the Coke tube and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke!"

Wang Xingyi said nothing.

Whatever food Bai Jianan handed to him, no matter whether it was sour, spicy, cold or hot, he would stuff it all into his mouth.

If you can't swallow it, swallow it raw. If you choke, swallow it with water.

With a self-abusive look on his face, Bai Jianan was so worried that he felt full without even eating a single bite.

The next morning, Han Feng's class teacher and the dean of studies rushed over after hearing the news.

After learning about the situation from the doctor, the two stood at the door of the intensive care unit and lamented the unpredictability of life.

"How could he have a car accident at the airport? The exam was over yesterday afternoon, and everyone was either going back to review for the next subject or looking for answers and estimating scores. Why did he go to the airport?"

Teacher Jiang, the head teacher, shook his head: "I don't know either."

"Han Feng..." the Dean of Studies pondered, "Is he the one you mentioned who got higher scores in mock exams each time?"

There are not many people who can steadily improve their scores in the hundred days before the college entrance examination, especially those who have always had good grades.

Generally speaking, if a student who works hard can maintain stable scores in the four simulations and ensure that there are no mistakes in the college entrance examination, it is already great. Therefore, when Teacher Jiang mentioned Han Feng who was constantly improving, everyone was impressed.

"What a pity." Teacher Jiang looked at the door of the intensive care unit and sighed, "There's no way he can make it in time for today's exam. I hope he can recover soon, repeat a year, and try again next year."

"Repeat..."

Wang Xingyi on the other side of the corridor slowly raised his head.

He suddenly remembered the advertising fan he accidentally picked up yesterday morning when he was standing outside the examination room waiting.

Yes, their Han Feng is well-behaved and serious, so he won’t do badly in the exam.

The people who really hindered his bright future were him and his father.

Self-blame and guilt weighed on his heart, so heavy that he was unable to bear it.

He leaned against the white wall, sat on the ground with his knees hugged, and cried bitterly with his face covered.

After 24 hours of careful care from medical staff, Han Feng's condition stabilized and he was officially transferred to the general ward.

In order to make monitoring more convenient, Bai Jianan immediately called his mother, hoping that she would contact the hospital director to help Han Feng arrange a single room that was quiet and well-lit.

"Thank you, Ji An."

"We are all friends. It's just a phone call, it's nothing." Bai Jianan reached out and patted Wang Xingyi's shoulder.

In two days, he lost a lot of weight.

"Go back and rest today." Wang Xingyi looked at Han Feng on the bed, "I can take care of him by myself."

Bai Jian'an's worry was written on his face. Wang Xingyi noticed it and said, "Don't worry, I will eat, drink water and rest on time. I won't let anything happen to me. Your words reminded me that Han Feng needs someone to take care of him, and I am the only person he can rely on."

Bai Ji'an nodded.

When he was about to leave, Wang Xingyi suddenly called him.

"Whether he asks or not, don't tell him anything."

Bai Jianan was stunned. The "he" Wang Xingyi mentioned was undoubtedly Uncle Wang.

"Okay, I respect your wishes."

After Bai Jianan left, Wang Xingyi pulled out the accompanying chair and sat beside the bed.

He reached out and held Han Feng's hand, which still had a little warmth left, and the tears that had almost dried up burst out again.

"Han Feng...can you please wake up soon?"

He murmured repeatedly, hoping that Han Feng could hear him and open his eyes earlier.

But the person on the bed showed no response.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Wang Xingyi said, "Don't you like me calling you brother? As long as you are okay, I will call you brother from now on. As long as you wake up, I will listen to you... Please, wake up quickly."

After not sleeping for three days and two nights, Wang Xingyi was finally exhausted and lay down beside Han Feng's bed, half asleep.

Later that night, Han Feng woke up.

He stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, wondering where he was at this moment.

Also, what happened to him?

Ding ding !!!

Suddenly, shrill whistles and screams rang out in my ears!

He turned his head and saw a speeding black car rushing towards him like an out-of-control beast!

Boom!

Han Feng twitched all over and broke out in a cold sweat!