C206 Outer Eight(2)

It hurts so much that he can't straighten his back.

Yan Xuan frowned slightly. He placed his arm across his abdomen and walked step by step toward the road. The person behind him kept following him and kept a certain distance between them. He neither moved forward nor left.

"When he was about to walk out of the alley, he endured the pain in his stomach, but it still surged out of his throat. Yan Xuan had no choice but to stop. With one hand supporting the wall, the other hand pinching his abdomen, he bent down and vomited.

In fact, when he was hit, he had already vomited a lot of acid. Most of the time, he was retching. He did not know what the other light brown liquid was. Qi Mingyu really couldn't stand it. He went up and wanted to pat him. Or he could help him up, but he raised his hand and brushed it away. This movement was probably a little too big. Qi Mingyu saw him frown and let out a muffled groan. His body swayed. If it wasn't for his back leaning against the wall, he would probably have fallen down.

"You need to go to the hospital like this!" Qi Mingyu said.

"Get lost!" Yan Xuan said.

The wind blew in the alley and messed up his hair and clothes. It was very dark, and there was only a dim street light. There were two people who didn't speak much. Speaking of which, no matter how good-tempered Second Master Qi was, he wasn't the kind of person who would stick his hot face to someone's cold butt. After Yan Xuan said "get lost," he narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the self-indulgent guy in front of him. He coldly said, "I only came to worry about you because I was f * cking full!" After that, he lifted his leg and left without looking back.

Yan Xuan waited for him to leave and could not see him at all. Then he smiled lightly and slid down the wall and sat on the ground. He thought that he had fainted too much now and would take a rest before going back.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. He played two to three rounds a week, and he would get injured in every match. The severity of the injuries could not be differentiated. The stimulants made his nerve endings' reactions a little chaotic. Sometimes, he would be in excruciating pain, and sometimes, he wouldn't feel anything at all. During this period of time, the knife-scarred man came once and told him that Master Jin seemed to have already known about the existence of this person. However, he had been busy recently, so he didn't have time to see him for now. He asked him to wait a little longer. And Master Liu took the money that should have belonged to him in every match, and indeed helped him do a lot of things. He had already met a few people around Master Jin and asked them about the matter of Ali splashing sulfuric acid. But they all said that they did not know.

Perhaps, Master Jin also did not know...

"Cough cough..." His whole body was in pain. Yan Xuan covered his mouth and coughed a few more times. Only then did he try his best to hold himself up. He held onto the wall and stood up. He struggled to walk to the side of the road to take a taxi. The new injuries stacked on top of the old injuries and worsened over and over again. Recently, he was getting more and more tired. It seemed that he was about to reach his limit, but his heart was surprisingly calm. As if he was enjoying the feeling of his life being overdrawn, he patiently waited for the final judgment or release.

The taxi drove him back to Seven Mile Street. He didn't expect to be at the old apartment building downstairs. He saw Qi Mingyu again. The man who had left while cursing was smoking. When he saw ___ walk over unsteadily, he snuffed out his cigarette in frustration.

"Go to the hospital!"

"Uh..."

This time Yan Xuan could not say "get lost." He only opened his mouth and made a face. Qi Mingyu did not hesitate to give him a punch. He held the strength and position. It hit his stomach, which had been numb from the pain a long time ago! At this moment, Yan Xuan, who had been holding on, became completely listless. He could not stand and leaned forward on Qi Mingyu's shoulder. He panted with great effort of varying lengths. He had always wanted to sleep. At this moment, his consciousness wasn't very clear anymore.

"Just follow me to the hospital!" Qi Mingyu was very annoyed. If he refused a toast, he would have to drink a forfeit. This person must be sick!

"I'm not going... Cough, don't bother me..." Yan Xuan struggled to stand up. He was like an angry child, but he was very clear-headed. He clearly knew what he wanted and did not want anything.

" Do you still want to be beaten up? ! Who are you? You are Yan Xuan! Are your hands used for boxing? Go back and write songs for me. Aren't you a prodigy? Who are you looking for trouble for? I already said that a dead person can't be resurrected. You're a man, so don't be so f * cking soft, okay? " Qi Mingyu was about to go crazy from anger. In his life, he could not bear to see his patients crying, messing around, and hanging themselves from death's door. He was so annoyed!

"What does it have to do with you..." The chaotic consciousness suddenly woke up. A sharp pain passed through his chest and Yan Xuan frowned. When Qi Mingyu was unprepared, he lifted his leg and swept it across his lower body. He pulled his hands together and put him down on the ground in one breath!

Finally, someone came to ask him if his hands were used for boxing.

However, he no longer cared. Using them for boxing or anything else was not important. He did not intend to seek death for anyone to see. He really wanted to die. Two months ago, when Sun Dongqing and Pann Mei left with smiles on their faces, he had already thought about it. Later, he seemed to have found another clue, but reality once again sneered at him coldly. What flipping a case? It was totally bullshit!

There was nothing wrong with not being able to revive a dead person, but a living person could die.

"You bastard!" Qi Mingyu's fall was not light, and it was very ugly. After getting up from the ground, he really wanted to beat the guy in front of him to death. But in the end, he put down his raised fist, because the guy who had knocked him down... In front of him, he coughed hysterically, covered his mouth, and bent over. "Go to the hospital! You really want to die!"

"Heh..." After Yan Xuan coughed, his body became lighter and he felt a little better. He saw Qi Mingyu take a few steps forward and staggered a few steps back. He smiled at Qi Mingyu and said, "Even if I die, it has nothing to do with you..."

"It's fine if I don't see it. Now..." Qi Mingyu gritted his teeth. Yan Xuan was breaking his bottom line.

"Then pretend you didn't see it. There are a lot of people who need help. Don't waste time on me." Yan Xuan interrupted him and lowered his head. He had no intention of accepting help.

What should he do to stubborn people? Qi Mingyu fell silent. He felt as if his face and skin were all gone. Such a fellow, who cares if he's going to die? He had already said so much. What position did he have to rush over here and argue with the other party? They were not familiar with each other.

"I'll say it one last time. Follow me to the hospital." Qi Mingyu laughed at himself. He took the cigarette box from his pocket and lit another cigarette. He swore that he would smoke himself if he begged this person again.

"I am tired. I will not see him..." Yan Xuan also laughed at himself. He shook his head and walked to the dark residential building while wiping Qi Mingyu's shoulder.

"Humph." Qi Mingyu smiled coldly. Without saying anything, he walked on the path he came from with his long legs. The two of them walked opposite each other and became strangers again. They had only met once before.

Back home, Yan Xuan struggled to get to the sofa and touch the medicine. No matter how many pills he ate, he crushed them and swallowed them into his stomach. He fell down like a broken rack.

He would come back here every day. No matter how late or tired he was, he would never touch the bed. He would only lie on the sofa.

He was very at ease. When he returned here, he felt at ease. All the pain and suffering seemed to have been forgotten. He liked this feeling.

He still remembered that two months ago, he called Qi Mingyu and said, "I don't want to die anymore." He also remembered calling Jack more than half a month ago. It was not a long time ago that he was asked to take him to the community hospital. So he still remembered. At that time, there were a lot of things that he hadn't figured out yet. Now that he understood, he didn't want to go anywhere.

The reason why he wanted to see Master Jin was to ask if Master Chen had asked him to find someone to take the blame. Now that he wanted to see Master Jin, it was nothing more than hoping that something good would come to an end. Because he had figured it out. The answer would not change anything. Ten years ago, he did not keep his mother. Ten years later, he did not protect Aunt Wen well.

In this quiet room, he thought about a lot. He asked himself a lot of questions. For example, when his mother wanted to go out to find his father. He said that his mother would not go, but in his heart, did he think that it would be good if his father came back for his birthday as well? Another example was when he went to America to further his studies, he said that he was worried about Aunt Wen. But in his heart, did he also think that it was a very rare opportunity?

His mother said it was fine, but Aunt Wen said it was fine.

It was fine, it was fine...

He always believed it easily.