Chapter 119 Lu Zhenyu is not dead

After several days of torrential rain, the sky over Beijing finally brightened.

The sun at the end of August was scorching hot, making the sky a bright blue and the flowers bloom beautifully.

However, Shen Jingsi remained in a coma for a week.

Everyone in the room stared intently as the doctor performed the examination.

After examining the pupils and taking the pulse, the doctor sighed helplessly, turned around, and shook his head at them.

"He was so angry that his heart meridians were completely damaged. He can survive, but he has no will to live, which makes things a bit difficult."

Siwei walked over and looked at his brother's half-dead, half-alive state. He felt a surge of anger and cursed in exasperation, "I'm telling you, if you look like you're half-dead, I'll really punch you a few times."

"He doesn't even want to live anymore, why would he care if you beat him up or not?" Feng Jinheng walked over and pushed him. "Go ahead, kiss him twice, that should wake him up."

Shen Jinchuan, who had just pushed open the door and walked in: "..."

Bei Tingwan shook her head helplessly, "Do you have any audio recordings of Zhenzhen from before she died? Playing them in his ear every day might be helpful."

There was no audio recording; the only thing left was that bag of USB drives.

Thinking about the contents, Shen Jinchuan shook his head, "Then he probably won't wake up."

Everyone fell silent, unsure of what to do with Shen Jingsi, who lay lifeless on the bed.

A moment later, the ward door was pushed open again, and Feng Manman, still dressed in plain clothes, walked in.

The couple hadn't seen each other for a while after Lu Zhenyu's accident. Shen Jinchuan went to greet them, "Why are you here?"

Feng Manman's gaze fell on the face on the hospital bed, which was whiter than a brick wall. She exhaled a breath of stale air, walked to the bedside, and in front of everyone, slapped the person who was still wearing an oxygen mask.

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned.

Siwei chuckled, shaving his stubble-covered chin. "Awesome! You did what I've been wanting to do for the past two days."

Shen Jinchuan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Think about it, turn your face away.

Let him fight, anyway, his brother is unconscious.

He finally managed to win her back, and now he's faced with the choice between his wife and his older brother—he knows what to do.

She didn't argue with Si Wei. It seemed that ever since Lu Zhenyu's accident, this once arrogant and domineering girl had become quiet.

Looking closely at Shen Jingsi's wretched state, Feng Manman's eyes reddened, and she leaned down, as if something had occurred to her.

“Shen Jingsi, listen to me carefully. If you finally realize how much you owe Zhenzhen and want to repay it, then you’d better live.”

"I didn't want to tell you this, because her life in the first half of her life was too hard and tiring. I always felt that her suffering came from you. But for the sake of your deadbeat attitude, I'll tell you. You better listen carefully."

Amid everyone's confusion, Feng Manman raised her voice and said, word by word, "Lu Zhenyu is not dead, she is still alive. If you really love her, then live well, go and redeem the debt you owe, and repay the love you owe her."

After saying this, she stood up, supported by the bed, and wiped away her tears as she faced the utterly shocked faces.

"I know you have a lot of questions, so feel free to ask whatever you want."

Everyone was stunned.

It wasn't that they wanted Lu Zhenyu to die; it was that the corpse and the safety amulet found nearby both pointed to her as Lu Zhenyu.

Bei Tingwan took a long time to calm down before asking, "What about Zhenzhen? Where is she now?"

Feng Manman: "In a hospital abroad."

Shen Jinchuan, "Sister Zhenyu is injured?"

Feng Manman shook her head, "Like Shen Jingsi, her heart meridian was damaged and she fell into a coma. My second brother and I sent her away in our private plane."

Feng Jinheng, "The waiter saved Miss Zhenzhen?"

Feng Manman replied, "Yes."

The officer finally calmed down. "How is Little Pearl now?"

"I've forgotten a lot of things. The doctor said it's psychogenic amnesia." With a long sigh, Feng Manman explained, "It must be because I witnessed such a painful scene in that fire that my body and mind couldn't bear it. In order to prevent the individual from being destroyed by the trauma, the brain actively 'isolated' many bad memories."

Siwei thought he'd seen this plot in a movie about his ex-girlfriend. "So she still remembers..."

Everyone's heads turned toward the hospital bed in unison, following his gaze.

Upon seeing this, Chu Leng was startled to meet the deadpan gaze of the officer.

"Holy crap, are you some kind of zombie?!"

Shen Jinchuan rushed over, "Brother, you're awake?"

Shen Jingsi's bloodshot eyes fell on Feng Manman, waiting for her answer.

Feng Manman looked him straight in the eye, her face turning cold. "No doubt about it, it's just that I've forgotten you and...".

The girl struggled for a long time but couldn't bring herself to say that name.

Actually, it wasn't just that. Lu Zhenyu had forgotten many people, including Shen's mother, Zheng Yaozong, and Duan Xier. The only one she could barely remember was Feng Manman.

I said that to annoy him.

He woke up pretty quickly; I should have let him languish for another two days.

Shen Jingsi laughed as he ripped off the breathing mask, the movement of his lips tearing his lips apart.

Thank you, really.

Damn, he looks rather pitiful in this dead state.

Thinking of the scoundrel who used to bicker with her and steal Zhenzhen, Feng Manman looked away.

"No need to thank me, just know what you should do for the rest of your life."

Do you understand?

Of course he knew.

But Shen Jingsi was still very grateful. He thanked God, the person who risked their life to save Zhenzhen, and Feng Manman who was willing to tell him about it.

Feng Manman could have kept it a secret until the day he died with countless regrets.

But Feng Manman still spoke up, in order to let him live and to let him atone for his sins.

Hot tears streamed down from the corners of his reddened eyes, and Shen Jingsi closed them.

He knows what to do, he knows very well.

…

Shen's mother never expected that her son, who had completely broken with her, would suddenly return. At that time, she was holding a copy of "Her," which she had only read halfway through.

His face was angry, and the pages of the book were crumpled, but when he saw his son's inhuman appearance, his expression changed, and he got up to greet him.

"My son, what happened to you? How did you get yourself into this state?"

A face so thin it was unrecognizable, hair completely white, a body so emaciated it was practically supported by a skeleton.

His mouth, nose, neck, and hands were covered in scars.

She rushed over, her face filled with shock and heartache, while the expressionless Shen Jingsi took two steps back.

The mother's outstretched hand missed its mark, and she froze in place.

Before coming here, while watching "Her", Shen Jingsi was overwhelmed with anger and had countless words and a lot of anger that he wanted to vent on his mother.

But when the person was right in front of him, he couldn't say anything.

Looking at her mother's tear-filled eyes, her gaunt face, and her hunched back that had become even more stooped after just a few days apart.

Only at this moment did he fully understand his father's feelings that night.

That night, the father, who always doted on his wife, unusually stayed out all night and went to his office to drink alone.

Shen Zhenan, "How much do you know about Zhenzhen's affairs?"

Shen Jingsi said, "All I know so far is that her insistence on marrying Zheng Yaozong was at my mother's behest."

Shen Zhenan, "Then in your opinion, what is the reason?"