Jing Yu was unwilling to let his emotions affect him, and he quickly returned to normal, suppressed the hardship in his heart, and forced out a seemingly relaxed smile, "How are you? Have you arrived yet?"
"Just arrived. It's great here, sister, you don't have to worry about me." Jing Rong said to the person holding the phone for him, "Please show my sister the environment here."
There was no sound from the other party, but the camera was moving. Jing Yu could see clearly that the environment around him was very good and the room was decorated very warmly.
The heavy stone in her heart was slightly relieved. "Have you seen the doctor today? What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor is here every day." Jing Rong said, "I will cooperate with them."
"If you feel uncomfortable outside, tell me. I will come to pick you up." Jing Yu couldn't bear to leave him. "As for the school, we have already helped you to complete the leave of absence. When you come back, you can continue your studies without any delay. Your teachers and classmates are very concerned about your current situation."
When talking about school, Jing Rong was stunned for a while. The pain in her heart was accumulated, but she couldn't say it. Now she couldn't even lift her mobile phone, let alone a paintbrush? School life seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her.
"Jingrong?" Jingyu saw that he was distracted and called him. Jingrong came back to his senses and smiled at her. Jingyu looked worried, "What's wrong? You look worried."
"Nothing. I just miss you, the teacher, and my classmates."
"Then you must cooperate with the doctor over there. I will take you back when you are fully recovered."
Jing Rong nodded.
Then, a voice suddenly interrupted, "Okay, no more talking! He's tired, it's time for him to go to bed!"
Wen Yanzhi
Jing Yu was thinking, the camera shook, and a good-looking face came in. The other party still had his signature smile as before, and said to her: "It's time for him to rest now, and we can't talk anymore. The doctor said that he just finished the operation and must rest well."
Jing Yu looked at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise, "Why are you at Jing Rong's place?"
Wen Yanzhi's mind worked quickly, and he responded naturally: "Besides me, who do you think Lao Yu would be able to trust to send your brother?"
Jing Yu thought about it and said, "Thank you for your help then."
“It’s not a big deal.”
"Let me talk to my sister again." Jing Rong said over there.
"What else is there to say? We'll talk about it next time! You don't want to listen to the doctor now, do you still want to get better?" Wen Yanzhi stopped talking here and hung up the video call directly.
Jing Yu looked at the darkened screen. Although he felt regretful that he could not say a few more words to Jing Rong, he felt much more at ease when he thought that Wen Yanzhi was there to accompany him and there were doctors taking care of him.
At least he was safe there.
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the other side.
Jing Rong was particularly unhappy that Wen Yanzhi hung up his video call without his permission.
"Don't stare at me. If we continue talking, your brother-in-law will be the first to come after me." Wen Yanzhi handed the phone to the servant beside him. "If you don't want your sister to find out, just call her in the future and try to video chat with her as little as possible."
Jing Rong thought about it and it was true. After all, his sister was a doctor. If she saw him sitting in a wheelchair again in the future, she would sooner or later become suspicious.
The unhappiness on his face faded and he nodded obediently.
Wen Yanzhi saw that his frown had relaxed, and his complexion also looked better. He asked him, "Why did you only eat a bite or two at noon? Is it because the food cooked by my chef in the kitchen is not to your liking?"
"No, I'm not picky about food."
"You're not picky about food and you only eat one or two bites?"
"I just don't have an appetite." Who could enjoy a hearty meal after being beaten so badly that they couldn't even walk properly? However, it was obvious that the man in front of him didn't have such an idea. He turned around and told the people around him to ask the kitchen to cook another pigeon porridge and send it up.
Jing Rong was not used to mobilizing a large army for his own affairs. His injury and illness had caused them a lot of trouble by bringing him here.
"I'm not hungry, don't bother them."
"If you had eaten well just now, would I have to trouble them again?" Wen Yanzhi didn't listen to his words at all.
After a while, the servant came upstairs with hot porridge. The nurse shook the bed, and Wen Yanzhi had already naturally held the hot porridge in his hands.
As soon as Jingrong stood up, a spoon was put in front of his mouth. The servants beside him looked at them with inquiring eyes - the words that Miss Wen said here last time obviously left a deep impression in their minds. On the contrary, they did not take Jingrong's explanation of "just friends" to heart.
Young Master Wen, who usually doesn't do anything, is now feeding people himself. This is quite unusual no matter how you look at it.
Jing Rong felt very uncomfortable being stared at by all kinds of strange and weird eyes. Looking at Wen Yanzhi's earnest look, even he felt strange for some reason. His mouth was frozen there, unable to open.
"What are you doing? Don't you want me to pry it open and pour it into you? Hurry up and open your mouth." Wen Yanzhi had no patience. Seeing that this boy was still arrogant and refused to give him face when he did it himself, he felt very unhappy.
"Aren't you very busy? Just go and do your own thing. Leave this kind of thing to others." Jing Rong said in a gentle tone.
"If you leave it to others, you'll starve to death." Wen Yanzhi was not confident that others would feed him. If he said he didn't want to eat, no one in the room would dare to force him, but he was different.
"Put it down. I will finish it in a while."
"If you don't eat it now, it will get cold. It tastes better when you eat it while it's hot." Wen Yanzhi insisted, and added: "Besides, if I don't watch you finish eating, I won't feel at ease when you go out."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people around him became even more interesting. It was simply colorful.
When have I ever seen Master Wen be so caring and concerned about others? Now he is actually...
Jing Rong was upset. He felt that Wen Yanzhi was too stupid and had no vision at all! He was simply making the situation worse.
He was annoyed and rolled his eyes at him.
"It's no use telling me off. Hurry up and stop making a fuss." Wen Yanzhi blew the porridge to cool it down and brought it to his lips. He looked like he really wanted to pry his mouth open.
Jing Rong had no choice but to open his mouth and swallow the porridge obediently. Wen Yanzhi smiled a little, "That's good."
Jing Rong almost spit out the porridge. This guy really thinks he is a girl!
"You go quickly, I'll drink the rest myself." He felt extremely awkward, his face flushed, and turned away.
Wen Yanzhi reached out and touched his forehead, his expression solemn, "Do you have a fever? Why is your face so red? I'll ask the doctor to come and take a look!"