Chapter 34 Have you ever loved?

The director was not unhappy. He kindly poured water for Shen Mingxu and comforted him with words, but he just smiled and said nothing.

Zhou Heng, who was guarding outside the door, could not hear the fierce argument and gradually felt relieved. At this time, Shu He and a policeman also came. They knocked on the door gently, and the three of them went into the director's office together.

Zhou Heng approached Shen Mingxu and told him who was here. Shen Mingxu raised his head slightly and looked for Shu He softly, "Teacher Shu?"

"I'm here, Mr. Shen." Shu He was dressed in a sweater and jeans, looking youthful and cheerful like a college student.

There was no expression on his face. After Shen Mingxu lost his sight and stopped wearing glasses, his expression became even colder and more distant. He slowly turned his head and spoke in the direction of Shu He, "Are you a policeman too?"

He hurriedly shook his head. Shu He immediately realized that Shen Mingxu was blind, and raised his voice a little more, saying seriously, "I am not a policeman. You know, I am disabled. I am just helping, but Yunxi is a policeman." Although

it was a bit difficult to speak, Shu He still tried to express himself. He continued to explain: Yunxi is a policeman. She was injured in order to complete the mission. Now, no one will hurt her again. She was sent to a better hospital.

Shu He is an important informant and a family member of a policeman. The policeman who accompanied him took the initiative to undertake the subsequent explanation task because Shen Mingxu could not communicate with Shu He through text or sign language.

"Mr. Shen, Shao Yunxi is our colleague. We have someone to take care of her. She will be fine."

Hearing that Yunxi was a police officer again and again, Shen Mingxu was stunned. He didn't feel it was real at all. He just listened to the police continue, "Yunxi has a special identity. There are not many photos of her wearing a police uniform. I have one here. Can you see it now?" Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, Shen Mingxu still reached out to take it when he heard that it was Yunxi's photo. Zhou Heng came over smartly and helped him see the photo of Shao Yunxi in the police uniform and police number.

"Because of her excellent academic performance, Shao Yunxi went to the police academy at the age of 16. When you met, she was about to be a junior. She was one of the best students in the police academy and ranked among the top in all subjects."

"Nandu Art School was her student identity when she was on duty."

Shen Mingxu nodded silently. He remembered that behind that art school was the Nandu Police School of China.

Shen Mingxu's fiery heart cooled down rapidly. He could feel that not only his heart, but his whole body had completely cooled down as if he had fallen into an ice cave with the words of the police.

"The director is here too. I think what you said is true. Does that mean that Yunxi has been lying to me from the beginning to the end? From our meeting and falling in love more than eight years ago to today, she took the knife for me and almost died for me. All of this was planned by you in advance?"

The romantic encounter that made her heart beat faster, dating and playing again and again, she and her friends went to the bar to play, was it to experience life? Was it specifically to hook him, Shen Mingxu? All the tenderness and love were just to solve the case? With

a cold face, Shen Mingxu smiled bitterly in the direction of the director, "So, our Shen family's affairs require so many years of undercover work?"

When the director heard this, he showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and planned to explain it to Shen Mingxu. The police on the scene happened to be Yunxi's colleagues at the same time and had a better understanding of the situation. He couldn't help but interrupted and said, "No, Mr. Shen." "

At first, we didn't know that the Sandringham Manor Maitreya Buddha was in your house." When the name of the Buddha was mentioned, the police's tone immediately changed from high to low. He respected religious beliefs and respected his profession even more.

Speaking of the golden Buddha statue, Shen Mingxu had seen it in the old house. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He knew that although he was not the one who smuggled the Buddha statue back to the country, he had no confidence to say that he knew nothing about the Shen family.

"Mr. Shen, you know that your brother killed someone with his car and Zhou Heng took the blame, right?" Some things really need to be explained clearly bit by bit.

"I only found out about it on the day of the accident..." When talking about this, Shen Mingxu was concerned about Zhou Heng's reaction. He thought about it. He had been in prison for eight years. There shouldn't be any more trouble, right?

"Back then, the 20-year-old Shen Mingchen hit and killed Shao Jinghua, the director of the welfare home where Shao Yunxi grew up. Director Shao was hit to protect Shao Yunxi, and your brother hit and killed her with his car. Not only did he not plead guilty, he also found someone to take her place. At that time, Shao Yunxi was 9 years old. Do you think she has no brains or eyes to distinguish right from wrong? It's just that she is too young and has no influence, so it can be said that she has no chance to speak. She has a high IQ and can skip grades in school. Such an excellent person went to the police school just to catch the criminal who hit and killed people and took the blame. Her original purpose of approaching you was your brother Shen Mingchen."

His hand was on the armrest of the wheelchair, and it was getting tighter and tighter. Shen Mingxu couldn't see, but he understood every word the police said and was speechless.

There was no need for others to tell about their relationship afterwards. Shen Mingxu remembered it clearly. It was probably all arranged and calculated. Their chance encounter, love at first sight, and their love at the most youthful and beautiful age were probably all for him alone. For Yunxi, was it a graduation project? Or a medal of merit? Or a successful revenge? He didn't know.

"Did you arrange for us to have a car accident that year?" There are some things that you can't accept without asking.

The police officer took a step closer to the wheelchair and explained patiently, "The car accident was an accident. We all know that you were so badly injured and your family didn't want to send you to England for treatment. Yunxi was also injured. She had a concussion and it took her a long time to fully recover. You tried your best to protect her when the car accident happened. We all know that you loved her and treated her very well. Later, you never returned to China. We thought you would never come back."

The feeling of grievance surged up again. Shen Mingxu couldn't help asking, "Huh, I'm back, so you keep lying to me?"

The tone of the police officer was helpless, "I can only say that Yunxi is continuing to complete her mission."

Therefore, she is a police officer. Since everything was planned, she has never lost her memory and has been acting. Shen Mingxu suddenly felt that there was nothing worth lingering on. He was disheartened, "That was cheating. She kept lying to me and pretended to have lost her memory."

"Because the Shen family is the largest smuggling group in Nandu, we want the national treasure to return to China and we want to find the Maitreya Buddha in Sandringham Manor, so we can only continue to use you." The police were helpless. The Shen family had been entrenched in Nandu for many years, and the smuggling of national treasures had reached the point of crazy selflessness, and they felt more and more good about themselves.

"The Buddha statue was built in 1690 and lost in Britain in 1869. Now it can return to China. I think every Chinese person naturally understands the meaning of it." Light words often have infinite power. Needless to say, everything is the best arrangement.

The public security department has been investigating the Shen family for many years and investigating the case from multiple directions. It is known that the Shen family has evolved from simple smuggling to using celebrities and auctions to beautify the crimes of smuggling, money laundering, and illegal fundraising. Shen Mingchen also participated in illegal □□ abroad, and Shen Mingxu was completely unaware of most of these behaviors.

Originally, Shen Zhongheng planned to pass on about 40% of his career to his youngest son, but Shen Mingxu had a serious car accident at the age of 22 and lost one leg, so the matter was shelved.

Seven years later, he had matured. Shen Mingxu himself, including Shen Zhongheng and his wife, had also accepted the fact that he was disabled. They had just brought him back to China to live with them, and tried to let Shen Mingxu gradually take over the Shen family's public and positive business. He unexpectedly got married early and married an ordinary girl, Shao Yunxi. Less than a year after his stable life, he fell and lost one eye.

Blindness in the right eye was not the end of Shen Mingxu's tragic misfortune. He was predicted by the doctor that he would be blind in both eyes. Even if he was not completely blind, he would not be able to live and see like a normal person. Once this happened, Shen Zhongheng had decided not to hand over the illegal business of the Shen family, which was nearly 90% of the property, to his youngest son.

Being used by the country, Shen Mingxu had no right to refute. The policeman began to finish his words, "You also know that this Buddha statue is priceless, and before we took action, Shen Zhongheng was planning to sell it, so we closed the net."

"Your family is not running a normal business, but making a fortune by eating human blood. Shu He is a child with a congenital disability, and Yunxi is an orphan. They know how to help justice and do things for the country without considering the gains and losses. So, Mr. Shen, just cooperate with our work."

At the end of the conversation, Shen Mingxu had no chance to ask where Yunxi was. He was pushed out of the police chief's office with tears in his eyes.

When Zhou Heng helped Shen Mingxu get into the car, he noticed that his body was shaking slightly. Although he had never taken care of him closely, Zhou Heng still asked carefully, "Xiaoxu, are you cold? You haven't had an IV in the past two days. Did your cold not heal at all?"

"It's okay, brother, I'm not cold. I just have a little leg pain. I've been too tired these days." His brother died, his parents were arrested, his lover's identity was reversed and he was seriously injured. No one could understand the sadness in Shen Mingxu's heart. Suddenly, he lost his family, money, and love. He felt so lonely with nothing.

He didn't ask too many questions, but after Zhou Heng sent Shen Mingxu back to the villa, he realized that he couldn't leave him alone at home. After helping him sit in the wheelchair, Zhou Heng found that Shen Mingxu couldn't see the road and couldn't even get into the elevator to go upstairs. He already understood that he had to stay and take care of him.

After running back and forth between the police station and the hospital for several days, Shen Mingxu fell asleep on the bed. Zhou Heng couldn't wake him up when he was eating. Zhou Heng and his aunt had no choice but to eat a little. At night, Shen Mingxu was still in a coma. He touched his head and found it was burning hot. Zhou Heng realized that something was wrong. The young master had a fever again.

"Xiaoxu, Xiaoxu, wake up, you have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital." His forehead and neck were burning, his lips were chapped and his face was frighteningly pale. Zhou Heng pinched Shen Mingxu's face, trying to wake him up and take him to the hospital.

"My legs hurt, brother, my legs hurt." His fingers touched Zhou Heng's arm, Shen Mingxu opened his lifeless eyes and asked for help in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Heng immediately turned around and lifted the quilt to check his legs. Since Shen Mingxu's whole body was tilted to the left, it was obvious that his left leg was uncomfortable.

First, he helped him to turn around slowly. His sick leg was lying on the bed with its legs bent outward. Zhou Heng held the thin ankle that looked like a girl's wrist and rolled up Shen Mingxu's pajamas. His skinny knee was already swollen. The shape of the knee joint was more prominent against the background of his thin calf. The old scar from the surgical incision also swelled up, as if it would burst if poked.

After putting thick clothes on Shen Mingxu, Zhou Heng carried him to the wheelchair and went to the hospital again.

The orthopedic doctor looked at Shen Mingxu's leg and checked all his medical records. He said to Zhou Heng seriously, "The patient's knee has been injured. Why didn't he get treatment immediately for this injury? Even though you can't walk with this leg, you still have to be careful. It would become like this if you bumped into it. There is congestion and edema inside. Try treatment. If anti-inflammatory and drainage don't work, I'm afraid amputation will be necessary if the infection is serious."

Amputation? Zhou Heng knew a little about Shen Mingxu's condition. The young master's leg was seriously ill, so he went to the UK for so many years. It was not easy to avoid amputation. Why is he facing such a situation now? It is estimated that the left leg was injured on the day when the accident happened at home. Shen Mingxu did not say anything and was ignored by him.

The paralyzed left leg underwent a minor operation for the purpose of reducing inflammation and swelling. After the operation, the leg was raised and fixed. Shen Mingxu could only lie motionless in the hospital bed to recuperate. He was anxious and his mood became worse. In addition to the continuous infusion and the nurse feeding him, he could hardly eat a bite.

"Xiaoxu, eat a little. When you feel better and don't need to avoid food, brother will buy you delicious food." Zhou Heng knew that Shen Mingxu was in a bad mood, but he had done everything he could. He really had no other ability to change the status quo.

Raising his hand and gently touching Zhou Heng's arm, Shen Mingxu spoke with difficulty, "Brother, I am completely blind."

Zhou Heng was so scared that he ran out to ask Dr. Dong, an ophthalmologist, for a consultation. Dr. Dong was familiar with the young master, and sat on the bed to comfort him and examined him carefully, changing his usual relaxed and humorous tone.

It turned out that Shen Mingxu could see a little with his left eye. When the light was good and his condition was good, he could see the other person's outline, as well as light and large blocks of color. After experiencing a huge change in his family for so many days, he was anxious and angry, caught a cold, and had surgery for inflammation in his left leg. The little light perception left in his eyes had disappeared. No matter how well he rested or whether he took medicine to maintain it, his eyes no longer had any light perception and he completely lost all vision.

People with good vision cannot understand the sense of loss from having some light perception and vision to completely losing them, but ophthalmologists can understand Shen Mingxu's feelings. Dr. Dong chatted with him by the bed, enlightened him for a long time, and gave new medical advice before leaving.

The condition of his left leg was very bad, and Shen Mingxu had to be hospitalized for treatment after the operation. The police saw the doctor's instructions and medical records and changed their approach. If necessary, they would take the initiative to go to the hospital to find Shen Mingxu to cooperate with the investigation. They basically came in plain clothes to avoid attracting attention.

Deeply troubled by physical disability and pain, Shen Mingxu became very fragile during his illness. When he was sick alone, all his relatives suffered, and the world of the young master almost collapsed. There were two times near the early morning when Zhou Heng saw Shen Mingxu unable to sleep and groping to sit up. He could not see, and sat with a pair of empty eyes open. I don't know what he was thinking.

In another city, Yunxi was completely out of danger and moved to an ordinary ward. She didn't care about her physical pain, and begged the nurse to charge her mobile phone and bring it to her, and called Shen Mingxu.

"Xiaoxu, it's me, are you okay?" Unable to sit up, Yunxi brewed for a long time, trying to make her voice sound more relaxed and less haggard.

There was a clearer panting sound in the receiver. Shen Mingxu didn't say anything. Yunxi paused and continued, "Xiaoxu, I love you... I really love you. I lied to you, I'm sorry." The knife pierced her lungs, causing countless nerve and muscle damage. Because of too much bleeding, Yunxi had a cardiac arrest on the operating table. Although she was rescued, the amount of blood transfusion almost reached the total amount of blood in her body. The body loss was too serious. She called Shen Mingxu with the help of a nurse holding the phone. She still had no physical strength.

She knew that she would face a long recovery period, and the doctor couldn't guarantee what she would recover in the end.

Holding the phone, Shen Mingxu listened to the familiar and kind voice. He knew that he still loved her deeply, but he also hated her for lying to him.

"Xiaoxi, seven years ago you approached me, I could not hate you. Seven years later, you continued to lie to me... and lied to me for more than a year..." Shen Mingxu was as sad as a child and couldn't say anything. Love and hate are intertwined, who can fully explain it?

"Xiao Xu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I lied to you, I'm sorry..." She felt sorry for him for many, many years. Tears slid down the pillow. Yunxi felt sad and bitter. Shen Mingxu was the one she had a glimpse of when she was young and the only one she loved. Now that the two of them were in such a situation, she would definitely be no less sad than him.

"Why did you lie to me? Am I not good to you?" He was still unwilling to accept it and wanted to know whether he had ever been loved, but Shen Mingxu couldn't ask.

"You are very good to me, but I am for the country." Regardless of one's identity, one should put national interests first, especially her identity, and be aware of sacrificing one's life for the motherland at any time. Country, country, there is a home only when there is a country. She must put national interests first, there is no choice.

The reasons she gave were irrefutable. Shen Mingxu was silent, and the tug-of-war between the young couple could not be expressed. Yunxi knew that he cared about it, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her body and heart ached terribly, and her breathing was disordered.

Someone has to write an ending for love. After listening to his breathing for a long time, Yunxi spoke again, "Xiaoxu, I'm fine now. Everything is fine here. There are people taking care of me. We may not be able to meet for a long time. I may also stay here to work. You must be fine. We should cheer each other up in different cities. You don't have to wait for me..." Unable

to say anything more, Yunxi closed her eyes and asked the nurse to hang up the phone. She bent slightly and coughed uncomfortably. Tears could not stop flowing. The slight vibration would also affect her body injuries, but she didn't feel pain, because her heart was already too painful.

Only by relying on the pillow could she half lean on the head of the bed. Shen Mingxu also felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Due to the identity of the Shen family, the police deliberately kept Yunxi's current address secret from Shen Mingxu. He used to be crazy to want to know where she was, but now, he gave up.

Shen Mingxu, who was in a complicated mood, could hardly breathe. He opened his mouth uncomfortably and silently covered his mouth. Tears kept flowing from his invisible eyes. The severe pain of his body and mind completely controlled his body. He felt that he was about to die.

Knowing that Yunxi had hung up the phone, he still tried to give her a vague final response, "Yeah". The relationship between the two of them, which had lasted for nearly ten years, became a kite with a broken string, with no direction.