Chapter 157 I can’t see anymore, Ning Fengsheng!

The afterimage of the fire before I fell into a coma was still burning on my retina.

"Ning Fengsheng? Where are you?" He struggled to raise his hand, and the IV stand was knocked over with a loud noise. "I can't see you anymore!"

"Master, don't move!" Moss rushed forward.

Nanchuan Shijue pulled out the infusion needle, knocked over the medical equipment rack, and slammed his knees heavily on the ground, but he still stubbornly reached forward to grope.

Ning Fengsheng stood in a corner of the ward and watched the arrogant man fall to the ground.

"Get out of here! Where's she?" Nanchuan Shijue grabbed at the air with both hands, the collar of his hospital gown open, revealing the stitches—

Those black lines crawled across his pale skin like centipedes, and were now oozing blood.

"I... I'm here." Ning Fengsheng couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward quickly.

The moment the man's hand touched her ankle, he suddenly burst out with terrifying strength and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Fengsheng knelt down, feeling the pain from his iron-like arms.

"Where are you hurt?" Nanchuan Shijue's gauze-covered palm stroked her cheek, and when it touched the wet tear marks, it suddenly tightened. "Who made you cry?"

"I'm fine..."

"Then why are you crying? Where does it hurt?"

Ning Fengsheng felt sorry for him. Seeing him so badly injured, she cried for a long time.

Fortunately, he couldn't see, otherwise he would have noticed her swollen eyes.

"You have twenty-eight stitches in your abdomen. You can't put pressure on it." She tried to break free from his shackles, but he pressed the back of her head against his chest.

The man's violent heartbeat made her eardrums hurt, mixed with the smell of blood, which hit her in the face.

"Are you really okay? Not hurt at all? Ning Fengsheng, don't lie to me!" Nanchuan Shijue's rough hands examined her body -

The blood-stained bandage showed fresh red marks as he moved, but his palm stubbornly caressed every inch of her.

Ning Fengsheng's tears fell.

He was so badly injured, but he was worried about whether she was hurt.

"Nanchuan Shijue, you lunatic!" She choked with sobs, "Who told you to rush in? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Who made you almost burn to death? There was a fire, and you didn't run away?!" He roared even louder, and suddenly groaned, cold sweat dripping along his sharp jaw line.

Moss rang the call bell. "The doctor will be here soon. Master, can I help you lie down?"

Nanchuan Shijue stubbornly held Ning Fengsheng tightly——

Only after making sure she was unharmed did he notice the fact that he was blind.

"I can't see anymore, Ning Fengsheng!"

His eyes were hollow, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing an almost fragile expression. "I just want to show you how much of a joke the man you repeatedly dumped looks like now."

"The blood clot pressing on the optic nerve is only temporary. You will be fine!"

"Will you abandon your blind brother?"

"You're not blind..."

"I just called you, but you kept silent... Are you trying to take this opportunity to abandon a blind man like me and run away?"

“…”

"You despise me for being blind, so go away." Nanchuan Shijue curled up in pain. The struggle just now caused the sutures in his abdomen to break, and the bright red blood stained through his hospital gown.

"Your blindness is only temporary..."

He suddenly grabbed her neck, his strength betraying fear: "If you try to escape while I'm blind, I won't even have the capital to catch you."

The cold sweat of pain soaked his whole body, and he swallowed the dark marks.

"Master, we have the best medical team. Once the blood clot disappears, you'll be able to see..."

"I really didn't lie to you... please believe me!" Ning Fengsheng tried his best to comfort her.

Nanchuan Shijue slowly calmed down.

"Does it hurt? Take some medicine." Ning Fengsheng fed the painkiller into his mouth, but he bit his fingertips.

Nanchuan Shijue used his teeth to grind her knuckles until he heard her gasp, then he let go: "I want you to promise in person."

"I promise you'll get better. If you really go blind, I'll be your second pair of eyes and take care of you for the rest of your life..."

When the attending doctor rushed in with the nurse, they saw the Black Emperor of Beizhou Country burying his face in the woman's palm and behaving coquettishly: "The ward is too cold, you have to be my human heater tonight..."

"It's July now, it's cold?" Ning Fengsheng thought she had misheard.

"Master, if the air conditioning is too strong, can I turn it down?"

"Go buy a wheelchair." Nanchuan Shijue ordered coldly.

"Wheelchair? Young Master's foot is also injured? He still needs a wheelchair?"

"You," Nanchuan Shijue glanced at him with his hollow eyes, "Wait until I break your legs, and they'll come in handy."

Moss: “…”

Moss: "Master, I think a human flesh heater is good, it keeps you warm..."

With the help of the doctor, Nanchuan Shijue was helped back to bed and underwent another detailed examination.

Ning Fengsheng held the medical record in her hand and looked at it—she had actually read it over and over again many times.

Fortunately, there were no fatal injuries and no sequelae.

But this time she was lucky, what about next time? She didn't dare to gamble again...

"Where?" The man began to grope again.

Ning Fengsheng took two steps: "Beside you, not even a step away."

Nanchuan Shijue's broken hand precisely grasped her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Fengsheng cried out in pain: "It will hit your wound, don't hug me all the time...Nanchuan Shijue, aren't you afraid of pain!?"

"Rather than the pain, I'm more afraid of not seeing you."

His world was dark and he couldn't see, so he had to make sure she was by his side at all times.

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly ripped open his hospital gown, revealing a crisscross of scars, long and short. He chuckled as Ning Fengsheng gasped, "These are the medals I earned for saving you. Do you dare to leave me, a wounded man, and try to take one of them?"

He tore at the bandages on his body.

"What are you doing!" She held down the man's big hand and saw that the joints were covered with bloodstains.

But he said in a hoarse voice: "I need you to confirm... these injuries are really on me."

"I'm not blind, I can see! Don't worry, Nanchuan Shijue, I will stay with you until your eyesight recovers."

His blood clot will disappear in just two or three days.

But she had to leave before he could see clearly...

…

The hospital restroom was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Ning Fengsheng was sitting on the toilet. This man was amazing. He wouldn't let her leave him even for a moment. He would hold her in his arms even when she fell asleep. He would wake up immediately if she moved. He slept better than a monkey!

Ning Fengsheng held it in for a long time before he was finally "granted" permission to use the restroom...

Her eyes swept over the first aid kit on the shelf, and a bunch of daily medicines were placed there, even gynecological products, sanitary napkins, condoms...

It's amazing, who would use a condom when they're sick and in the hospital?!

The reception staff in the VIP ward are special. Do upper-class people just have more fun?

Ning Fengsheng pulled out a pack of pregnancy test strips from among the colorful medicines...

Thinking of what Moss said, she suddenly felt worried that she might win the prize.

She tore open the package and nervously tested her urine.

When she looked down at the result, her fingers were shaking with nervousness.

Staring at the red line on the pregnancy test paper, her pupils widened.