It was Xiao Fei's scream, because she saw her boss grab the blade with his hand without hesitation, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Xiao Fei held the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, staring in amazement as the blood on Wei Qian's hand flowed down the groove of the dagger and the back of his hand. Then he raised his knee and hit the short man's stomach. Xiao Fei heard a muffled sound and could almost imagine how painful it was. The man let out a short "ah" and saliva spurted out. He bent over unconsciously, and was hit hard on the back of the neck by an elbow.

The little man staggered and fell down on the spot, like a dying fish. He rolled his eyes for a long time and twitched slightly on the ground.

It was not until then that Xiaofei felt a little pain in her sprained ankle.

The elevator door opened, and a security guard who was patrolling the underground garage and was about to go upstairs was so frightened by the bloody scene that he took two steps back.

"Call the police." Wei Qian picked up the knife from the ground with his good hand, held the phone in his shoulder, and said to Sanpang, who hadn't had time to hang up yet, "I'm in the parking garage downstairs."

The suit he was wearing was too slim-fitting and not suitable for such intense exercise. Wei Qian felt it when he threw Xiao Fei out. Sure enough, when he looked down, he saw that his coat was torn.

He simply took off his torn coat and wrapped his bleeding hand.

Sanpang yelled at the top of his voice: "You scared me to death! What's going on?!"

"Tsk," Wei Qian said, "Why don't we invest in a clothing factory? These tattered clothes are so expensive and so fragile."

Sanpang: "Get out! Damn it, don't move!"

After saying that, Sanpang hung up the phone with a bang, and a busy tone came from the inside.

Xiao Fei hurriedly dug out a pack of tissues from her bag, limped over, and wiped Wei Qian's bleeding hand with a pale face. Looking at the hideous wound on his hand, Xiao Fei felt like she was about to faint from the blood: "This, this, this won't do. We have to go to the hospital. Director Wei, you scared me to death just now, did you know that? He was still holding a knife, you, you are too brave, aren't you afraid of him..."

"I'm afraid of him?" Wei Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped on the back of the man lying on the ground, and said nonchalantly, "When I was a thug, I was in danger, and he was still wearing open-crotch pants."

"What a joke!" Xiao Fei didn't believe him at all and pulled Wei Qian out of the elevator in fear. "Oh my god, this guy is too dangerous, stay away from him! Security, can you think of a way to tie him up first? He's a psychopath who stabs people with a knife."

The security guard immediately called a large group of people down through the intercom, and several people quickly grabbed Wang Dongliang's brother-in-law and surrounded him.

"I'm not kidding you." Wei Qian said to Xiao Fei while wiping his hands, "When I was a kid, my family was poor and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I went to an underground black boxing ring in Guangdong and fought for others. But I found out that it was not an underground boxing ring at all, but a testing base for new drugs. I finally escaped with a narrow escape."

Xiao Fei stared at him expressionlessly for a while, then said flatly, "Oh, actually, my family was poor when I was a child and I couldn't afford to go to school. In order to make money, I became a spy for alien spies, capturing kittens and puppies and sending them to them for research. Later, the spy was bitten by an unvaccinated puppy and died of rabies. Only then did I get rid of my double-dealing life."

Wei Qian laughed in agreement. At the same time, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It had only been a dozen years, but when he told it now about what he had experienced, no one would believe it.

Are life's circumstances really so eventful?

Or was it that in this short first half of his life, he was already rushing through the entire lives of others?

Wei Qian stopped talking about it and just asked in a gentlemanly manner, "By the way, I was a little heavy-handed just now. Is your foot okay? Did you sprain it?"

As soon as she said this, Xiao Fei became inexplicably happy. She quickly broke free from her frightened state and asked with a smile: "Director Wei, did you lift me up with just one hand?"

Wei Qian raised his eyebrows, gave a reserved fake smile, straightened the collar of his shirt, and waited for her to praise his bravery.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fei just held her face and said happily: "That's great, it seems that I am not fat at all, so I don't need to lose weight!"

Three minutes later, Xiao Fei called two people from upstairs. One drove Wei Qian to the hospital, and the other stayed with her and waited for the police to deal with the matter.

There was thick fog outside and visibility was very low. The driver was extremely anxious looking at his bleeding hand. He tried to change lanes several times and drove in dangerous situations.

Wei Qian: "No major blood vessels were injured, and the bleeding has almost stopped on its own. It's not a miscarriage, why are you so anxious?"

The driver gave him a timid look.

Wei Qian frowned and leaned back in his seat: "Drive slowly... It's so foggy, I don't know if we can take off on time."

The answer is no.

The airport was crowded with people, as crowded as a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush. Wei Zhiyuan finally found a seat in a cafe and read a book to kill time. Unexpectedly, after finishing a book, he still didn't get any reliable flight information, so he had to take out his computer to surf the Internet again.

Wei Zhiyuan had nothing to do and browsed around several websites aimlessly. Suddenly, a local news popped up. He was about to close it as usual, so he glanced at it quickly and found that the picture below the news looked familiar.

Looking again, it was the underground parking lot of his brother's company.

The headline of the news was "A man was subdued while wielding a knife in an office building."

Wei Zhiyuan immediately dialed Wei Qian's company landline, but no one answered and the call was transferred to the front desk.

After hearing just two sentences of the whole story, Wei Zhiyuan broke out in a cold sweat and called Wei Qian's cell phone again.

Wei Qian was in the hospital, and one hand was not convenient, so he took a long time to find the phone: "Hey, you haven't taken off yet?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Where are you?"

"I... uh," Wei Qian paused and said vaguely, "I'm outside, something happened..."

Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him impatiently: "Where are you hurt?"

Wei Qian was stunned: "You are quite well-informed."

Wei Zhiyuan got angry at him on the spot: "Don't talk nonsense to me! Where are you hurt?!"

Director Wei had never been yelled at like this before. He paused for a long time before coming to his senses: "What are you yelling about? I'm not dead yet - I just had a small cut on my hand, I'm fine now."

The coffee shop was crowded and well-heated. Many people took off their coats because of the heat, but Wei Zhiyuan felt his hands were numb from the cold. He closed his eyes, calmed down for a moment, and forced himself to slow down his voice, lowering his tone by an octave: "I'll go change the ticket."

"Are you bored?" Wei Qian's tone sounded a little lazy. "I won't reimburse you for the taxi fare."

"I have to go back even if I fight the rockets. I won't feel at ease if I don't see you."

"Oh... okay, wait a minute." Wei Qian called him helplessly. Wei Zhiyuan heard him sigh, and then a "click" sound came from the other side.

After a while, his cell phone prompted him that he had received a color message. Wei Zhiyuan opened it and saw that it was a photo sent by Wei Qian. The area around the wound had been cleaned. A doctor in a white coat was avoiding the camera and was lowering his head to treat him. He had wiped away the blood and although it looked like the wound was still covered in blood, it was indeed not that serious.

"Have you finished taking a look?" Wei Qian said, "After you've finished, just wait there quietly and don't go back and forth."

Wei Zhiyuan frowned and suddenly felt very strange.

First of all, he had never seen Wei Qian take photos with his phone. Wei Qian had no habit of using his phone. He either made calls or sent text messages. There was no third function. Would someone who never used it remember to use it to take photos at the critical moment?

And just to prevent him from changing his flight ticket?

Indeed, the investment fund matter did require Wei Zhiyuan to coordinate, but it was not extremely urgent. It would make no difference if he went there half a month earlier or later.

Even if nothing happened to Wei Qian, and his flight was delayed due to heavy fog, and he called home and said, "Brother, I may not be able to leave today, how about changing to another time with better weather", would Wei Qian not let him go back?

That's impossible, Wei Zhiyuan thought. With his brother's temper, he might even be worried about the bad weather and drive over to pick him up himself.

Everything is hard to think about. After thinking about it, Wei Zhiyuan became even more nervous. Wei Qian was obviously pushing him away, so... what happened to him?

Wei Zhiyuan never knew that his imagination could be so rich. In the short period of time from the time he ran out of the airport to the time he got into the taxi, all kinds of worst-case scenarios had already circled around in his mind like a revolving lantern.

He felt his heart rate was about to reach 180.

Wei Zhiyuan acted first and asked for permission later. He rushed to the hospital in a hurry, but found nothing. He immediately took a taxi and went home. Only when he opened the door and saw the person lying on the sofa did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Wei Zhiyuan leaned against the door of his house, feeling his legs were almost as soft as noodles. He calmed down for a long time before slowly walking over.

The TV was on, showing a rather boring variety show, and Wei Qian had fallen asleep on the sofa. He had one hand on his lower abdomen, and one hand was injured and spread out on the side with a clean bandage.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't alarm him. He bent down and took a closer look at Wei Qian's injured hand. He then confirmed that his face looked fine and there were no more wounds on his body. Only then did he feel relieved. He muttered to himself: "You bastard, what are you hiding? You scared me to death."

At this moment, the phone that Wei Qian had thrown on the table in the hallway rang. Wei Zhiyuan walked over and picked it up. It was Xiaofei. He turned around and glanced at Wei Qian who was sleeping soundly, picked up the phone, pushed the door and walked to the other room: "Sister Xiaofei, it's me."

Xiao Fei paused and said, "Hey, Xiao Yuan? You didn't leave? Where's your brother?"

"I saw the news at the airport and was worried, so I came back - he fell asleep, is there something urgent?"

"Great," Xiao Fei said, "Can I trouble you to come over? There's an urgent document at a project company that needs his signature immediately, and the person over there has to rush back by train tonight. I was supposed to deliver it, but your brother broke one of his heels in the elevator today, and I just borrowed a pair from someone this afternoon, and they don't quite fit. Can you..."

Wei Zhiyuan agreed immediately, put his luggage back in the room, picked up Wei Qian's car keys and left.

He was very quiet from beginning to end, and Wei Qian didn't notice at all.

It was not until Wei Zhiyuan had been gone for a long time that Wei Qian was awakened by the knock on the door by the uninvited guest, Sanpang.

Sanpang: "I came to comfort the comrade who broke his claw. How is it? Does it hurt?"

Wei Qian was woken up from his sound sleep. Feeling unhappy, he said unhappily, "There is a kitchen knife. Try chopping it yourself and feel it. Isn't that nonsense?"

Sanpang sat down on his sofa and said, "Come on, you are such a hero. I heard Xiaofei almost praised you as Ximen Chuxue. You will enjoy the admiring gazes of little girls for two months when you go back."

Sanpang said, pulling Wei Qian's arm and looking at his hand that was wrapped like a dumpling: "You have become a one-armed hero - hey, how can you be so mean? Xiaoyuan left at this time, and there is no one to take care of the family at this critical moment. You should have married a wife earlier, so that others would give up and you would have settled down earlier. Now... Oh! Forget it, it makes me feel worse if I say too much - by the way, where is your sister?"

"Her agent called her yesterday and asked her to go back and read the script," said Wei Qian.

"Ah? You're leaving too?" Sanpang scratched his head. "Master Yang Guo, what kind of shit luck do you have? How about I stay here for a few days?"

"No need." Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, "Isn't Ma Chunming able to jump around? I may need to take a short vacation in a couple of days. If there is anything going on in the company, you can discuss it with him."

Sanpang: "Wait, this doesn't make sense to me. Where are you going?"

"Nothing, I have a minor surgery and I plan to stay in the hospital for a few days."

Sanpang was stunned: "Surgery? What surgery?"

"It's just... nothing, it's very small."

Sanpang: "Chronic appendicitis?"

Wei Qian: “Yeah.”

"What are you saying? Who are you trying to fool?" Sanpang frowned and looked at Wei Qian with infinite suspicion. "You better explain yourself clearly. If you don't, there's no point in getting this done."

"I have a small tumor on my lung. I made an appointment with the hospital more than half a month in advance. I will be admitted in two days for surgery." Wei Qian saw Sanpang's expression and quickly added, "It's really okay. It's not a big problem. It's benign. It will be fine after it is removed."

The anger in Sanpang's heart suddenly flared up, and he questioned him: "I...I f*ck it...Wei Qian...when the f*ck did this happen?"

"Didn't we have a company physical this fall? The film showed a shadow on the lungs, and we did a PPD, which said it wasn't tuberculosis. The anti-inflammatory drugs didn't work, and it wasn't inflammation..." Wei Qian saw that Sanpang's face was getting uglier and uglier, so he immediately changed the subject and added, "But no signs of cancer were found in the bronchoscope or sputum, so it's probably benign. I say, don't act like your dad has died, okay?"

“Most likely?!” Sanpang’s vocal range suddenly expanded to a high frequency that was difficult for humans to reach. He shouted into Wei Qian’s ear, “Daddy! You’d better go to hell. Can you speak human language, Wei? What do you mean by ‘most likely’?”

Wei Qian rubbed his ears: "I knew you guys..."

Sanpang: "Fuck your Third Uncle, you can keep this to yourself, are you a fucking jerk?"

Wei Qian had no choice but to speak in a louder voice than his own: "Mr. Spittoon, could you please calm down?"

"I'm not calm. I'm in pain." Sanpang walked around the room twice, approaching Wei Qian with a ferocious expression, "No, brother, I've been a coward since I was a child, and my courage is not as big as a needle tip. What did the doctor say? Is it reliable? Don't say 'most likely', please give me a definite idea. Is it benign?"

Wei Qian leaned on the sofa and said, "It's really nothing. The doctor also said that it's not a big problem, but he can't say that for sure, you know? Otherwise, if it's really benign when diagnosed, but when the chest is opened and it's found that it has spread, he will have to bear a lot of responsibility..."

Sanpang jumped up three feet high: "I'm going to beat you to death! Spread it...what the hell are you talking about?"

Wei Qian waved his hands: "Pooh, pooh, pooh, that's not what I meant. What I meant was..."

"Just shut up!" Sanpang sat down, glared at him fiercely, and took a long time to catch his breath. His voice was a little weaker, "I know - I was wondering why you, an idiot, quit smoking recently. I thought you were a good person, but you were waiting for me here. If you were not going to leave the company for a while, you would not have told anyone else, right?"

“Look at how you’re jumping up and down. Who can I tell?” Wei Qian put his feet on the coffee table. “That’s it. Don’t spread the news everywhere, especially…”

"Especially Xiaoyuan." Sanpang continued.

"Well, and Xiaobao, let's talk about it after the surgery. Let's keep it a secret for now."

Sanpang calmed down, and heard some meaning from his voice. He looked up at Wei Qian's seemingly nonchalant face and said, "Qian'er, are you also... a little uncertain?"

Wei Qian forced a smile: "It's just like bungee jumping. Intellectually I know it's okay, but mentally I still feel scared. I can just be the only one who's scared."

Sanpang stared into his eyes and said, "Tell me the truth, when you first found out there was a shadow on your lungs and tuberculosis and inflammation were ruled out, what did you think?"

"What can we think?" Wei Qian peeled an orange, threw a slice into his mouth, and said calmly, "There are many possibilities that may cause lung shadows, and it does not necessarily rule out that these two are lung cancer."

Sanpang: "Stop talking nonsense after this. You must have felt like the sky was falling."

Wei Qian threw an orange peel at him and cursed him with a smile: "Thank you very much, but please don't blame me for your achievements, okay?"

Sanpang knew about his friendship with him as soon as he heard that he did not deny it directly.

However, he did not notice any clues or signs from what happened before. Sanpang dared to guarantee that if he did not see it, no one else could see it either, not even Wei Zhiyuan.

But now that I think about it, there may be some clues, the first of which is the plan for the industrial park.

Wei Qian has always had the idea of ​​building a mature property team. Until then, he had always said that the time was not yet ripe and the risk was a bit high, so he had been working on the plan but had never shown it to anyone else. Now... is the time particularly ripe?

Like everyone else, Sanpang thought that Wei Qian had been paying attention to this matter, and then took advantage of Wei Zhiyuan's return to China and Wang Dongliang's provocation to launch it. However, after he launched the plan, he did not handle it himself, but handed it over to Ma Chunming.

Kim Jong-un understood after a little thought that he seemed to be intentionally transferring the power he had held for many years.

Was Wei Qian then... anxiously awaiting a trial that might result in the death penalty?

Then according to the fact that Wei Qian had made an appointment to be hospitalized and have surgery half a month ago, and that he deliberately sent Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao away to do the preparatory work, the sword of death penalty was removed from his head almost a month ago. Was Wei Qian any different from usual at that time?

It seems... nothing.

Maybe there are, but no one else knows about it?

Sanpang didn't know that when Wei Qian was waiting for the test results, in addition to launching that plan, he also did another thing to Wei Zhiyuan. He also didn't know that after the alarm was lifted, when Wei Qian was planning to send the two kids away, he felt relieved and let Wei Zhiyuan do something to him.

Sanpang looked into the eyes of his old friend, feeling a mixture of emotions.

He suddenly felt like chatting with Wei Qian, and asked, "When Sister Chen Lu was ill, you told me that if you got a terminal illness one day, you would just leave and hide away to die. Is that true?"

Wei Qian: "Of course not, how could I do such a thing?"

Sanpang blinked in surprise.

"That was then, and this is now." Wei Qian spread out the peeled orange peel on the coffee table, broke off half of the flesh and handed it to Sanpang. He said, "I will go for treatment. Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery, whatever works."

"Aren't you afraid that you'll end up with all your hair falling out and dying? Aren't you afraid that you'll be a burden to others?"

"Chen Lu was born a beauty, so it's natural for her to be afraid of becoming ugly. What should I be afraid of?" Wei Qian smiled. "As for money, I won't be a burden to anyone. I can live in the ICU for the rest of my life without any shortage of money."

Sanpang: "So you know you're scared to death? I said at the time..."

"That's not the case." Wei Qian said, "When grandma passed away, I figured it out. If a person is sick and has suffered enough, and has a bad temper for a long time, and finally becomes a monster and dies, the family members usually think it is a relief and will not find it difficult to accept. But if they are gone all of a sudden, it's okay for me, but I'm afraid Xiaoyuan and Xiaobao... they may not be able to accept it, especially..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was suddenly kicked open - probably when Sanpang came in, he did not close the door, leaving a slight gap, which was opened with a push. The two men looked up and saw Wei Zhiyuan standing at the door with a pale face and a briefcase in his hand.

When Wei Zhiyuan came back with the things, he happened to hear the conversation between Sanpang and Wei Qian at the door which was not closed tightly, but he did not hear the whole thing. He only heard Wei Qian's words "... go for treatment, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery, whatever works".

Wei Zhiyuan was completely stunned.