Chapter 54:

Qian Liang has a lot of people. One or two people are not much different for them. Wei Yichen is very good at fighting, but his two fists are always difficult to fight against the four hands. He has good physical fitness and strength to the sky, but he has very little fighting experience. In Wei Yichen's eyes, such things as fights make perfect.
The two have been in a disadvantage and suffered a lot. Qian Liang stood aside watching the excitement, and neither of them ended in person.
After his jaw was stabbed again, Wei Yichen kicked the man out with a fierce kick—this man, he remembered, was the one who scratched his arm with a knife last time.
With new hatred and old hatred, Wei Yichen walked towards him with red eyes. Others couldn't, as he wished, rushed directly to hug him from behind, Wei Yichen broke him away, and turned around and punched him.
The person who had been kicked by him before, while he was tangled by others, walked towards Wei Yichen in anger, and there was a familiar guy in his hand—a small knife.
After Xiang Changkong beat the two people around him, he turned around and saw a man holding a knife and walking straight towards Wei Yichen. His eyes narrowed sharply and he shouted, "Be careful!"
Before Wei Yichen had time to look back, the man had changed from running to running, and in a blink of an eye, Wei Yichen was approaching. Flying fast into the sky, like defending people on the basketball court before, suddenly blocking the man in front.
The man holding the dagger didn't care who he was, almost stabbed the tip of the knife out of inertia, reacted quickly to the sky, and grabbed his hand, but the man was strong and could not be underestimated. A part of the knife tip was still sunk into the belly of the sky.
All this happened in an instant. Wei Yichen felt that he heard Xiang Changkong's voice the moment before, and turned back the next moment. A knife was added to Changkong's abdomen, and the wound was still bleeding out.
Wei Yichen's head exploded, and it exploded: "Shit your mother!"
The strength of his anger suddenly increased sharply, and he even pressed the big block directly to the ground and punched him in the face. Covering the wound to Changkong, his face became pale with blood loss.
It may be that he was injured, and Wei Yichen was rubbing against their people again. At this moment, no one came to trouble him, and all ran to Wei Yichen. He endured the severe pain from the abdomen, and kicked the dagger off the ground, afraid that someone would pick it up again.
"Brother Chen!" The shout of a man came from the alley like thunder. Raised his eyes slightly towards the sky and glanced at the alley.
This person seems to be Wei Yichen's. He has seen it in Xu Lian's shop.
It's not someone else, officially Amao. When Wei Yichen said that he was going out to find Fang Qiuyun, he made gossip about his relationship with Fang Qiuyun. Of course Wei Yichen didn't say anything, because he had nothing to do with Fang Qiuyun. A Mao was certainly unbelievable. Wei Yichen left after a while, and he asked the two brothers to take a peek with him.
Fang Qiuyun saw them sneaking around the door of their bar, and walked out, asking them directly what was going on. A Mao was a little embarrassed when he was hit, but he didn't see Wei Yichen and felt strange.
As soon as the two people communicated with each other and had bad feelings, they quickly found Wei Yichen.
Unexpectedly, it was actually cheated by Qian Liang.
When A Mao found Wei Yichen, he was anxious and started to raise money with Qian Liang's people. Fang Qiuyun also followed, seeing the injured Xiang Changkong, immediately frowned: "How are you?"
"It's okay ..." A lot of cold sweat had already appeared on Chang Chang's forehead, and his strength was gradually fading away, and he could not stand anymore. Fang Qiuyun quickly put him aside, took off his coat and put it on him. Last time Wei Yichen went to the hospital with a stab in his arm, not to mention the man was still injured in the abdomen. Fang Qiuyun called an emergency call, then ran back to the bar to get the medicine box, trying to stop the bleeding before the ambulance came.
Xiang Changkong leaned against the wall alone, and the picture of the brawl in front of him became more and more blurred, and even the sound didn't seem to be so real. Suddenly, a cold thing fell on his face, letting his scattered spirit focus slightly.
Opening his eyes, he looked hard and found that it turned out to be snow.
No wonder he felt so cold.
As if suddenly remembering something, he fumbled out his cell phone from his pants pocket. The phone screen is broken, but fortunately it works. He covered his wound with one hand, opened Weilian on Xu Lian, and sent her a message.
"Looking out the window, it's snowing."
Xu Lian was sitting in the workshop making candles, and when she saw the message to Changkong, she stood up and looked out of the glass.
It's really snowing.
"Boss Boss! It's snowing, come out and watch!" Zhang Guoer downstairs also saw snow, and excitedly greeted Xu Lian.
Xu Lian took her mobile phone downstairs and took a picture of the snowflakes in the sky. Adding a filter to the photo, she sent it to Xiang Changkong.
Xu Lian: [Picture]
Xu Lian: The snowy sky is also beautiful
This message has never been answered to Changkong, and she got the message to Changkong again, it was in the hospital.
Weng Shuli called her and said that Xiang Changkong was injured and was admitted to the hospital. Xu Lian dropped the unfinished work and rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.
The hospital was very lively. In addition to Xiang Chang's mother, Wei Yichen and his mother also stood in the corridor.
Xu Lian had already heard from Weng Shuli on the way, and Xiang Changkong was injured because of Wei Yichen. Wei Yichen's body was also injured everywhere, and gauze was stuck on his face. Xu Lian glanced at him coldly and walked up to ask Weng Shuli: "Auntie Weng, how is it to Changkong?"
Weng Shuli said: "The abdomen was injured by a dagger. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and no organs were injured. The doctor said that he could be discharged after a few days of rest."
"Then I'll go in and see him." Xu Lian said, and opened the door of the ward and went in.
Xiang Changkong lived in a single room. All medical expenses were paid by Wei Yichen. Xiang Changkong was lying on the bed, and when he heard someone coming in, he opened his eyes and glanced.
"Xu Lian ..." Xiang Changxiang wanted to sit up, but when he moved, the wound hurt even more.
Xu Lian quickly held him and sat down beside him: "How do you feel?"
Xiang Changkong smiled. Although his face was a bit pale, his eyes were still glowing: "It's all right, it's just a small wound."
Xu Lian frowned and said, "Stuck by a dagger or a minor injury?"
"It's either a puppet or a stab. The wound is actually not deep." Xiang Changkong was afraid that she was worried and tried to soothe her emotions. "The doctor also said that it doesn't matter, you think, a woman has a child, and a caesarean section is on the stomach. It was a stab, but it was a real stab. My injuries were much lighter than theirs. "
Xu Lian watched him silent for a long time, but his face eased a little more than when he first came in.
Seeing Changkong that she was unwilling to speak, she said, "Think of it this way, I think women are really great."
Xu Lian finally said, "What the is going on today? Didn't you say it was for a friend to see the shop?"
"Well ... he just happened to visit a shop near Qingnan Lane."
Xu Lian really didn't know what she owed to Wei Yichen in the last life. He first caused his shop to be smashed, and now he was forced to enter the hospital to Changkong: "Are you familiar with Wei Yichen?"
Xiang Changkong said: "Unfamiliar, to be honest, I hated him at first, because he always appeared to you."
"Then you help him?"
"It turned out that he was actually good, and he helped me last time."
"He helps you?" Why can't she?
He smiled to Changkong and said, "Well, the last time I went to deliver food, someone stole the takeaway I put on the battery car, or he helped me catch it."
This sentence has a lot of information, and Xu Lian digested it for a long time, but said nothing at the end.
She looked at Chang Qing's face with a little bruise and asked him, "Are there any other injuries on your body?"
"Everything else is bruised. Wei Yichen is worse than me." Speaking of this, he remembered the last time he met Wei Yichen in the hospital. "I have n’t told you about something. At that time, I met Wei Yichen once in the hospital. He was injured in the arm at that time, and he didn't look light. He also specifically explained that I couldn't tell you. "
"Oh, of course he didn't dare tell me. The last thing about my shop was not because of him."
After thinking to Changkong, he said, "I don't think it's that simple." Those who besieged him were not good at first sight.
Xu Lian remembered that when he went to Wei Yichen last time, he told himself not to go to Qingnan Lane recently. It seemed that something had happened at that time. But she didn't care about it now, and she was more worried about another thing: "Can you still take the exam?"
Xiang Changkong was very firm and authentic: "Yes, I can be discharged after a few days of rest and I can catch up."
"So what happened today?"
"Well, when I saw Wei Yichen, I called the police." Later, the police came to control the situation.
Xu Lian said, "What does the police say? Will it affect your exam?"
"No, rest assured." Wei Yichen also seemed to be afraid of affecting his exams. He kept saying that he had nothing to do with it, just trying to persuade him.
After the police investigation, it was verified that Xiang Changkong was indeed not the person of the bar, and the call to the police was also made from his mobile phone.
"What about the person who hurt you?"
Xiang Changkong said: "Already detained."
As soon as Xiang Changkong said here, the nurse came to remind her to give her patients more rest. Xu Lian didn't leave the ward, she sat aside and said to Changkong: "You can sleep for a while."
"Okay." Xiang Changkong smiled at her and closed her eyes.