reverse capture

The director of the dispatch center urgently issued an order to let other flights get out of the way, and finally let the plane land safely.

"This flight is really awesome! The captain is worth [-] to [-] yuan! Don't you even contact the dispatch center? Land if you want to land?" The dispatcher was very dissatisfied.

The director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Everyone on this flight is an expert! Don't be negligent!"

But when it landed, it neither contacted the airport nor drove to the parking space for it, but remained motionless in the center of the airport.

"what happened?"

The airport ground staff rushed over to check in a car, but the door was also closed, and there was no response.

They leaned up to the window of the plane to look in, and they were so shocked that they almost fell off the ladder.

The passengers in the cabin were all tightly pressed against the chairs, and their heads seemed to be in extreme pain, but there was no trace of moisture on their bodies, just like millennium mummies sitting up from their coffins!

"Ah - quickly notify the joint control center! Notify the joint control center!"

At this time, Wei Ling was lying on the hospital bed sullenly.

He knew that caring for the sick required patience and physical strength.

Before going to college, his grandma had a cerebral thrombosis and couldn't move. The whole family took turns to keep vigil for the old man. Wei Ling just kept watch for one night, helping grandma turn over and take care of her drip, not to mention helping her go to the bathroom.

After one night, even though Wei Ling was very young, he couldn't bear it.

But in the past few days, Wen Zhuo has been by his side as if he didn't need to work.

"Huh...I want to wash my hair...Hair feels so greasy..."

Being in the same room with Wen Zhuo in such a harmonious way, Wei Ling felt uncomfortable, as if if the room suddenly became quiet, he would suffocate to death.

"Okay, I'll wash your hair for you." Wen Zhuo lowered his eyes and began to tidy up his shirt sleeves.

"Don't, don't! I'll just talk! Just talk!"

"It's time to wash up."

Wen Zhuo didn't say a word of unnecessary words, and went to fetch the hot water with the bucket.

"I can have my mom wash with me...really..."

Please don't wait on me anymore, what can I do, my conscience is disturbed!

Wei Ling remembered that Wen Zhuo stared at her for 3 minutes without washing her socks, and finally went to the bathroom with her socks.

For Wen Zhuo, who loves cleanliness and can't stand any smell, Wei Ling felt really scared to wash his greasy hair.

But not long after, Wen Zhuo came to the bedside with hot water, and took another bucket to catch the water.

"Your parents are old, and they are holding your head to wash your hair. I'm afraid they don't have that good arm strength."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhuo removed Wei Ling's quilt and hugged him up.

This is Wei Ling who was picked up by him in a sober state, and he was so frightened that he almost flew up... Of course, with his current state, his whole body was trembling to the sky.

"Don't..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't fall on you."

Wen Zhuo put one knee on the side of the bed, turned Wei Ling over, and then slowly put it down, so that Wei Ling's head was outside the bed, and his feet were just placed on the chair opposite the bed, and the whole person was lying on the side. on the hospital bed.

When Wei Ling lay down slowly with the back of his head supported by Wen Zhuo, he realized that Wen Zhuo's strength was really great. No matter how malnourished he was, the weight of his bones would still be there. It was like a pillow, and the arms and waist were not even trembling... It was anti-human.

Wen Zhuo was sitting on the edge of the bed, spread his long legs, supported the back of Wei Ling's head with one hand, and poured hot water on him with the other.

This posture gave Wei Ling a sense of crisis that his head would be pinched from left to right at any time.

Skulls will shatter... Nosebleeds will flow back...

The warm water flow and Wen Zhuo's fingers massaging his scalp made Wei Ling feel so comfortable that he wanted to hum.

"Look, how do your parents wash your hair?"

Wen Zhuo asked softly.

Wei Ling had to say, it really makes sense.

Just turning him across from the bed, his father and mother's waist must be pouted.

Wen Zhuo applied shampoo on him, and the light smell spread in the ward.

"On the left...a little bit on the left...it's itchy there..."

"Hey, a little below the right side, that's it! That's right!"

Wei Ling was embarrassed at first, but now that he's done washing, he can enjoy Wenzhuo's service!

"Anywhere else itches?"

Wei Ling found that when Wen Zhuo spoke to him, his tone was light and subconscious.

If there were other doctors in the room, Wen Zhuo would be very cold when speaking to them, unable to hear any emotion.

"There's a little bit below the neck... that's right there, rub it for me again!"

Wei Ling's face is actually very thick, so he was shy and embarrassed for a while, when he realized that Wen Zhuo was now serving his orders, the sense of vanity--the Dragon King farted, so proud!

Wei Ling didn't have much hair, so after washing for half an hour, Wen Zhuo took a towel and wrapped his head up, then almost hugged him in his arms, and wiped his hair carefully.

"Wen Zhuo...how can you take care of people so well?" Wei Ling whispered with her eyes closed.

"I only take care of you."

The warm breath fell on Wei Ling's ear, and it was fleeting.

Wei Ling reacted for a full two seconds before realizing what Wen Zhuo had just said.

But Wen Zhuo had already leaned him against the head of the bed, and turned around to clean up the wet floor.

After a while, Wen Zhuo came over with a hair dryer.

"Where did you get the hair dryer?"

"Ask the nurse on duty to borrow it."

Wei Ling couldn't stand upright by himself, but ended up being half-clad in Wen Zhuo's arms again.

The current hair dryer probably incorporates some black technology. Wen Zhuo just ran his fingers through Wei Ling's hair, and the hot air dried his hair.

"Wen Xiaojiu, tell me honestly, you are so good at taking care of others, did you marry a beautiful wife and was taught by her?"

Wei Ling thought for a long time, and couldn't help asking.

The sound of "Wen Xiaojiu" made Wen Zhuo pause.

He took off the plug, put away the hair dryer unhurriedly, then walked over, and suddenly lifted Wei Ling's ear hard.

"It hurts - it hurts - you are being bullied by your wife! Turn around and bully me!" Wei Ling's eyes and nose were twisted together.

"I learned this from Ms. Rong Lan."

Wen Zhuo let go of his hand, Wei Ling was still humming hypocritically.

My mother, Ms. Rong Lan!When did the otherworldly Wen Zhuo learn to twist his ears!

Not long after, Ms. Rong Lan came with a thermos and Wei Ling's father to bring him meals.

"My good boy! Mom stewed beef tendon for you! Drink whatever you drink! Keep fit!"

The soup was quite fragrant, but Wei Ling was a little afraid to drink it.

After drinking Hunxuan, I was afraid that it would be too smelly when I was growing up... After all, what I gave myself these days was warm drinking.

"Wenzhuo, you can also drink the soup that Auntie made! Look at you, you are so haggard with A Ling these days!"

haggard?Where are you haggard?

Wei Lingzai took a closer look at Wen Zhuo. He had neither dark circles nor dozed off, and he was very strong!

"Thank you, Auntie." Wen Zhuo didn't refuse, took the bowl, and the first spoonful of the cold water was not for himself, but delivered to Wei Ling's mouth, "Drink it."

The soup is very fragrant, it smells like mother's, and the smell makes Wei Ling want to cry.

"I have something to do, I have to leave for a few days."

Wei Ling was stunned.

He was used to Wen Zhuo's care, now that he suddenly said that he wanted to leave, Wei Ling panicked for no reason.

"I'll ask my students to come and take care of you. When I'm not around, if you can move, don't mess around. You must stay within her sight."

There was no expression on Wen Zhuo's face, but Wei Ling felt something was wrong.

Thinking of Wen Zhuo's almost 24-hour care of him before, this may not be caring, but vigilance and protection.

"I'm paralyzed and have amnesia... Is anyone else coming to kill me?" Wei Ling curled his lips, as if talking nonsense, but observed Wen Zhuo's reaction from the corner of his eye.

"Stinky boy, you've watched too many movies!" Rong Lan glanced at him angrily.

Looking at my mother's expression, it doesn't look like she's pretending.Both she and Dad felt safe in the hospital.But Wei Ling faintly felt something was wrong.

At this time someone knocked on the door.

"Level [-] Executive Officer Ye Yu reports for duty."

A resounding female voice sounded.

He choked Wei Ling who was drinking soup.

"Come in." Wen Zhuo's voice became cold, not at all as soft as it was for Wei Ling and the Rong Lan couple.

A woman dressed in a black suit walked in.

She is about 25 or 6 years old, her facial features are very three-dimensional, and her eyebrows and eyes reveal a kind of decisiveness and sharpness.

"A fourth-level executive officer...what is it?" Wei Ling couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, just like freshman, sophomore, research one, research two, it's just a title." Wen Zhuo replied lightly.

Seeing Ye Yu frowned, Wei Ling obviously didn't agree with Wen Zhuo's explanation.

"Professor, Lian Yu and He Lian are waiting for you outside." Ye Yu reminded.

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo was not in a hurry at all, he fed the bowl of soup to Wei Ling before getting up.

Wei Ling watched Wen Zhuo leave the ward, and did not regain his composure until his footsteps could no longer be heard.

In the ward, Rong Lan looked carefully at Ye Yu who was sitting beside her with a smile, "Girl, how old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? Are you going to graduate school or Ph.D. with Professor Wen?"

"Mom—" Wei Ling knew what his mother was thinking at a glance, "Your son is still paralyzed on the bed! Don't hurt other people's little girls!"

"Didn't Wen Zhuo say you'd be fine..." Rong Lan sat back a little aggrieved.

There was no discomfort on Ye Yu's face. She sat upright, with her hands on her knees, and her eyes were bright. It could be seen that she had received very strict training for a long time.

But she followed Wen Zhuo's instructions, which made Wei Ling even more curious about Wen Zhuo's identity.

At this time, Wen Zhuo came to the top floor of the hospital, and a helicopter was waiting for him.

There were two young men in black suits sitting in the cabin.

As soon as Wen Zhuo entered, the cabin door quickly closed.

The young man with short flaxen hair said, "Professor Wen, I'm sorry to bother you, but this matter is too serious."

Wen Zhuo took out his mobile phone, swiped his finger lightly, and what appeared on the screen was the scene taken from the window of a certain flight.

A dozen passengers leaned against the back of their seats with their mouths open, dead.