The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement - Chapter 100

Ye Hansheng and Zheng Xuan waited in front of the operating room. Gu Sinian hurried over after hearing the news and waited in the hall with them.

After more than an hour, Ye Jia was pushed out first. Her injury has been properly handled, and after another comprehensive examination, she was transferred to another more closely guarded ward. She was forced to inhale an excessive amount of ether and was scratched by Ye Qiurui on her neck again. At this time, she did not wake up.

The door of the operating room where Wen Run was still closed, Ye Hansheng stared at the door with a wrong look, his eyebrows and eyes were solemn.

“Wenrun will be fine.” Zheng Xuan patted Ye Hansheng on the shoulder, and accompanied Dr. Bruce and his party to send Ye Jia back to the ward.

When Ye Jia came out after setting up, the three waited for more than two hours before Wen Run was finally pushed out. He was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his face pale as paper, and his lips extremely pale. Ye Hansheng stood up abruptly, staggered before standing up, and anxiously asked, “How is he?”

The doctor in charge of the operation could not understand Chinese, so he looked at him blankly, making difficult gestures to show that he could not understand. Ye Hansheng reacted suddenly and repeated it in English.

The doctor calmly smiled at him and explained that the patient’s condition was stable. Ye Qiurui didn’t make the cut correctly, and in winter, he wore thick clothes. Although he stabbed his abdomen, he avoided the critical point. It was just that the amount of bleeding was so scary that he could recuperate after the wound was stitched up.

Ye Hansheng was relieved now, his frowning eyebrows loosened a little, touched the gentle cheek gently, and sent the person back to the ward with the nurse.

Wen Run and Ye Jia were arranged to live in the same VIP ward, with a row of bodyguards guarding outside the ward.

Ye Jia has already woke up, because of the effect of ether, she was not very good, and she vomited once. Fortunately, although people feel a little uncomfortable, it does not cause much harm to the body. As long as this period passes, she will be better. .

But Wenrun has been sleeping and hasn’t woke up yet.

“Blame me…” Ye Jia looked at Wen Run sideways, looking guilty.

After five years of being a vegetative, her impression of Ye Qiurii has faded, plus the appearance of Ye Qiurii is far from what she remembers. At that time, Ye Qiurii followed Dr. Bruce in to examine him. At that time, she was afraid to confirm. Later, after the inspection, the other party accidentally knocked down the water glass on the table and wetted her clothes. She wanted to stay to help her change her clothes and bedding, so she hesitated to ask.

Unexpectedly, the answer to her was a handkerchief covering her nose and mouth. After that, she lost consciousness.

“Why do you blame you?” Ye Han rubbed her head, “I haven’t told you clearly to make you take it lightly.” They only thought that they could hide it for a while, so they just need to protect Ye Jia tightly. It wouldn’t hurt her, but she didn’t expect a hundred secrets to sparse, but because of this, she was injured, and it almost hurt Wenrun.

“Did something happen at home…?” Ye Jia asked cautiously.

In fact, she had a guess in her heart. From when she woke up to when she learned that her mother had passed away, Ye Hansheng never mentioned her father or the Ye family. She also thought of her mother was preparing for divorce before the car accident, and she knew that it was mostly her. During the five years of sleep, other things happened.

It’s just that they kept saying nothing, as if they didn’t want her to know, she didn’t ask.

“Actually, I wanted to wait until you recovered before telling you.” Ye Hansheng looked down at her and slowly said: “I didn’t expect an accident. If you want to know, I will tell you everything.”

Ye Jia looked at him for a while, and nodded solemnly, “Say it, I can bear it.”

Ye Han sighed lightly, and slowly told her about the entanglements between him and the Ye family after the car accident. Ye Jia listened without saying a word. He heard his disabled legs sitting in a wheelchair for five years. He heard all the things that happened after the car accident…and then to the perpetrator of the car accident… the more he listened to, the paler his face became. In the end, even his lips trembled slightly.

“It’s almost like this.” Ye Hansheng gently pinned her scattered hair behind her ears, “Qiu Jihe and her mother are in prison, and Ye Mao is in a mental hospital…If you want to see him–”

“Brother!” Before he could finish, Ye Jia interrupted him. She bit her lip and shook her head, “I don’t want to see him.” She grabbed Ye Hansheng’s hand, so strong that her knuckles were white. , But still firmly said one by one: “I’m sorry, you have been alone in these years.”

Although Ye Hansheng spoke lightly, she heard a lot of heaviness and helplessness from it. She could hardly imagine how he survived the five years when she was asleep. She is indeed soft-hearted, but she will not forgive those who have hurt them regardless of right and wrong.

“When we return home, let’s go see mom together.” Ye Jia lowered the tears in his eyes, and smiled hard and said, “Tell mom, if you have anything in the future, we brothers and sisters will carry it together.”

“Okay…” Ye Han said that the corners of his mouth curled up, his expression was relieved and relieved. He always worried that Ye Jia would think that his methods were too harsh and would be happy with Ye Mao. Now Ye Jia’s reaction finally made him feel relieved. He patted her head distressedly, and Ye Han said in a voice: “You have finished all that should be said, don’t think too much, take a good rest first.”

Ye Jia let out a “um”, then smiled at Zheng Xuan, who was eagerly aside, before closing his eyes to rest.

After people fell asleep, Ye Hansheng saw that Wenrun on the other side hadn’t waken up yet, so he left the ward and went to see Ye Qiurii.

After the effect of the anesthesia passed, Ye Qiurui was already awake. She was temporarily locked in the house where Ye Jia originally lived, surrounded by bodyguards, and it was difficult to fly with her wings.

Seeing Ye Hansheng coming over, the bodyguard handed him the printed information, “This is from General Secretary Gu.”

They had almost turned over Sudani State before and could not find Ye Qiurii’s whereabouts, but they didn’t expect that she had the ability to get into the hospital. Afterwards, Gu Sinian immediately asked someone to conduct a reverse investigation, only to discover that Ye Qiurii had come here by smuggling.

After she fled the country with money, she settled in Canada first and tried to make a comeback. It was just that she had just arrived, and she was alone again. Soon the local black forces caught sight of her. She spent a lot of money to save her life and smuggled to the United States in a hurry. But she was smuggled here, and the money on her body was almost spent, so she was very disappointed. Relying on washing the dishes around to make a living barely, even the most difficult period of time, someone saw her in the red light district.

It was probably this stumbling life in the United States that defeated her, and her mental problems began to appear. Just before she came to the hospital, she was fired from a restaurant because of a sudden mad beating of customers. Later, she didn’t know where she got the news about Ye Jia, and she came to Sudani State. In order to have enough money to “convince” the hospital nurse to let her enter the hospital for the class, she even participated in a robbery case.

After reading the information, Ye Hansheng sneered, “It is in the same line as Ye Maokai.”

The bodyguard asked: “The local police are still investigating the robbery. Are we going to hand the people out?”

“Hand it over, get her a better lawyer, and get a mental illness certificate.” Ye Hansheng opened the door and looked at Ye Qiurui with his hands and feet tied and smiled: “Try to get people back to China and send them to Ye Maokai be a companion.”

Ye Hansheng knelt down and smiled coldly at her, “You hurt Wenrun and Jiajia, in return, how about I send you to reunite with Ye Maokai and his daughter?”

Ye Qiurii’s mouth was gagged. Hearing his words desperately screamed twice, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, struggling with a disheveled head, and he really looked like a crazy mental patient.

Ignoring her struggle, Ye Han stood up and left, waved to the bodyguard by the way, “Handle it as soon as possible.”

…

After arranging Ye Qiurui’s place, Ye Hansheng was about to go back to the ward to see Wenrun. He remembered that if Wenrun woke up at this time, he would feel hungry, so he turned back to the kitchen and wanted to make some soup and porridge. .

There were half a chicken and a handful of greens in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Ye Hansheng stood in front of the refrigerator with a deep face, staring at the ingredients in a difficult manner. In the past, he always cooked with gentleness. Although he would help, he didn’t know how to cook. He recalled the gentle steps, tried to handle the ingredients by himself, and was not sure when it was about to be cooked. After thinking about it in place, he simply sent a message to the bodyguard captain and asked if anyone could cook.

The captain asked around, finally found someone who could cook, and quickly let people pass.

Under the guidance of the bodyguard, Ye Hansheng struggled for a while, and finally successfully cooked the chicken soup, and the vegetable porridge in the pot was also cooked. Guarding in the steaming kitchen, Ye Han’s tight face finally eased.

After more than an hour of tossing, the chicken soup and vegetable porridge were out of the pot. Although they were not as warm and moist as their craftsmanship, Ye Hansheng tasted it, and it was still easy to eat. So he packed it in a heat-preserving lunch box and took it to the ward a little nervously. .

This was his first time cooking.

Wenrun in the ward was awake, and there was a group of people talking to Ye Jia Zhengxuan. Ye Hansheng calmly put the thermos box on the table, took two bowls and filled the porridge and soup, one portion for Ye Jia, give Wenrun one portion, “Are you hungry? Have some soup and porridge first.”

Zheng Xuan took a look at the chicken soup, frowning, a little disgusted; “Where did you find the cook? Why is this chicken soup so greasy? The oil is not clean.”

Ye Hansheng tightened his lips and glanced at him coldly, but did not answer. With some guilty conscience, he went to see Wenrun, holding the soup bowl and handing it in front of Wenrun, his voice was a little unnaturally tight, “You try? I will put aside the oil, not greasy.”

Wen Run’s face was still pale, but her spirit was much better. She blinked her eyes and looked at him for a moment, as if she had peeped through some secrets, squeezed a slight smile, and took a sip of the chicken soup.

The taste of chicken soup is not delicious, but it is not difficult to drink. However, thinking that this bowl of soup was probably made by someone in a hurry, he felt that the soup was extraordinarily delicious. After drinking a few mouthfuls, it was warm and moist. Smiling at him, he said softly: “It’s delicious, I like it very much.”