Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 269: Vomiting blood; Lu Jingyuan wakes up

The car stopped outside the villa.

Lu Xicheng strode into the house with anger.

"Go get me my stick."

"Your Majesty!"

Lu Zicheng knelt down without saying a word.

Lu Xicheng, who had been holding back all the way, took the stick, walked to Lu Zicheng's side, raised his hand and hit Lu Zicheng hard on the back with the stick, hitting him down again and again.

"Lu Zicheng, I think there's no hope for you!"

"You didn't recognize people well enough to almost let a wolf into your house. Even now, you're still obsessed with that woman."

"She hurt Jing Yuan, your nephew who calls you uncle, the only child left by your cousin. He's only three years old, so young and doesn't know anything, yet she had the heart to do that to him. If it weren't for Miss Wen, Jing Yuan would be dead today. Jing Yuan and Miss Wen just came out of the operating room not long ago and are still in the intensive care unit. You're still thinking about that woman. Today, I'm going to punish you for being so ungrateful on behalf of Jing Yuan's grandparents, parents, and your fifth uncle!"

Lu Xicheng became more and more angry as he spoke, and started hitting people with sticks.

"dad……"

Lu Ziyin wanted to stop him several times, but he was afraid.

He had never seen his father so angry. His eldest brother always satisfied his father, and it was he who was responsible for getting beaten with a stick. This was the first time Lu Ziyin saw his father get angry at his eldest brother, not only hitting him with a stick, but also hitting him so hard.

After being hit with more than ten sticks, Lu Zicheng was beaten so hard that he vomited blood.

"Dad, Dad, please stop hitting me." Lu Ziyan was anxious. He didn't care about being afraid anymore. He rushed forward and knelt down beside his father's legs. He gritted his teeth and grabbed his father's hand holding the stick.

"Go away, this is none of your business."

Lu Xicheng was still furious.

Lu Ziyin: "Dad, if you keep hitting me like this, I'm going to be killed. He knows he's wrong, so please stop hitting him."

Lu Xicheng: "Let go, do you hear me?! You want to be beaten too, don't you? I'll just beat you up for the sake of convenience."

Seeing his father's furious look, Lu Ziyin was very scared, but he still didn't let go.

Lu Zicheng stood up from his knees again, moved his bloody mouth, and said with difficulty: "... Ziyin, let go."

Lu Ziyin shook his head: "...I won't let go."

Lu Xicheng: "I'll say this one last time, get out!"

Lu Ziyin was scared to death, but he still didn't let go.

Lu Xicheng pulled his hand away, pushed the man to the ground easily, and swung the stick to hit Lu Zicheng on the back again.

No matter how much Lu Ziyin pleaded, it was useless.

Seeing Lu Zicheng with blood in his mouth, Lu Ziyin knelt forward and tried to stop him again, crying, "Dad, don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother, hit me, I'll take the beating for my brother..."

Another blow from the stick, Lu Zicheng finally couldn't hold on any longer, he fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood, almost fainting.

Lu Xicheng finally stopped, holding the stick in his hand, and said with fear and heartache: "If Jingyuan died today, or if he was left with any serious sequelae, how would I face my eldest brother and his wife's family after I died? And Miss Wen, if something happened to Miss Wen, how would I face your fifth uncle?! Ah? Lu Zicheng, ah Lu Zicheng! How can you be worthy of your status, how can you be worthy of this family."

Lu Xicheng, still furious, threw the stick in his hand to the ground. "You must reflect on this. As soon as you can move again, get out of the country. Don't let me see you again for a year!"

After saying that, he turned around and went upstairs.

Lu Ziyin quickly came to his brother's side, lying on the ground and looking closely at his brother: "...Brother, brother, how are you? Don't scare me, don't die, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Lu Ziyan was crying with tears and snot all over his face. He wiped his tears hastily and asked someone to help him carry the unconscious Lu Zicheng on his back, put him in the car, and rushed him to the hospital.

Lu Xixiao stayed outside the two intensive care units all night.

General Hei had been following him and waiting outside.

Fortunately, both of them are in stable condition.

After resting, Lu Yu checked on Wen Li's condition.

Lu Xixiao could only wait outside.

It will be bright soon.

"Wang?"

This is the nth time that General Hei has asked Lu Xixiao this question.

Lu Xixiao always answered it: "They are fine."

"Wang?"

"They're fine."

"Woof woof?"

Lu Xixiao looked at it: "Are you hungry?"

"Woof." The tone was obviously different.

Lu Xixiao asked someone to bring food to General Hei.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Lu Jingyuan woke up first, but his body was too weak and he fell asleep again soon.

Until the evening, the little guy woke up again.

After checking the little guy's condition, the doctor hurried out and told Lu Xixiao: "The child is very emotionally unstable, probably because he was too frightened. The child is too young, so try to avoid using tranquilizers. So please change your clothes and go in to comfort him."

Lu Xixiao quickly changed his clothes and entered the intensive care unit.

General Hei also wanted to follow in, but obviously he couldn't.

The little guy was wearing a ventilator, his eyes were full of tears, and he kept humming. If he wasn't too weak, he would have struggled and moved around without listening to the doctor. The little guy just lay there and did nothing, but people could feel his inner fear. The unfamiliar environment and unfamiliar medical staff made him even more uneasy, but he was sensible and strong and didn't cry.

"Jingyuan."

Lu Xixiao hurried to the bedside, unable to stop the heartache in his eyes.

As soon as the little guy saw his little grandfather, he felt relieved but at the same time, the grievance in his heart became even heavier. He was filled with fear and desperately wanted to be hugged by his little grandfather.

"I can't hold you now, and you can't move around. I'll hold you when you're better." Lu Xixiao comforted the little guy.

But this comfort didn't have much effect.

The little guy stretched out his little hands towards him with great effort, his tears flowing more and more. If he hadn't been so weak, he would have burst into tears.

Lu Xixiao had no choice but to sit down on the edge of the bed, bend down, and let the little guy snuggle into his arms.

"Jingyuan, be good and don't move around, so that your injury can heal faster. General Hei is outside, and your sister is here too, but they can't come in to see you now. They have to wait until you're better." Lu Xixiao coaxed softly.

The little guy's mood gradually stabilized.

Lu Yu came out of Wen Li's ward again and was about to leave when he found that Lu Xixiao, who had been guarding outside, was gone.

I saw General Hei going to the intensive care unit next door.

Thinking that the person next door was the one Wen Li was willing to save at the risk of his life, Lu Yu did not leave directly this time. Instead, he went to the next door and looked inside through the glass.

Finally walked in.

When he saw that Lu Xixiao tied him up to save such a young child and learned that the child was shot, Lu Yu, a doctor, couldn't help feeling guilty.

So Lu Yu took over the follow-up work that Wen Li was unable to complete and took the little guy's medical record from the doctor.

Lu Xixiao couldn't stay in the intensive care unit for too long.

After going out, Lu Yu said to Lu Xixiao: "I rejected you for no other reason than to prepare for Wen Li's surgery. If I had known that Wen Li would take the risk to save the child, I would not have refused."

Wen Li didn't wake up for a long time.

That night, the little guy, who was born weak and sickly, unexpectedly developed a high fever due to his injuries.

Lu Xixiao, who single-handedly raised Lu Jingyuan and knew Lu Jingyuan's physical condition clearly, was most worried about it.

Lu Jingyuan had nearly died from these minor illnesses more than once. Before he was one and a half years old, Lu Jingyuan was basically fed with medicine.

At this moment, Lu Jingyuan was still seriously injured. If he had a high fever... Lu Xixiao became worried again.