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Chapter 81 Dead Cripple

Liu Kunlun did not try to keep Chu Tong, he just watched her leave quietly. The abandonment of his girlfriend was nothing compared to the pain of high-ranking paraplegia. Why don’t a real man have any wives or no offspring? However, a person who is paraplegia at high-ranking and has no sense of his waist will never have a wife or offspring in his life, and he has to accept his fate.

The fourth sister came in and persuaded her brother worriedly, saying that she should not blame her. She was a female student who was still in school. If she was doing this, we should not delay her life. If she wanted to blame her, she would blame her for her bad life.

Yes, no wonder others. If you want to blame, just blame yourself for your bad luck. Liu Kunlun pretended to be relaxed and waved his hand: "I'm fine, sister, I can't go home often. Your parents just say I'm on a business trip."

"I have a clue, don't think too much. I just talked to the doctor. The next step is to take acupuncture therapy. An old Chinese doctor is so powerful..." The fourth sister picked up an apple and began to comfort her brother.

Liu Kunlun once heard from the son of a college student who was a bedmate next door that whenever a patient starts looking for Chinese medicine, he usually treats a dead horse as a living horse, so he understands that he really can't stand up.

...

A month later, Liu Kunlun was about to be discharged from the hospital. He didn't even go to Beijing, Shanghai, the United States and Japan. He went there for nothing. The show on the day of discharge made it low-key and simple. Lu Gang arranged an ambulance to take Liu Kunlun home with his wheelchair. The family had already bought a bed that could shake the head of the bed, but Liu Kunlun, who had been lying for thirty days, was reluctant to go home and went to bed, and insisted on sitting down and talking.

Lu Gang said: "Kunlun, you should take good care of your illness. Don't worry about anything else. The company has all the insurance." In fact, all the treatment costs are reimbursed by the unit, and Liu Kunlun's job has not been lost. He still has a monthly salary. According to what Lu Gang said at the middle-level cadre meeting, Liu Kunlun is a meritorious minister. If such a person is disabled, we have to take responsibility and we must not disappoint the employees.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu," said Liu Kunlun.

"This is the intention of all employees of the company." Lu Gang pushed an envelope over. This was a charitable fundraising in the big market. It raised more than 5,000 yuan in total. Lu Gang himself added another 5,000 yuan to make up 10,000 yuan, and Liu Kunlun also accepted it.

"Recover as soon as possible, come back to work, keep the desk for you." Lu Gang comforted a few more times, stood up and said goodbye, and the fourth sister sent him out. Lu Gang told him to tell him if he had something to do, and he must not be polite. The fourth sister thanked him so much that she sent him away.

When the fourth sister came back, Liu Kunlun asked the fourth sister how much it cost to see a doctor.

"I don't know very well. They are all the money that President Lu takes, and they always want about tens of thousands." said the fourth sister.

"Don't get my salary." Liu Kunlun said that Lu always cares about people, and he cannot be ignorant. More than 100,000 is enough to offset his contribution. He really can't eat others for the rest of his life, but he doesn't have the same face.

The fourth sister sighed and went to cook. Liu Kunlun looked at his wheelchair. It was a Yuyue brand folding wheelchair, black iron pipes and leather padded seats, and shiny steel-rimmed tires. This will be his legs in the future.

...

Liu Kunlun couldn't stand the loneliness after hiding at home for a few days and began to learn to use a wheelchair. He was still young and had strong arms, so he could easily move himself to a wheelchair. It was a problem to go downstairs. The four wheels of the wheelchair were not designed for going up and down stairs. The house he bought was on the sixth floor, so he needed someone to help him when going up. Fortunately, there were many brothers, and he could call someone with one phone call.

On the surface, Liu Kunlun's life is not much different from before. The young men under him lined up. Every day, one of them was responsible for picking up and dropping off Liu Kunlun. There was a trick to push the wheelchair backwards, pushing it downstairs, helping the person into the car, then folding the wheelchair into the trunk, driving to the company, pushing Liu Kunlun to his desk, reading the newspaper, drinking tea, a drink at noon, and a drink at night, and the day passed like this.

Every time he drinks, Liu Kunlun will get drunk. He used to not like drinking white wine, thinking that he would beat him up after drinking strong alcohol. The taste and pain of white wine are related to it. But now, drinking all kinds of wine, the better the better. It is best to drink it in a mixed manner. People drink white wine first and then beer. He mixes the two kinds of wine in one cup, and in short, drink it down as soon as possible.

After drinking it into mud, the brothers carried him home or sent him to the Caesar Hot Spring Palace to open a room. Once, several kind brothers even called Liu Kunlun a technician, but he had lost this part of his function without any sense of his waist.

The brothers behind their backs were heartbroken when they talked about Brother Kunlun, but it was not a solution to drink with him like this over time. Gradually, he called someone to drink, and someone refused. He drank it himself, called the owner of the small supermarket downstairs and asked him to bring in inferior white wine in barrels, and drank white wine with leftovers, one and a half pounds, and fell asleep when he got drunk. He didn't go to work for a week, and gradually, he stopped picking up and dropping off.

Liu Kunlun was unwilling to ask for help. He tried to go downstairs by himself and found that the biggest problem was not himself, but a wheelchair. He could only push the wheelchair downstairs and climb down by himself. This would be better than climbing faster by himself. Finally, he came up with a solution, locking the wheelchair in the downstairs carport with a chain, finding a wooden board to tie his legs on it, and then made two hand holders with rubber pads, holding one of his hands, replacing his legs with arms, and practicing several times in a row, so he could walk up and downstairs as fast as he could.

In fact, this approach is not Liu Kunlun's patent. Those on the street who have disabled lower limbs and cannot afford a wheelchair or deliberately want to sell miserable things do this. Find a wooden board and put yourself on it. It is best to have four small steel wheels under the wooden board. Slide forward with your hands while begging on the rough cement floor. This is simply the standard configuration for this type of beggar.

Liu Kunlun was shameless. He didn't even get a disability certificate. He no longer wanted to go to the company because he didn't want to see the pity of others. He began to go out on the streets without doing anything because he could only move on a wheelchair, and his radius of activity was much smaller than before.

Once, while Liu Kunlun was wandering on the street, he suddenly saw a tall figure in front of him, down jacket and jeans, youthful and lively. It was Chu Tong. He felt warm and drove the wheelchair to chase after him. The girl had long legs and walked fast. Liu Kunlun followed her for a long time but couldn't catch up. The girl turned around the corner and suddenly came back with a man next to her.

"Husband, it's him, I've been following me!" The girl is not Chu Tong, she is a native of Ome, with a horse face, but her back is beautiful.

The man glared at Liu Kunlun: "What are you doing to follow my girlfriend?"

Liu Kunlun said: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

The man refused to give in: "That's all? You coaxed me, why did you recognize the wrong person? You're blind."

Liu Kunlun said: "I'm sorry, she looks like my former girlfriend."

The man laughed: "You are the only one, you are a cripple and have a girlfriend?"

This is the first time someone said in person that Liu Kunlun was a cripple. The anger he had accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out. He jumped up like a leopard, knocking the 1.8-meter-high man to the ground, and fisted in a storm. Then he pulled out the dagger from his waist, pressed the man's head with one hand, and crossed the dagger on the other party's neck like a chicken and was about to cut it off.

At the critical moment, the girl screamed and woke Liu Kunlun up from his rage. He picked up the dagger. A blood mark on the man's neck was so scared that he couldn't speak, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I'm a lame man, but you shouldn't add the word "death." Liu Kunlun inserted the dagger back to his waist. The man saw a circle of sharp weapons in his waist. Since the attack, Liu Kunlun felt even more insecure and often carried several knives on his body.

Liu Kunlun climbed into the wheelchair quickly and turned around and left. The girl helped her boyfriend up. The two of them looked pale and did not dare to call the police, so they left quietly.

There were crowds of people on the bustling streets. Today was Christmas Eve. Young people were heading towards the city center. There were fireworks and various performances. There was only one wheelchair man moving against the crowd. He slid his hand on the wheelchair and walked on the Huaijiang Bridge.

The rolling river water passed eastward, and neon lights were everywhere in the distance. The wind of the river was sobbing. Liu Kunlun raised the collar of the leather jacket. This leather jacket was obtained by him after he followed Brother Kang to deal with the incident of Li Suifeng being tied up that year.

"Brother Kang, should I come to find you?" Liu Kunlun took out the cigarette box, leaving only the last cigarette, which seemed to indicate something. He lit the cigarette, slowly smoked it in the wind, looked at the black river water, and whispered: "Brother Kang, Xiaoqiao, I'm here."

Just as he left his wheelchair and tried to climb the bridge guardrail, a voice came from behind: "Comrade, diving is prohibited here, and violators are fined."
Chapter completed!
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