After leaving the police station, Fang Yan's heart was in a mess.
Fang Yan walked slowly. Cheng Zheng was tall and had long legs. He was used to walking in the hospital and walked a long distance in a few steps. He looked back at Fang Yan and slowed down to wait for her.
Cheng Zheng was wearing a black windbreaker with a milky white sweater inside. He stood upright under the tree. From afar, he looked like a quiet and fresh youth.
But it wasn't the same when she got closer.
The soybean milk soaked Cheng Zheng's coat until it was half wet, and his hair and sweater were more or less affected. Now that the wind blew, he looked disheveled and funny.
Fang Yan was even more annoyed. "Cheng Zheng, is there something wrong with you?! Who would rush up to block the hot soy milk?"
Cheng Zheng laughed. "You've been dawdling at the back for so long just to scold me? Then catch up and scold me."
"I'm not joking with you!" Fang Yan blushed and said sternly, "Tell me, what does this have to do with you?"
Cheng Zheng followed Fang Yan's gaze and looked at his hand.
Cheng Zheng had been standing at the front just now. His neck and half of his right arm were also drenched in soy milk, and they were already red and swollen.
Cheng Zheng put his hands behind his back.
"It's just a burn." Cheng Zheng said, "However, this has nothing to do with you either. It's just that I saw it and felt indignant, so I naturally have to take care of it. Besides, I just saved your grandmother from the gates of hell. I don't want to continue saving her granddaughter. If something happens to you, what will happen to your grandmother? I have to be responsible for my patient."
Fang Yan could not win against him. She felt that she could not win against him most of the time. If she could, it might be because Cheng Zheng was giving in to her.
However, what kind of responsibility was this?
Fang Yan muttered to herself.
"What about you? You're not injured?" Cheng Zheng asked softly.
Fang Yan shook her head and walked beside Cheng Zheng. "Actually, the whole thing isn't completely unrelated to me. Did you see the stick at the entrance of the breakfast shop?"
"Yes." Cheng Zheng had no impression of her, but he wanted to hear Fang Yan continue.
"Don't underestimate it. It hurts when it hits a person. It burns and will leave red marks. Sometimes, blood will even drip out. The next day, it will turn green and purple. At that time, it will look the most terrifying. After a long time, it will be a faint yellow color. It won't hurt or itch. You won't feel anything, but the feeling of the stick swinging down will never be forgotten."
Cheng Song stopped and pretended to be relaxed as he asked, "When you were young, were there wooden sticks in your home?"
"Ah?" Fang Yan paused and looked up with a smile. "No, but I have an easel."
After saying that, she didn't forget to wink at Cheng Zheng.
Cheng Zheng could not bear to think about the story behind Fang Yan's description. Over the years, he had been inquiring about Fang Yan on and off. It was not until four years ago that he had clear clues. At that time, Fang Yan had already gone overseas to study. Then, a year before she returned to China, she met Cheng Song.
When the two of them reached the entrance of the hospital, they saw a person sitting on the steps. He looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He was holding a black briefcase in his hand. He raised his head and was looking around for something.
"Uncle?" Fang Yan called out uncertainly. "Didn't you go overseas to discuss business? You're done so quickly?"
When the man saw Fang Yan, he quickly pulled her into the courtyard. "What are you still busy with? Isn't your grandmother sick? If I hadn't come back, she wouldn't have known that it was so serious. It's all thanks to you, Yanyan. You've grown up."
Fang Yan called her uncle several times, but no one picked up. She thought that the signal might not be good overseas, so she called her aunt again.
"Maybe Auntie was afraid that you would be anxious and under too much pressure, so she didn't tell you. Auntie did come to visit," Fang Yan explained.
"I know you're sensible. I… Sigh, let's not talk about this. You can't pay for your grandmother's treatment alone. I've earned money. Ah, who's this?"
Perhaps the mention of money had aroused the sensitivity in a man's bones. Only then did he notice that there was another person beside Fang Yan.
Fang Yan exclaimed, "Uncle, this is Director Cheng Zheng from the Neurosurgery Department. Director Cheng, this is my uncle… Zhang Yan."
Fang Yan's voice became softer and softer because Zhang Yan couldn't wait for her to finish the introduction. He suddenly walked past her and grabbed Cheng Zheng's collar.
"Are you f*cking Cheng Zheng?" Zhang Yan shouted at Cheng Zheng.
"I'm Cheng Zheng. Sir, is there some misunderstanding?" Cheng Zheng was shocked, but he quickly regained his composure. However, he grabbed his neck forcefully and he could not help but cough twice.
When Fang Yan saw this, she was anxious. "Uncle, let go first!"