jdhmnovel Chapter 187 I Want to Have Surgery
Chapter 187 I Want to Have Surgery
At this moment, Qiao Fukang's face, which was originally rosy, turned pale as paper in an instant, completely bloodless. Liu Fengping, who was standing next to him, was also not spared. An unconcealable guilty look flashed across her pretty face, and then her entire face turned as pale as if it had been hit by frost.
During the journey out of the tunnel, Duan Yuchen held Qiao Jingyu's soft little hand tightly, fearing that she would be injured. Qiao Jingyu was nervous and uneasy all the way, because just now, she clearly heard the dull groan from Duan Yuchen's mouth. There was no doubt that he was injured! However, there were only a few weak incandescent lamps in this dim tunnel, and the light provided was too dim, so that she could not see where Duan Yuchen was injured.
After they left the tunnel, Qiao Jingyu saw at a glance that Duan Yuchen's snow-white shirt on his right shoulder had been stained with blood, a shocking red patch! Seeing this, Qiao Jingyu felt as if her heart had been stabbed by someone, and she burst into tears uncontrollably: "Third brother... Third brother... Why did you bleed so much..."
Facing Qiao Jingyu's tearful eyes and words full of concern and worry, Duan Yuchen just frowned slightly, and tried to hold back the pain and comforted her in the softest voice possible: "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury." After that, he turned his head to look at Feng Bo, who was standing not far away with a serious expression, and called out in a cold voice: "Feng Bo."
Feng Bo hurriedly stepped forward and replied respectfully, "Mr. Duan."
"Stop the project immediately! Go and thoroughly investigate which link has the problem! We must find out the root cause and hold the person responsible accountable. No matter who this person is, once verified, he will be severely punished! No leniency!" Duan Yuchen's face was full of anger, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. His sharp eyes were like two cold rays, making people dare not look directly at him. At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura, like a demon descending to the mortal world.
"Yes!" Feng Bo nodded in response.
Everyone present was silent, especially Liu Fengping, who was already pale with fear, and cold sweat kept flowing down her cheeks. At this moment, her legs were weak, and if she hadn't held Qiao Fukang's hand tightly, she would have collapsed to the ground.
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There was silence in Cuiyu Mansion.
Meng Yu carefully cut open the white shirt on Duan Yuchen's shoulder that was already stained with blood. When he saw the bloody wound, he couldn't help but frown and his expression became more solemn.
"Your injury is quite serious. You must not lift any heavy objects within this month, and your shoulder must not be exposed to water, otherwise it will easily cause infection. In addition, I suggest that you take anti-inflammatory drugs for another two days, just in case." Meng Yu whispered as he carefully cleaned the wound.
However, during the whole process of Meng Yu treating the wound, Duan Yuchen kept clenching his teeth and didn't even frown. He sat quietly like a sculpture, only occasionally trembling slightly because of the pain.
After the wound was treated, Duan Yuchen paused for a few seconds before slowly speaking to Meng Yu, "I understand. I will pay attention to all of this. However, my grandmother must not know about this. She will worry in the future."
Meng Yu raised his long eyebrows slightly, with a sly smirk on his lips, and asked softly: "Hey, are you afraid that your grandma will worry, or are you afraid that she will find out about your little sweetheart?"
Duan Yuchen pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Time seemed to freeze. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and said in a firm tone: "Meng Yu, I want to have surgery."
When Meng Yu heard this, he was struck by thunder. His hands shook violently, and the tweezers that were tightly held in his hands fell to the ground with a clang. His face instantly became extremely serious. He stared at Duan Yuchen with wide eyes and asked anxiously, "Didn't you listen to a word I told you last time?"
Duan Yuchen nodded slightly, his voice low and firm: "I heard it."
Meng Yu became increasingly confused and puzzled, and raised his voice to ask, "Since you heard it, why are you still determined to have the surgery? Don't you know that for you now, is it more important to save your eyes or to risk your life?"
Duan Yuchen lowered his head silently, and the silence lasted for a moment. Finally, he raised his head again, with a dim light flashing in his eyes, and he seemed a little depressed. He slowly said: "Meng Yu, I don't want to live my life like this. I don't want to live my life without knowing what my beloved looks like..."
This time, it was Meng Yu's turn to fall silent. He suddenly remembered a sentence he had heard before - "For some people, it would be fine if they had never been moved, but once they were truly in love, they would be loyal until death." At this moment, he deeply realized that Duan Yuchen was undoubtedly a typical representative of this type of people.
After a moment, Meng Yu said as he packed up the medical box, "Then find someone else. I can't do this operation."
"……good…"
"..." Meng Yu thought to himself, "I'm really convinced. "No one knows your condition better than me. If you seek help from others, you'll be asking for death."
Duan Yuchen's lips curled up into a faint smile, "I know, but I can't force you if you don't want to."
The tone of his voice was very flat, as if he was talking about someone else.
Meng Yu was so angry, "Duan Yuchen, this is a matter of life and death, this is not a joke."
Duan Yuchen's lips, with distinct lines, were slightly pursed, as if they were carefully carved by a master sculptor. He stood up slowly, his movements were graceful and calm, as if time had slowed down for him. Then, he reached out and picked up the snow-white shirt, shook it gently, and draped it over his broad and solid shoulders.
The exquisite buttons were like twinkling stars in the night sky. His slender fingers skillfully shuttled among them, buttoning them one by one in an orderly manner.
After buttoning the last button, Duan Yuchen raised his head, looked at Meng Yu beside him with eyes as deep as a lake, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Tell her later that I only suffered minor skin injuries. Don't scare her."
Hearing this, Meng Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes and responded unhappily: "What kind of skin injury is this? You said it was a skin injury when there was so much blood! Besides, your little sweetheart is not a three-year-old child. Do you think she can believe me when I say this?"
Duan Yuchen frowned slightly when he heard this, and retorted firmly: "She is not a child, she has already grown up!"
Meng Yu was speechless for a moment, muttering to himself, "...Is this the point? I really don't understand what's going on in this guy's mind!"
The more Meng Yu thought about it, the angrier he got. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would be pissed to death. So, he grabbed the medicine box on the table, turned around and walked out the door. When he suddenly opened the door, he unexpectedly saw a pretty figure standing quietly at the door.
Qiao Jingyu's jade-like face was full of worry, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on the room, as if she wanted to peek into the room through the crack in the door. Seeing Meng Yu suddenly open the door, she was stunned at first, then she quickly walked forward and asked anxiously, "How is Third Brother? Is he seriously injured?"
Hearing the name "Third Brother", Meng Yu almost vomited blood. He cursed in his heart: "This damn Duan Yuchen actually let the little girl call him Third Brother!" But at this time, he was so angry with Duan Yuchen that he had no mood to tease Qiao Jingyu. He just said coldly: "He won't die. He asked me to tell you that he just suffered some skin injuries." After that, he went downstairs without looking back, leaving Qiao Jingyu standing there alone, full of worries.