You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Her injury actually recovered faster than that of an average person, and her hands also recovered well.

At this rate, rehabilitation training can be started in a month.

"The patient is recovering well," the attending physician said, looking at them. "At this rate, she should be able to slowly begin rehabilitation training in a month. After a year of training, she might be able to play the piano for a while, but she won't be able to perform high-intensity music."

Hearing the doctor's words, Song Buci, who was lying on the hospital bed, lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

In just one year, the international music competition has already ended.

They are really cruel.

After hearing what the doctor said, the other people in the ward pulled the doctor out of the ward.

They need to discuss the rehabilitation training in detail with the doctor, and they want Song Buci's hands to recover to the best condition.

Soon, only Chen Jue and Song Buci were left in the ward.

Song Buci's eyes fell on his hands wrapped tightly in plaster, and his dry lips were pursed together.

Sadness welled up in her heart, but everything had happened and there was nothing she could do even if she felt resentful and resentful.

Chen Jue sensed her discomfort and sadness, pushed the wheelchair over, and gently placed his hand on her plaster-wrapped hand. He said softly, "It's okay, everything will be fine."

Hearing Chen Jue's words, Song Buci looked up at her. Looking at her eyes that had become as sad as a frog, he wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

But it hurts when I move my hand.

The pain made her realize that her hands were really useless.

"Yeah, I know." Song Buci pretended to be calm and said, "Don't cry anymore. Such beautiful eyes have made you cry like a sad frog. It's so ugly." He also made a look of disgust on his face.

Looking at Song Buci who was still trying to make him happy, Chen Jue's pent-up emotions exploded again.

"But I'm really sad..." Chen Jue's voice choked, "I couldn't help at all."

This silly girl is still saying that she couldn't help.

If she hadn't run over and pushed Liu Shuyi away, she would be a corpse now.

"Chen Jue, don't underestimate yourself." Song Buci said, "Without you, I might have died long ago."

"Don't cry, it's really ugly." Song Buci frowned and said, "Your bright big eyes are swollen from crying. Let the doctor give you some ice later."

"Stop crying! You're going to cry your eyes out."

Song Buci muttered, "I'm the one who's in pain, I didn't even cry, why are you crying?"

Listening to Song Buci's mumbling, Chen Jue burst into laughter and responded, "Okay, I won't cry anymore."

—

Because the evidence was complete and some of Song Buci's good friends in the capital took action, Lu Zhixia and Liu Shuyi were quickly convicted. The day the charges were announced was also Song Buci's birthday.

Liu Shuyi was sentenced to death with a one-year reprieve for a series of crimes including smuggling firearms, intentional homicide, and premeditated murder.

Although Lu Zhixia did not commit as many evil things, the things she did were equally serious. Since she did not commit smuggling or intentional homicide, the court could only sentence her to fifteen years in prison.

They also had to pay Song Buci a large sum of money as compensation, including hospitalization fees, medical expenses, nutrition fees and other expenses.

In addition, with the interference of Song Yunshen and Fu Nanfeng, almost all of their wealth fell into the hands of Song Buci.

Song Buci, who was recuperating in the hospital, was no longer bored and depressed after learning that there was an extra 1.16 billion in his account.

She looked at Fu Nanfeng, who was sitting next to her in front of the bedside table with his legs spread out on either side, working diligently on a computer in front of him, and said, "Fu Nanfeng, can you help me see if there are any new bags, skirts, or anything like that? I want to buy them!"

If her hands were not still wrapped like dumplings and unable to move at all, she would not have let Fu Nanfeng come.

Fu Nanfeng listened for a moment, turned his head and glanced at her, then said, "The latest new models don't look very good."

"What?" Song Buci was unconvinced. "I want to see."

Fu Nanfeng, who was busy with work, clicked save before switching to the website page where the latest luxury goods were released.

Then he brought the computer to Song Buci and showed it to her, and after Song Buci finished looking at it, he switched to another one.

They switched from one house to another. After watching them all, Song Buci leaned there with a speechless expression on his face. It was really not a good look.

"Forget it, I'll buy gold." Song Buci said.

Gold is good. Wearing it gives you face and it also maintains its value. She can make money when the price of gold goes up.

It holds much more value than any luxury item.

"Okay." Fu Nanfeng responded, then went back to work.

Today is Song Buci's birthday, and everyone is thinking about how to celebrate her birthday.

Fu Nanfeng couldn't go to the scene that he had arranged, so he gave up.

They could only celebrate for Song Buci in this small VIP ward.

The smell mixed with disinfectant might make Song Buci a little unhappy.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Bai Jin asked for leave from the dean early because of this matter. She had not set foot in the outside world for a long time. After walking out of the gate of the institute, she was very excited.

Chen Jue was waiting for her outside early, and waved to her when he saw Bai Jin.

"Bai Jin!" Chen Jue shouted from his wheelchair, "Here!"

After hearing the familiar voice, Bai Jin hurried over. After seeing that Chen Jue was sitting in a wheelchair, the smile on Bai Jin's face instantly disappeared: "What's wrong with your foot?"

"Nothing, just a sprain. That's all." Chen Jue said with a smile.

"But it looks very serious." Bai Jin squatted down and looked carefully, frowning and said.

"Just take care of it." Chen Jue said with a smile, not caring at all.

Bai Jin reached out and hugged her, while looking around. When she didn't see Song Buci, she hurriedly asked, "Where's Song Buci? Why didn't she come?"

"She..." Chen Jue didn't know what to say. Song Buci was now lying in the hospital and couldn't get out of bed. He had to rely on others to take care of him for everything from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Bai Jin didn't even wait for her to finish her words before making an excuse for Song Buci: "She's not busy practicing the piano today, is she?"

"Forget it. I'll definitely give her my regards when I see her later." Bai Jin said with a smile, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

Bai Jin asked Chen Jue's driver to take her to a shopping mall in the city center and bought a lot of food, daily necessities and wearables.

Some were for Song Buci and some were for Chen Jue, but she didn't buy anything.

"What are you buying so much for?" Chen Jue asked in confusion.

"It's for you." Bai Jin replied, "I don't know when my project will be finished. After this meeting, I don't know when we'll see each other again."

"I'm going to buy you some more gifts."

Chen Jue shook his head and said, "There's no need to be like this. We will all be thinking of you in our hearts."

Bai Jin didn't listen and said, "I have money, I don't want you to bother me." Then he continued shopping.