Chapter 37 Ulterior Motives

No matter how civilized he was, Shen Boyan couldn't help but want to curse "fuck".

His head was pounding, and a dull pain gripped all his nerve endings. In his daze, he seemed to hear Cheng Wen'an yelling in surprise: "You're crazy!"

After a while, Shen Boyan finally regained consciousness. Cheng Wen'an stopped in front of him, blocking the man who rushed forward.

"What are you doing? Every wrongdoer has his own owner!" Cheng Wen'an shouted while stopping him, "Why are you beating him? You're beating Cheng Wenjun!"

Shen Boyan's head still hurts. He opened his mouth, speechless, but heard the man laugh strangely: "If you can't find him, isn't it the same as finding his lover?" Lover? ?

Shen Boyan's head hurt again.

He felt warm blood flowing from his forehead and covering his left eye. He raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the blood dripping from his eyes.

"Eh, no." Cheng Wen'an was helpless.

There was a burst of noisy footsteps not far away. Shen Boyan raised his head with difficulty and saw Cheng Wenjun and Li Zhu rushing in with a few people.

Cheng Wenjun didn't see Shen Boyan at first glance.

"Why did you come into my office again?!" His face suddenly darkened and he shouted coldly at Cheng Wen'an.

Cheng Wen'an was stunned.

Just when he was stunned, Cheng Wenjun finally spotted Shen Boyan, who was holding his forehead.

"Xiao Yan, why are you injured?" He ignored it, passed the group of people around him, and ran quickly towards Shen Boyan.

The man who rushed in to beat someone saw Cheng Wenjun coming, and a fierce light flashed on his face. This subtle move was noticed by Li Zhu. He stepped forward and grabbed the man before Cheng Wenjun, who was unaware.

"Cheng Wenjun, Cheng Wenjun!" the man hissed, "You have no evidence, you can't fire me! You can't fire me, you..."

A group of people behind Assistant Li immediately swarmed up and carried the man away. .

The sound became farther and farther away and gradually disappeared.

Cheng Wenjun grabbed Shen Boyan's hand with worry on his face: "What's going on? What did he do to you?"

"I threw a cell phone and hit him on the head." Cheng Wen'an stood aside and watched the excitement without hesitation. He said calmly, "Here, the phone is still here."

He shook the phone in his hand.

"Vice President Cheng," Assistant Li finished taking care of the man, and then came over and said to Cheng Wen'an, "Wang Fengge's cell phone, could you please give it to me?"

"Of course." Cheng Wen'an handed it to him casually.

After Cheng Wenjun pulled off Shen Boyan's hand, the blood from the wound started to flow again. Shen Boyan blinked hard and pulled his hand back hard.

"Xiaoyan, are you okay? I..." Cheng Wenjun wanted to ask anxiously.

"I want to go to the hospital." Shen Boyan said calmly.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Now."

"Li Assistant, hurry up, take Xiaoyan to the hospital immediately." Cheng Wenjun immediately turned around and said to Li Assistant who had just taken two steps.

"Don't bother Li Zhu." Shen Boyan stood up holding on to the wall, "I'll take a taxi myself."

"How can this be done?" Cheng Wenjun showed an anxious expression, "How can I let you go alone?"

"I Give it to him." Cheng Wen'an suddenly said.

He looked at Cheng Wenjun with a smile: "I just happen to be an idler, right?"

"You..." Cheng Wenjun suddenly frowned.

Shen Boyan didn't want to tangle with Cheng Wenjun anymore, so he immediately said to Cheng Wen'an: "Let's go."

Cheng Wenjun was startled.

Shen Boyan didn't bother to care about him. He took out a few pieces of paper on the table, pressed down on the bleeding wound, and left the office. ...

"Hey! Wait for me!"

As soon as Shen Boyan entered the elevator door, Cheng Wen'an's anxious voice came from behind.

Cheng Wen'an blocked the door with one hand and stopped the elevator from closing, then quickly got in.

"Didn't you ask me to see you off? Why are you walking so fast?" Cheng Wen'an muttered and complained.

"Then you're following me?" Shen Boyan glanced at him.

Cheng Wen'an smiled indifferently and said nothing.

Cheng Wen'an drove Shen Boyan to the hospital, registered his number and sent him to get medicine.

After he got in line, Cheng Wen'an looked at his phone and said to Shen Boyan, "I'm going to the inpatient department."

He looked at his phone again: "Building 3, 1302."

Shen Boyan said "Hmm" A sound.

For Shen Boyan, this incident was mostly an unforeseen disaster. I went to deliver a contract and my head was smashed. It was simply unlucky.

It hurt a little when the nurse applied the medicine, but not much. Shen Boyan watched the nurse wrap a bandage around his head, making him look like a sick patient.

After applying the medicine, Shen Boyan washed his hands and cleaned up all the blood on his hands. There was no sign of Cheng Wen'an in the busy corridor of the outpatient department. Shen Boyan hesitated for a moment and then walked to the ward that Cheng Wen'an mentioned.

The further you walk toward the inpatient department, the quieter the atmosphere becomes.

Tall silver birches line the road. Shen Boyan didn't meet many people along the way and reached the 13th floor smoothly.

This floor was as deserted as the outside.

There were no clear human voices in the corridor, only the sound of some distant footsteps. The repeated layers of ward doors are reflected on the floor tiles. Occasionally, there are figures passing through, but everyone's voice is very low.

Shen Boyan identified the house number and finally found Room 1302 at the end of the corridor.

The door to this ward was closed, and a nurse stood at the door. The nurse held a form in her hand and glanced at Shen Boyan: "Are you also a family member of the patient?"

Shen Boyan glanced at the form quietly.

It's a registration form.

The "name" on the head was followed by the word "Cheng", and the next two words were blocked by the nurse's hand. ……Procedure?

Shen Boyan suddenly remembered a name that he had forgotten for a long time. Cheng Wenxiu.

They have never been very familiar with each other, and the number of conversations they have had can be counted on one hand.

Shen Boyan only remembered this person, and couldn't even recall his appearance.

There is only a pair of gloomy eyes in the memory, and not much else.

"No." Shen Boyan shook his head, "My friend is here to visit him, I just wait outside."

"Okay." The nurse nodded.

"When did he move in?" Shen Boyan suddenly remembered that Cheng Wenxiu happened during this time, so he asked more.

"More than three months ago," the nurse said briefly.

More than three months ago...it was this time again.

Shen Boyan frowned.

He didn't dare to immediately connect the man lying in the ward with Cheng Wenjun's affairs, but he suddenly had more speculative intentions in his heart.

He stood outside the door for a while, and then the door to the ward slowly opened.

Cheng Wen'an walked out. Through the gap between him and the door, Shen Boyan saw the outline of a hospital bed in the unlit room, and the slightly raised figure on the bed.

The instrument beeped twice. Cheng Wen'an gently closed the door and said to the nurse, "Do you need to sign on the form again?"

"Yes." The nurse took out the form and handed it to Cheng Wen'an, "Sign in this column."

Cheng Wen'an took it After passing the pen, he signed his name on the form.

Shen Boyan took the opportunity to take a look.

The name on the watch was definitely Cheng Wenxiu, but when he looked down, he suddenly saw a name - Cheng Wenjun.

This name appeared more than once. With just one glance, Shen Boyan saw about three or four of them.

"Cheng Wenjun has also come to see him?" Shen Boyan blurted out.

"Huh?" Cheng Wen'an was caught off guard and froze for a moment, then looked down and said, "I've been here before. It seems like he's been here four or five times in the past month."

"Strange, why did he come to see a vegetative person?" Cheng Wen'an While muttering, he handed the form back to the nurse.

Shen Boyan suddenly felt a storm in his heart.

He pinched his palms hard.

"But you also came to see the vegetative state." He raised his head and said to Cheng Wen'an.

"I'm different. At least I seem to have a good relationship with him." Cheng Wen'an shrugged.

"But Cheng Wenjun is different." He said, "He hates Cheng Wenxiu so much."

He thought, "Isn't it because he wants to remove his oxygen tube?"

The nurse on the side gave Cheng Wen'an a cool look.

Shen Boyan had no intention of paying attention to Cheng Wen'an's words.

'Cheng Wenjun' knows him.

'Cheng Wenjun' hates him very much, and also hates Cheng Wenjun.

'Cheng Wenjun' knew what happened during the college entrance examination. And...

when he was at the Cheng family's old house, 'Cheng Wenjun' was very familiar with the roads of the old house.

It's as familiar as if you've lived there before.

Shen Boyan's heart was beating wildly, and the pain on his forehead seemed to disappear.

Could it be that...could it be that...

this 'Cheng Wenjun' is actually Cheng Wenxiu who became a vegetative state?