Chapter 42: Why Are Flowers So Red

  Why are the flowers on the mountain so red?

  Simma finally knew why the flowers were so red, because he was now the one with a face full of peach blossoms. When he turned to leave, he heard her shrill cry in his ear and felt the commotion behind him, Simma naturally turned around to see that the large ashtray, about the size of a book, was flying towards his forehead, less than 10 centimeters away. After the ashtray made contact with his forehead, Simma only felt his head spin, his vision darken, and then his eyes were filled with golden light.

  Does it hurt or not, Sima didn't feel the pain. He only felt his brain being muddled and his ears buzzing. When he reached out to touch the top of his head, Sima's hand felt a wet sensation transmitted from his palm, the last time his head was cracked open was ten years ago or even longer

  The man holding the blood-stained ashtray was stunned by what he saw before him, unaware of why he had acted so impulsively and equally unaware of the lethal power of this glass ashtray. Clearly, he wasn't a seasoned fighter, at least judging from his performance.

  Simma wanted to counterattack, but the fact is always not as wished. Simma felt his head getting dizzier and dizzier, although his eyes were a bit blurry, he still saw black water-like things flowing down from his eyebrows. Dizzy, Simma only then felt the dizzy and vertiginous feeling in his brain.

  "How are you?"

  The woman's scream was followed by a flurry of concern, and it wasn't until Sima vaguely saw her cousin Ye Wen and Xiao Li rush over that she felt a wave of relief. Dazed, she watched as the security guard grabbed the man who was still standing there, still holding the weapon. At this point, Sima felt like her body was swaying slightly, and someone she didn't know supported her for a moment before everything went black and she lost consciousness.

  It hurts so much it's extremely painful

  When Sima was awakened by the severe pain on his forehead, he almost cried out in pain. The wound on his head and brain were also throbbing with pain.

  "I am in the hospital"

  Although his head was still a bit dizzy and he couldn't see things clearly, Sima could make out that the several people surrounding him were all wearing white coats, they should be doctors, definitely not butchers. So he must be in a hospital.

  "Stay still, don't move, I'm cleaning your wound."

  A doctor saw Sima struggling to get up and pressed his shoulder, saying this. At this time, Sima only felt the coolness on top of his head, as well as the sound of flushing, accompanied by severe pain. Obviously they were using alcohol to clean the wound on his head.

  "I said, that guy's hands are really vicious, this wound is almost half a foot long, and the way he hit you was basically trying to take your life. Luckily, your kid's skull is hard enough, otherwise I'm afraid you would have been sent directly to the morgue."

  A doctor was cleaning the wound while saying.

  "After the anesthesia wears off, I'll give you stitches. It's going to hurt when I administer the anesthetic."

  The doctor pushed forward with the syringe filled with anesthetic.

  "Don't give me an injection of anesthesia. If you inject me, I'll fight with you."

  Simmering down, Sima said in a low voice that although he wasn't a doctor, he knew that anesthetics could harm the brain, let alone being injected into the head. I'd like to explain that anesthetics can indeed cause great harm to the brain. If it weren't for surgery, I personally wouldn't use anesthetics, even when I had over 20 stitches on my body from past injuries, which I endured by gritting my teeth. Of course, my clothes were drenched in sweat afterwards. It was painful.

  Do you know what it feels like to have a wound stitched without anesthesia?

  His mouth was watering, his teeth were clenched tightly, and all the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat. Sima was experiencing this unforgettable pain. If it weren't for a doctor holding down Sima's arm firmly, Sima would have punched the doctor by now. However, it wasn't because earlier when Sima was in so much pain that he swung his fist and hit a nurse standing beside him, which also wouldn't have been tolerated.

  "Damn you, hurry up!"

  When Sima was unbearable, he gritted his teeth and scolded loudly to relieve the pain coming from the top of his head. The above is a personal experience, reminding everyone that next time if someone opens their brain, even with anesthetics, they will still be injected. That kind of pain is really not something humans can bear. At least I personally think it's a miracle that I didn't die from the pain that time.

  When the last stitch was sewn, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and Sima, exhausted and panting slightly, finally escaped from the nightmare. If someone asked Sima what he wanted to do now, Sima would only have one answer: kill that son of a bitch who opened up his own brain. This suffering is truly unjust.

  "Hello, we are from Nancheng Police Station. The person who hit you has now surrendered and we have come to find you to understand the specific situation at that time."

  In the ward, just after hanging up the infusion bottle, Sima hadn't even thought about lying down when two police officers pushed open the door and walked in. They took out their documents and said to Sima. Although Sima didn't like dealing with these uniformed men, it still took half an hour to finally finish taking his statement.

  "According to the hospital's procedures, your injury has been classified as minor. Do you want to settle it privately or officially?"

  Just then an older policeman said.

  "I'll think about it for now, but I'm afraid I'll still have to trouble you later."

  In the past, the uniformed police officers certainly knew why they said "guān le" (officially settled) and "sī le" (privately settled). In such cases, if the victimized party wanted a private settlement, the mediator would help both parties reach an agreement that satisfied everyone. To get the mediator to put in effort, the other party would usually keep giving them money. In the end, it's all happy and harmonious, especially since they like handling these minor injury cases. On one hand, it's not a big deal, but there's also room for maneuvering. On the other hand, it's not small enough to be ignored, but it can still put people in jail. Cases like this are always resolved privately, with some compensation paid out, and everyone walks away happy.

  "You good-for-nothing thing, for the sake of a woman"

  After the police left, the parents who had already received the news rushed to the hospital. As soon as the police left, his father started scolding him loudly. This was his father's way of showing concern, and Sima had been used to it for over 20 years. Although Sima had told his cousin not to notify his family, Ye Wen still did, after all, if anything happened, Ye Wen couldn't bear the responsibility either.

  "I heard your brain has been opened up, is it because you didn't pay when you found a mistress?"

  As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard a teasing voice on the other end. It was Fengzi's call, and I had no idea where he got the news from. The news that my own head had been opened up had spread hundreds of miles away so quickly.

  "Are you here to care about me or to harm me?"

  "So it's like this, your brother told me about the situation, how is it? You want to sue, but there's a lawyer who doesn't charge money to help you, isn't that good enough?"

  It turned out that Sima didn't expect Wenzi to respond so quickly, and he had just entered the hospital when he called him.

  "What's done is done, I don't want to stir up any more trouble. It's all because of some past mistakes that caused the trouble. Let's just drop it, after all, it was my fault for stirring up the fire."

  Simar didn't want to get into any trouble and didn't want anything unexpected to happen at this time, so he quickly settled the matter privately.

  "It's not like you to take such a big loss and still not want to kill him. Isn't it that after settling the matter privately, you'd use his money to hire someone to take care of him?"

  Fengzi felt a bit surprised when Sima said that, although Sima was good to his friends, he was also the kind of person who wouldn't take advantage of others in this way. Whoever provoked him would be retaliated against, or else he wouldn't be Sima.

  "Don't underestimate me, I'm not that kind of person. Let him just lose some face, no need to get him sent to jail. Although that guy is a bit ugly, who knows, maybe someone in there will like his type. If that happens, I'd be guilty of a crime. Let's spare people when we can."

  "It's been a few days since we last met and you've already started showing off. Indeed, once someone becomes wealthy, they're different. Not only has their demeanor improved, but even their language skills have gotten better."

  It seems that Sima doesn't want to be an official, and Fengzi also thinks it's not necessary to put people in a certain position. The two of them chatted on and off for half an hour before finally hanging up the phone.

  "I know you don't want to see me, but"

  She stood in front of Sima's sickbed, looking at Sima with a thick bandage on his head and said that things had developed to such an extent that they had already exceeded her imagination. Now, apart from coming to ask Sima, she really didn't have anything else to do.

  "I know what you want to say, I was wrong yesterday, don't worry, I'll take care of this matter privately. Just let him pay the medical expenses and that's it, rest assured I'm only taking medicine as required by the doctor, no intention of scamming him. If nothing else, please go back"

  Although it's impossible to forgive her in his heart, after all, they were once friends. Seeing her plead for another man made Sima feel uncomfortable. Moreover, seeing her made him a bit annoyed, so he quickly cut off her words and expressed his own intentions. Just paying the medical expenses was already a pretty harsh condition; this time she should be satisfied.

  "Simawe"

  Listening to Sima's conditions, she stared at Sima in front of her in surprise, wanting to see clearly if this Sima was the same Sima she knew in the past. When she came, she had also hesitated and imagined all sorts of possibilities, but she never thought that before she could say anything, he would suddenly... She really didn't know what she should say, saying thank you seemed inappropriate.

  "Alright, stop putting on a grateful face. When you leave, take the door with you. By the way, come to the hospital tomorrow to settle the hospital bill. Thinking that it's your money that cured my head makes me feel sick."

  Looking at her grateful expression, Sima felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart. She had deceived him with this expression before, and now she was playing the same trick again. What kind of person is that? He immediately ordered her to leave.

  "Simawe"

  "Hurry up and get out, lest I change my mind."

  Simma saw that she still wanted to say something, so he said loudly, "The words have been spoken so clearly, why don't you leave? Do I need to drive you away?"

  As she left the ward and closed the door, when the door was closed, Sima knew he should have more or less walked out of her shadow, at least that's what Sima thought.