Chapter 8.2

Some people wanted to refute this decision, but Wei He was in charge of the Wei Family. He could do whatever he wanted to. After Wei He refuted them, they had to place their thoughts away.

When Wei Jing heard this news, the hand wiping Wei He’s face trembled. The snow-white towel wiped the young man’s hair and over an inconspicuous black mark. Wei Jing stared at the tower, in a daze. Big brother had been unconscious for thirteen days which was almost two weeks.

Because Wei Zhe’s head was injured, he couldn’t wash his head. His originally neat and clean hairstyle became oily and greasy.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about this place. Besides the two nurse assistants and him, no one came to visit Wei Zhe anymore.

Wei Jing felt sour, murmuring to himself. “Look at you. How come you don’t even have a friend? You’re so pitiful right now. No one else is here to visit you besides me. Sigh. Why am I saying this. Big brother, I didn’t wipe your right hand yet. Wait for me. I’m going to get some warm water. The water is already cold here.”

The child stood up to grab the warm bottle of water, wanting to add some warm water.

“Wei Jing?” The familiar and slightly hoarse voice rang with uncertainty.

Wei Jing’s body froze. The tears that he had been holding in dropped. He didn’t dare to turn around, afraid that it was only a dream and illusion.

“Wei Jing.” The voice said with certainty this time.

The child suddenly turned around and sobbed. He ran ahead, wanting to pounce into the young man’s arms. However, he was afraid of touching Wei Zhe’s injuries, so he stood by the bed. He glanced at the ink-colored eyes. He wanted to cry but laugh at the same time, like a crazy child.

The situation was very strange right now. Wei Zhe who appeared to be only thirteen had a soul of twenty-six years old. He lied in bed and accepted the doctor’s treatment. Yet, his gaze landed on the teary child.

The seven years old Wei Xiao Jing had a sharp face and bright eyes. Tears brimmed his eyes, making him seem like an exquisite and emulating doll.

How did he become so skinny? A flicker of unhappiness passed through his eyes. He was being picky with his food again?

“How many fingers am I holding up?” The doctor wearing the lab coat raised three fingers.

Wei Zhe knitted his eyebrows and wore a serious expression. His black eyes were like a deep bottomless pit. He was just a young man and had a weak body, but no one could ignore his existence. Even if he was just lying there, people found it difficult to breathe. It seemed as if they were facing a top-notch hunter.

The doctor moved a few steps back out of fear.

Wei Zhe glanced at him indifferently. With an icy voice, “You’re the doctor in charge?”

“Yes.” The doctor nodded.

“Switch someone smarter over.” Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes. “I don’t need a doctor to ask me how many fingers he’s holding up.”

The doctor was speechless.

Ehhh? Wei Jing suddenly widened his eyes. Wait, this seemed to be different from the past. Didn’t they say he’d become a retard? How come he felt as if his big brother’s imposing manner became more power and threatening? Was it his illusion?