"It’s already a miracle he’s alive, just a finger, it’s nothing for a man, not like he relies on his looks to survive, no big deal."
When Luo Peng learned about his "brother-in-law’s" situation, he appeared to be quite open-minded, but it was just an appearance.
When he received a call from Jiang Chen informing him that his brother-in-law had been rescued, he clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the self-proclaid Casanova Mr. Luo truly intends to settle down. If he weren’t serious about Xia Wanqing, how could he be so concerned about Xia Chuchen?
"His hand is not a big problem; the real issue is his drug addiction."
"That’s really a bit troubleso. What’s your opinion?"
Luo Peng inquired.
"If he returns to the country, he’ll have to be sent to a rehab center."
"Then his reputation would be ruined. A kid in his teens, hasn’t even been in a relationship yet, being labeled as an addict, Xia Wanqing’s parents probably wouldn’t accept it."
"If you’re not in a hurry, you can keep him here for now and let him quit drugs first."
"Why would I be in a hurry? As long as he’s confird to be safe, it’s fine."
Luo Peng decided to accept his brother’s suggestion and not bring him back for now.
Detoxing in Myanmar wouldn’t cause a big stir.
"Thanks."
"What are you thanking for? It’s not like I saved him."
Jiang Chen’s words weren’t just polite.
It was indeed brought to them voluntarily.
To be accurate, Xia Chuchen staying alive was due to his own effort.
"Your brother-in-law is not an ordinary person; you’d better be careful when you bully his sister in the future."
"Screw you."
After the joke, Luo Peng sighed, "I need to think about how to tell Wan Qing."
"Hmm."
"Hanging up now."
The call ended.
Jiang Chen put down his phone.
Du Enqin handled his gunshot wound himself, but Xia Chuchen was sent to a dical institution in Karuzi. It’s called a clinic there, given that his situation was sowhat complicated.
Jiang Chen returned to outside the ward and sat down beside Pei Yunxi.
"What were you doing when you were seventeen or eighteen?"
"Studying. Weren’t you?"
"I was too."
After speaking, Boss Jiang couldn’t help but sigh, "Are kids nowadays all so tough?"
He used to think he was more or less resilient, but compared to Luo Peng’s brother-in-law, he was truly outmatched.
How many people can decisively cut that strike?
It’s not cutting others.
It’s cutting oneself.
No wonder Xu Kuan was so moved.
In every generation of Jiangshan, talented people erge, getting stronger with each generation.
"He should be able to overco the drug addiction."
Apparently, Xia Chuchen’s performance also won Pei Yunxi over.
Drug addiction is hard to conquer.
But it’s not insurmountable.
Jiang Chen nodded, seemingly confident in the young man in the ward, "Hardships are the catalyst for growth. After going through this, it will be hard for any setback to bring him down."
Pei Yunxi tilted her head.
"Why are you looking at like that?" Jiang Chen smiled inexplicably.
"How did you develop such a ntality?"
"Isn’t that just how it is? What’s happened has already happened, can’t be changed; all we can do is learn from it and use those lessons and experiences to better handle life moving forward."
Jiang Chen spoke steadily.
"Life has to go on, doesn’t it?"
"You’d actually be quite suited to being a psychologist," Pei Yunxi said calmly.
Jiang Chen chuckled, "Another career path? I never realized I was this versatile."
"Sir, the patient is awake."
The nurse ca out to inform them.
Jiang Chen stood up and walked into the ward.
Pei Yunxi followed behind him.
Du Enqin was injured.
Xu Kuan needed to handle the aftermath.
So she could only stay and accompany this guy.
Expecting the dical facilities in a place like Karuzi to be highly advanced isn’t realistic. They could only stop the bleeding. As for the drug addiction Xia Chuchen had, they could only give so sedatives at best.
However, drug addiction isn’t really related to dical expertise.
It can only be fought through personal will.
"I’ve called your family on the phone; they know you’re alive, so don’t worry."
Jiang Chen’s tone was neither too close nor too distant; it was perfectly asured in creating a sense of separation.
"Thank you."
Xia Chuchen lay on the bed, pale, with his left hand wrapped in bandages like a mummy, looking dreadful.
Boss Jiang was right.
Hardships really are the catalyst for growth.
But hardships are of different magnitudes.
The price this young man paid for growth is too heavy.
"Can I make a phone call to my sister?"
Jiang Chen shook his head unemotionally.
"Do you want your sister to see you like this?"
Xia Chuchen imdiately fell silent.
"With your current physical condition, returning ho is not suitable. Stay here for the ti being."
Xia Chuchen showed no resistance.
"I want to quit the drugs before going back."
"Quitting drugs is very painful; you have probably felt it already. It’s more tornting than chopping off a hand. It’s a prolonged battle; can you endure it?" Jiang Chen asked.
Pei Yunxi looked at the young man on the bed. Though he was extrely weak, his voice carried a power as firm as iron and stone.
"I can!"
Jiang Chen simply nodded.
"You can rest here assuredly, don’t worry about anything else. Now, you’re safe."
Having said that, Jiang Chen planned to turn away.
"What about the assassins who ca with ..."
Xia Chuchen tried to prop himself up.
"Everyone must pay the price for their actions. You’ve paid for your impulsiveness, and so will they."
With that, Jiang Chen left the ward with Pei Yunxi.
"Haven’t you been looking for Mr. H all along? He has seen him, so why not have him draw a sketch?"
In the car.
Pei Yunxi asked.
The young man was indeed very smart, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, escaping through self-rescue. Through this lead, they could follow the vine to find the hand behind the scenes.
"Du Enqin worked for him for so long without ever seeing him, do you think he isn’t prepared for Xia Chuchen’s defection?"
"Then why did he still send Xia Chuchen?"
In the back seat, Jiang Chen gazed ahead, "Maybe it was just a wicked sense of humor."
Pei Yunxi frowned slightly.
"He wants you to see Xia Chuchen’s suffering firsthand?"
Jiang Chen didn’t comnt, took out his phone, and dialed an overseas call. He didn’t rush, only said one straightforward sentence.
"Mr. H sent people to assassinate , but they failed."
"Impossible!"
Vera replied without hesitation.
"I could mail the assassins to you; just sign for them."
Only then did Vera realize he wasn’t joking and imdiately expressed concern.
"Jiang, are you okay?"
"I’m fine this ti."
After an artistic pause, Boss Jiang hung up before displaying any emotion, leaving Vera, who was about to speak, to find the call had ended.
Without being angry at the lack of courtesy, Vera muttered sothing charmingly while driving one-handed, with a sulky face, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, then sharply turned the steering wheel.
"Screech..."
The Bugatti Veyron made a flamboyant drift at the T-junction, veering off the planned route.
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