Chapter 88 Blind Man

Gu Moyang was stunned by her look.

Her eyes were red, tears filled her eyes, and the overflowing tears slid down her cheeks.

The hair dances in the wind.

Like a white magnolia that is blooming on the street and is wet by the rain.

Gu Moyang frowned and clenched his hands tighter.

Did he really want to say that it was because her mother Jiang Xiaolan, instigated by Lu Chang, went to him on her own initiative that he proposed to break up?

Her mother, Lu Chang, and Gu Moyang all claimed to love her.

But all of them caused her indelible harm in the name of love.

Gu Moyang's clenched hands were trembling.

He couldn't imagine what Jiang Jibai would look like after knowing the truth.

He couldn't tell her about Jiang Xiaolan.

She has endured enough.

He couldn't say it.

Gu Moyang's eyes fell on her tear-stained face, and his heart ached. "None of that matters anymore, Jiang Nuannuan, let's move on. Let the past be the past."

"Give me another chance, please. Give me another chance to love you well. I will do my best to love and protect you, and I will never leave you again."

Gu Moyang wanted to hug the person in front of him again, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Jibai suddenly retreated.

His hand, which was hanging in the air, paused for a moment, then dropped down in disappointment.

Jiang Jibai pinched the thin shoulder strap of the bag with one hand and held it tightly with the other hand to restrain the unconscious trembling of his fingertips.

It turns out it was just for such a lame reason.

There was a pain in my heart as if it was being cut open alive.

She was so tired that she could hardly hold on any longer.

With a cold voice and a pale face, he said, "I'm going back now. Mr. Gu, please go back too."

A slender and stubborn figure passed straight in front of him.

Gu Moyang followed the thin and frail figure with his eyes, as if her warmth was still lingering on his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and his gaze darkened.

When there were three magnolia trees between them.

Suddenly, the figure in front of me tilted and fell to the ground.

Gu Moyang's heart skipped a beat, and he took three or five unsteady steps to reach her side, and almost fell because he walked too hastily.

"Jiang Nuannuan!"

He lifted her up from the cold tiles and let her lean against his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Moyang's voice trembled.

The person in his arms had a pale face, eyes closed, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

Her whole body trembled slightly in his arms.

Gu Moyang held her trembling and cold hand, feeling extremely panicked.

We must send him to the hospital immediately.

Gu Moyang picked the person up, walked quickly to the car, opened the door and carefully put the person in the back seat.

Gu Moyang sat in the driver's seat.

A dark blue Bentley was speeding down the street.

Gu Moyang's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his whole body tensed like a rubber band stretched to its limit.

It will break if you pull it lightly.

Jiang Nuannuan, please be okay.

He muttered to himself.

He looked through the rearview mirror at the painful and pale face in the back seat, and countless terrible thoughts flashed through his mind.

In the speeding car, Gu Moyang's eyes were red.

"Call...call, call."

Hearing mumbling from the back seat, Gu Moyang glanced in the rearview mirror.

He said anxiously, "Okay, I'll call. Who do you want to call?"

Jiang Jibai maintained his last bit of consciousness and uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Call…Winky…"

Gu Moyang felt an indescribable pain in his heart that spread from his heart to his whole body.

She was here at this moment, and the first thing she thought of was to call Lin Shanshan.

But it was his own fault. He was the one who lost her trust and dependence.

Gu Moyang didn't want to go against her wishes. He didn't know Lin Shanshan's phone number, but it was not difficult for him to find out a phone number.

He quickly asked Wu Qian to find Lin Shanshan's phone number and called her.

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In a private ward in the hospital.

Gu Moyang hunched over, resting his hand on his forehead, a few strands of hair hanging down in a messy manner, and sat dejectedly on the accompanying chair.

On the hospital bed, a petite and pale person was lying on the wide bed, her eyes were closed and her lips were pale.

The transparent liquid in the IV bottle connected to the needle on the side of the hand is dripping down drop by drop.

The spacious and bright ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Gu Moyang stood up and tucked the thin blanket around her, but what he kept recalling in his mind was what the doctor had just said to him.

"Doctor, what happened to her? Why did she suddenly faint and tremble all over?"

"Are you a relative of the patient?" A middle-aged man in a white coat and glasses, about forty years old, looked at him and said.

Gu Moyang said: "Yes."

The doctor gave him a suspicious look. "What's your relationship? Husband and wife? Or something else?"

Seeing Gu Moyang's sharp and vigilant gaze, the doctor said, "Don't blame me for asking too many questions. The following questions involve the patient's privacy, so it's better to ask more questions to be safe."

Gu Moyang: "We are very good friends. I hope you can tell me the truth about what the problem is."

Very good friends? The doctor looked skeptical again.

However, seeing the eager and sincere concern in the eyes of this handsome man, and the fact that he was the one who brought the patient here.

He thought he could still tell him.

The doctor suppressed his suspicions about their relationship.

"You guys are really good friends, and you didn't know she had PTSD?"

A storm suddenly blew up in Gu Moyang's eyes, and his long, straight eyelashes trembled.

Post-traumatic stress disorder?

He had heard of this disease.

The doctor spoke slowly in his frightened eyes.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD, is a mental health condition triggered by experiencing or witnessing an extremely traumatic event."

"Judging from her symptoms, she has had this illness for several years. This onset may be due to a series of somatic symptoms caused by the sudden recollection of and exposure to traumatic experiences and the excessive emotional ups and downs."

Several years?

Gu Moyang felt a tightness in his chest.

The doctor saw the grief-stricken look on the man in front of him and cleared his throat.

"Yes, her illness can be serious or minor. We can't suddenly give her too much stimulation, nor can we completely ignore her psychological trauma."

"In the most serious cases, it could be life-threatening."

"Life is in danger?"

"Yes, for these patients, it's not a disease that directly causes sudden death like a heart attack. In the most serious cases, patients may threaten their own lives through extreme methods such as suicide and self-harm."

"If the patient can come out of it, that's fine. But if she keeps dwelling on it, it's a double torture for her both physically and mentally."

Gu Moyang's heart sank again.

"But don't worry, we have given her relevant sedatives, and the patient's condition has stabilized."

"Doctor... is it possible to cure this disease?"

The doctor said, "I can only say that there is a possibility, but the probability is very small, and it will be a very long process."

The doctor saw that the young man in front of him was genuinely concerned about the patient.

"Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Don't be too negative. It takes the patient to slowly open up their heart. Of course, the patient's patient care is also very important."

Gu Moyang's gaze shifted to the pale little face.

Many answers came to mind.

No wonder she had lost so much weight and looked completely different when he met her for the first time after returning to China.

It turned out that he was sick.

Why didn’t I discover it earlier?

I should have discovered it earlier.

He is so blind!

A blind man who is blind in both eyes and mind!

She was already sick, and I still said such harsh words to her.

Hurting her again and again.

What did he do?

Those words and things he had done in the past were like sharp blades that tortured him over and over again.

Regret, self-blame, and guilt came over him like a stronger tide, one wave higher than the other.

He really wanted to stab himself a few times.

He's a fucking asshole!

He would rather it was him lying on the hospital bed, not his Jiang Nuannuan.

Let him bear this for her.

He clearly didn't want her to be hurt in the slightest, but in the end, he was the one who hurt her like this.

Gu Moyang covered his face in pain, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and tears fell through his fingers.

It flowed down his metallic watch and finally dripped onto the floor.