He was in a trance for a while, and his mind was blank, as if he had forgotten everything. When he came to his senses, he remembered the nightmare experience before.
My head hurts like it's going to explode.
He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to press his forehead, but before he could move, he was already in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. His hand didn't seem to belong to him anymore, and he had no feeling at all.
He seemed unable to believe it. He raised his neck slightly and then tried to lift his legs.
The piercing pain burst out from every nerve, making him groan.
"Don't move." Wen Yanzhi pushed the door open and put his hand on his shoulder. He looked at him from top to bottom with a gloomy look in his eyes. "You have several broken ribs. The doctor has just finished the treatment. Don't move."
Jing Rong stared at Wen Yanzhi with his eyes fixed, and there was a questioning look in his clear eyes, as if he was asking him about his current situation.
Wen Yanzhi felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He seemed unable to bear such a look, so he just turned his face away, not daring to look him in the face.
There was a painful lump in my throat.
"Do you want some water? I'll use a cotton swab to moisten your lips." Wen Yanzhi felt so uncomfortable being stared at by him that he had to find something to do.
As he started to move, the nurse in the ward had already poured warm water and handed it to him.
He reached out to take it, and before he turned around, he heard the hoarse voice of the boy behind him asking, "I... what's wrong with me?"
Wen Yanzhi's hand holding the cup was tense, and his joints were bulging because he was holding too hard. He was silent for a long time, and did not make any extra movements. Jing Rong lay there, as if he could not wait any longer, and raised his voice a little, "What's wrong with me?"
"You go out first." Wen Yanzhi put the cup of water on the bedside and told the others in the ward. After everyone nodded slightly, they closed the door one after another and went out.
Jing Rong lay there, staring straight at Wen Yanzhi.
Wen Yanzhi wanted to act as relaxed as possible, but his lips moved slightly, and his Adam's apple seemed to be stuck with bitter yellow lotus, so he couldn't say a word. Jing Rong's eyes gradually turned red, "My legs... have no feeling, right?"
“…” Wen Yanzhi was speechless.
"I... can't stand up?" His voice was trembling slightly.
"Not really." Wen Yanzhi pulled out a chair and sat down beside the bed. He took a deep breath and forced a smile. "The doctor said that as long as you have enough willpower, it is not impossible for you to stand up and walk like a normal person in the future."
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"What about my hand?" Jing Rong raised his neck with difficulty, his eyes swept in the direction of his hand, his pale lips trembling, "My hand... can I still use it?"
The last few words seemed to have drained all his strength.
For Wen Yanzhi, he felt that the question Jing Rong asked at this moment was the cruelest and most unwilling question he had ever encountered in his life.
After a long silence, he finally seemed to have found his voice, "From now on... painting, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore."
Jing Rong actually already had the answer in mind, but hearing Wen Yanzhi say it like this still gave him a strong shock.
His eyes were bloodshot, his neck was stiff, his body was rigid, and he was trying hard, staring at his hands with hopeless eyes.
He seemed unwilling and unwilling to believe it. He ignored the pain all over his body and tried his best to move his right hand, even if it was just moving his fingertips, to refute the doctors' statements.
However, even when his forehead and face were covered with cold sweat and the veins on his neck were bulging, his right hand remained indifferent, as if it was no longer a part of his body.
Wen Yanzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he pushed his body down and said in a sad voice, "Jingrong, stop exerting force! Your ribs are broken now, and if you continue to exert force, they may be dislocated! Relax!"
"Go away!" Jing Rong's eyes were red, as if he was venting, he roared out of control, and his voice became even hoarser.
Wen Yanzhi pressed his hands heavily on his shoulders, and his fingers were shaking because he was so strong. He looked at Jingrong from top to bottom, "I won't leave, and I won't allow you to torture yourself!"
Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi, and his originally bright eyes became dimmer and dimmer, until in the end, it seemed as if there was no light left.
As if he had finally accepted this reality, a layer of mist gradually filled his eyes. The boy's stubbornness that he had just shown before, at this moment, completely disappeared.
He fell back on the bed like a miserable loser, as if his soul had been drained out.
He didn't look at Wen Yanzhi again, but turned his face away and swallowed all the mist in his eyes.
Wen Yanzhi sat there for a long time, looking at him like this, feeling indescribable pain in his heart. He thought that maybe he felt too guilty, so looking at Jingrong's pain at this moment, he seemed to empathize with him.
"Don't be discouraged." Wen Yanzhi tried to make his voice sound calm. "I will find the best doctor for you. If the doctors in our country are not good enough, I will find a doctor abroad for you. I will always give you the best results."
His words were powerful, like a guarantee.
Jing Rong was silent. He was completely immersed in regret and pain at the moment, and did not think about why this man would take such good care of him.
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the other side.
Jing Yu hadn't slept all night, and now he was lying in the man's arms, with the sound of his strong heartbeat in his ears. That sound was like a very effective lullaby.
She listened, thought about Jingrong, and fell asleep. Moreover, she slept soundly and deeply.
In a daze, I felt my lips were wet and hot.
Then, she smelled a very nice fragrance, which belonged to that man. However, in her dream, it turned out that she didn't hate this smell at all. On the contrary, she felt a little attached to it.
It was this attachment that made her unconsciously open her red lips. The red lips opened, and the hot and slippery touch penetrated between her lips and teeth, sucking on the tip of her tongue.
Her whole body gradually softened. In her dream, her body was more relaxed. She was defenseless and did not resist. She just let the man kiss her. She sucked the tip of his tongue instinctively. Her body became hotter and softer. She felt so soft that she seemed to turn into a pool of water. She unconsciously hugged him tighter.
The next moment, Jing Yu felt dizzy and was pressed heavily on the bed.
The man's hot hands lifted her pajamas without saying anything and got into her clothes...
Jing Yu let out an unbearable "hmm~" sound, and her long eyelashes trembled and finally opened. What came into view was the man's handsome face full of lust.
[Yesterday I only talked about Weibo and forgot to mention my Weibo account, ugh. Sina Weibo, just search for “云起南音音”~]