Leo regained consciousness, and the hospital's white ceiling gradually formed in sight. He blinked his sore eyelids and found that he couldn't move above his neck. He touched his face and felt that it was wrapped in gauze like a mummy. The pain from his wounds had been reduced by a lot, and his body felt like it was drifting on the clouds.
Li Biqing pushed the door open and came in. He said in surprise, "Leo, you're awake!" He walked to the bedside and gently grabbed Leo's hand and brought it down, "Don't touch your face. You just had a surgery that fixed your broken maxilla. The doctor explained that if it's still hurting badly, you can adjust the analgesic drip yourself. "
Leo Min moved his lips, and Li Biqing stopped him before he said, "It's better to not talk for a few days. If you need anything, you can write it on the paper." He took the pen and paper from the bedside table next to him, used his hand to hold the paper, and put the pen between Leo's fingers.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Leo scrawled.
Li Biqing was startled. "You should be concerned of yourself instead of comforting me." He tried to cover up the worry on his face. "You don't know how many injuries you have! I stood outside the glass wall of the operating room and I saw how the doctors sewed you up like a broken sack. At that time I was really- "He choked up and didn't go on, but his eyes were full of sadness and heartache.
Leo looked quietly at him, then suddenly reached for his shirt, and pulled it down slowly. His forehead now rested against the other's. The warm body temperature and familiar breath passed between them, and Li Biqing seemed to hear his unspoken words, "Relax, I'm much better now, and I will get better soon."
The agent pulled his face away for a bit then winked at him in a playful manner, like an energetic little boy, and the meaning was "I'm much stronger than you think."
"Well, I know you will get better tomorrow, Kryptonianman." Li Biqing was amused by him. He took a cup of water with a straw from the table and fed it to Leo bit by bit.
"I'm fine, and there are nurses here who will take care of me. You go back to class." Leo wrote.
Li Biqing shook his head, "You have to stay in the hospital for a while. I will stay here and see what I can help with."
Leo also wanted to write something to object, but his future brother-in-law made a big move, "If you don't agree, I'll tell Molly that you're seriously injured." This sentence was enough to kill him when in full health, not to mention now that he only had half-a-blood-bar left. In the end, he had to stop writing and surrender.
"Great. Now I'm going to ask the doctor to see what you can eat. You haven't eaten for more than a day." Li Biqing said, put the water cup back on the table, picked up the thermos and walked out of the ward.
The room fell back into silence again. Leo spent ten minutes thinking about the case, and then stared dumbly at the ceiling. Having idle time in such a way is really tough! He sighed silently, and began to consider whether he should ring the nurse to ask for a magazine, such as Sports World.
Just then, the door was knocked on twice, and a figure he didn't want to see came in. The man walked straight to his bed, dragged a chair and to sit down, and looked down at him.. The expression on his face showed 'sympathy and comfort', but Leo knew that it was actually 'schadenfreude' inside the mask.
"It's a pity- you're not disfigured. It's still a little white face." The bald-headed big man looked at him for a while, and said with a weak tone.
Damn it. Leo said in his throat.
"Can't speak yet? Well, I can't say anything good anyway." Anthony put his two arms on the back of his chair, and rested his chin on his forearm, "I heard that you were beaten half dead by two dudes like a sandbag. What did you do in my fighting class before? Jumping like a little girl in Swan Lake? "
Leo reached out sharply to pull the needle from the back of his right hand. He seemed to want to get up and give him another punch. Anthony was startled and quickly held his arm, "Okay, okay, the joke ends here. In addition to visiting you, I would like to ask, how did the bastard die? Did he say anything before dying?"
The dark-haired detective knew that he was referring to his old enemy in the fighting field, 'Devil King' Evans. Oh, they're both from the Siberian training camp where, perhaps, this hatred began. It seemed that this hatred could not be eliminated until death.
Speaking of which, Leo thought that he still have to thank that match in the training room. Although the teasing component was far more than the teaching, Anthony's two-chain legs that beat him left an impression on him, and used it on his previous fight. It is undeniable that if it weren't for these two hits, even if Evans was momentarily distracted, it would be difficult for him to topple this opponent.
As he thought of this, Leo picked up the pen and wrote a sentence, "He died from that technique you were well-known off, and he recognized it before he died."
Anthony breathed in the smell of paper with an addiction, and revealed an intoxicated look of satisfaction. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thrill of an indirect victory. He opened his eyes after a while, and there was a rare seriousness in his tone, "Thank you, Leo. I owe you a favor."
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Leo twisted his neck uncomfortably and wrote, "I will not answer 'You're welcome'. In fact, the best way to express your gratitude is to go away."
Anthony had to get up, and after a few steps, he returned to the bedside. He took out a pocket knife about 10 cm long from his jacket, and threw it on the patient's thin quilt. "The visiting gift." He finished, and walked out of the ward.
Leo recognized at a glance that this is a Victorinox pocket knife, commonly known as a Swiss Army knife. This style should be 'Huntsman'. The unique cross logo printed on the handle indicates that it is a professional hunting knife. After playing around with it for a while, he found that the manufacturer's initials were engraved in a hidden place. He was quite fond of the knife and therefore did not intend to return it pretentiously. Of course, if he really did, who knows what Anthony will do because of his face.
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When Rob pushed the door in, Leo was still fiddling with out of boredom, pressing back accessories such as wood saws, screwdrivers, and curly-toothed scythes.
"Hah, I know you will get bored when you wake up, so I came over to break some wild stuff to you." The brown-haired and green-eyed agent sat proudly on the bedside chair.
"Is this 'wild stuff' about a supervisor who mistakenly sent sex videos to the office network, or something like that? That's not necessary, I know your taste." His partner said unceremoniously.
"No, no, it's different this time. It's about the guy whose head got shot."
Rob started talking eloquently, "That guy named Martin Seley, spent two years in the Ranger. After retiring, he found out that his wife got lonely and impatient thus, she climb over the wall and got in touch with a policeman who often patrolled the community. When Seley returned home without a word, the man and woman were rolling on the sheets passionately on his marriage bed. He broke out on the spot, grabbed the policeman's gun, and finally caused one death and one serious injury. He spent 12 years in prison for that- if it wasn't for the final verdict of 'passionate homicide' he would not have been able to go out until he died."
"No wonder he targeted the police- it's because of his wife's infidelity, that he was angered by the entire law enforcement system." Leo replied.
"Yes, mostly. In addition, his character is solitary and rude, so his only friend was Samuel Evans. The two met in an online chess game room. It just happened that the 'online friend' he made-Devil King, was truly not good in character. After quitting the black market fighting game, Evans still missed the feeling of kicking other people's heads, but it's a pity that this hobby of his cannot be seen on the light. The two of them hit it off after some time, and eventually played such a bloody killing game." Rob's complexion gradually became gloomy, with a touch of disgust and resentment in his eyes. It seems that the shadow left by Mike's death was still there, and it would be difficult to remove for a long time.