Chapter 61 If There Is No Love

Emergency department.

In order to avoid falling asleep, the person who was receiving an infusion alone was checking his phone to distract himself.

But the words on the screen became blurry as she looked at them, and gradually she could no longer recognize what they were.

no! Can't fall asleep!

She woke up suddenly and slapped her face twice to shake off the sleepiness.

Stand for a while, you will feel more awake.

She stood up, thought for a moment, took her things, held the infusion hose and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

It’s no use just taking pictures, you have to wash your face first.

She walked towards the restroom.

The restroom is right in the corner of the infusion area.

I walked to the corner and there was not much people there, only a father and daughter.

She couldn't help but look at the father and daughter a few more times.

My father dyed his hair blonde, which made people unable to look away. He also dyed his eyebrows light and wore a black mask.

It's amazing, this kind of person looks like someone she would avoid when she goes to shopping malls where trendy people gather, and she feels he's difficult to approach.

At this moment, this unapproachable person was patting the child in his arms and singing in a very soft voice.

The child had obviously fallen asleep, but his singing did not end.

As she passed by him, she thought: Come on, it sounds pretty nice.

When she came out again, the father, who had just been looking down at the child, looked up inadvertently and met her eyes.

Oh my god! The moment they looked at each other, she was extremely shocked.

Although I can only see the eyebrows and nose bridge, this is enough!

So handsome!

This is so cool!

As she was dragging the infusion pole back, she couldn't help but secretly take a photo of the father and daughter before she walked away.

After sitting down, she still couldn't help but think about how handsome her father was.

Sure enough, handsome and good men are not easily circulated in the market, and they are locked into the marriage hall early.

Now she was completely awake, awakened by his handsomeness.

She couldn't help but open a book and post a message without pictures, describing the amazing glimpse she had just had.

It was clearly night time, but a certain bookstore was home to many night owls. I didn’t know why, but normally her posts didn’t get many views, but tonight her post received many comments.

"How handsome is this?"

“Are there any photos?”

"I'm curious about what kind of face can make a person so handsome that he can wake up."

…

"Actually, I took a secret photo, but it seems inappropriate to post it." Looking at the surging number of views and comments, she became not only sober but also excited.

"We are all good sisters, there is nothing to be afraid of. Just post in the comment section, we will read it secretly and you can delete it." Comments like this emerged instantly.

She stared at the comments and couldn't help thinking: It doesn't seem like a big deal to post them and share them with everyone.

She opened the picture she had just taken.

Her father was looking up at something posted on the wall. She had glanced at it when she passed by just now. It was probably something like emergency treatment methods for children with fever at home.

When he tilted his head back, his hair naturally fell down, revealing his superior features.

The only drawback is that she took the photo from a bit far away, so the pixels are not particularly clear.

But even if it's not clear, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this is a top handsome guy.

She selected the photo, posted it in the comments section and said: "I will delete it in two minutes, please don't save the photo."

After posting the photo, there were a lot of comments.

"Oh my god! He's so handsome!"

“Hiss, hiss, even though I’m dressed tightly, I just want to drool.”

"This casual shot has a cinematic feel. Is this the vibe of a handsome guy?"

"The dad is so handsome, the child must be good-looking too, but it's a pity that he is blocked so tightly."

She did as she said and deleted the photo two minutes later.

"Okay, now that everyone has finished enjoying it, I've deleted it. I hope everyone can meet a handsome guy too!"

Jiang Shen had no idea that he had been secretly photographed and the photos were posted online.

During the time he returned to China, he followed Ren Fenghe's schedule. He used to be able to stay up late, but now his eyes were covered with red bloodshot.

He felt physically tired, but he didn't know if it was because of his worry, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

His sitting posture was not very comfortable as he tried to make Ren Fenghe sleep comfortably, but he had no intention of adjusting it. He just waited quietly for Ren Fenghe to get the IV drip, occasionally looking at the content posted on the surrounding walls.

I don't know when the rain stopped. In the extremely quiet infusion area, there was only the occasional cry of a child, but no other sound.

Jiang Shen used his empty hand to check Ren Fenghe's body temperature from time to time.

As the water level in the infusion bottle gradually dropped, the scalding Ren Fenghe gradually returned to normal body temperature.

Jiang Shen's heart finally settled down. After the nurse removed the needle from Ren Fenghe and stopped the bleeding, he stood up holding Ren Fenghe and found that his legs were numb.

He stepped slowly back and forth on the ground to get the blood circulating, put the coat and hat he had wrapped around Ren Fenghe on him, and took the medicine brought by the doctor and went home.

After returning home and putting Ren Fenghe back on bed, he still didn't sleep and went straight into the kitchen to cook porridge. After he pressed the start button of the rice cooker, he lay back on the floor next to Ren Fenghe's bed, closed his eyes and took a short nap.

After coming out of the hospital, Ren Fenghe no longer had a recurring fever. She slept soundly in the second half of the night. Jiang Shen, on the other hand, woke up and fell asleep many times. Every time he woke up, he would check Ren Fenghe's temperature. Only after confirming that she was fine would he go to sleep with peace of mind.

Sizzle——

Sizzle——

The endless vibration of the cell phone woke the two people up from their sleep.

After Ren Fenghe woke up, he no longer felt any discomfort in his body and was full of energy.

Jiang Shen was different. He got up from the floor. He hadn't slept much the previous night and his temples were aching slightly. The dark circles under his eyes, which had gone away after a period of normal work and rest, were back again. There was a grayish color under his eyes, which, combined with his pale eyebrows, made him look like he was terminally ill.

If there is a third person present, and you ask that third person who you think is the patient, the third person will definitely point to Jiang Shen.

Jiang Shen picked up the phone and looked up at Ren Fenghe.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Shen asked, his voice hoarse as he had just woken up.

Ren Fenghe shook his head, full of energy, and answered in a loud voice: "No more."

Jiang Shen felt completely relieved. He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Brother Jinsi.

Just as he was about to answer the phone, Brother Jinsi hung up.

There were 8 missed calls displayed on the screen.

Ren Fenghe's gaze also fell on his screen.

From her perspective, the phone name and notes were in reverse order, so she might not understand who was calling, but she could tell that the other party had made several calls at once.

Ren Fenghe suddenly had a bad premonition.

Especially when thinking about the fact that Jiang Shen went out yesterday wearing only a mask, it was obvious where this ominous premonition was pointing to.

A message from Brother Jinsi popped up.

Jiang Shen opened the text message.

"Are you not awake or are you deliberately not answering the phone? Call me back when you see the text, or I'll go straight to your house."

Jiang Shen subconsciously pressed his thumb on the content of the message.

Jiang Shen felt a strong sense of familiarity with the content of this message. He had received text messages with similar meanings before, but that text message was written in Korean and this one was in Chinese.

Instead of calling back immediately, he switched the page to X and entered his name on it.

After clicking search, he roughly flipped through a dozen results, but none of them contained what he had imagined.

So he switched to Weibo and did the same thing.

He was concentrating on searching for his messages and didn't notice Ren Fenghe quietly coming up behind him and looking at the screen.

The first thing that caught my eye was a photo.

In the photo, a man in a sweatshirt and sweatpants is sitting on a chair with a tired look, looking up at something. His blond hair hung in a mess, and looked extremely dazzling under the dim incandescent light. He was holding something wrapped in a coat in his arms, and from the size of the exposed socks, one could tell it was a child, but one couldn't tell the gender or what the child looked like.

Ren Fenghe's heart skipped a beat.

She looked intently at the captions.

"Is this the retribution for staying up late at night and surfing the Internet? I was worried about the panic and took sick leave, but in fact I returned to China to take care of the baby. I really believed the love affair rumors at that time. Every time I explained for him, I was bullied. It turns out that they were not only in love, but also had a child. Who can you be worthy of, Jiang Shen?"

Jiang Shen read all the text quietly and clicked on this Weibo post.

Many fans have arrived at the comment section.

"It has been identified that this is black-skinned."

"This looks like a domestic hospital. If Jiang Shen returns to China, won't the domestic illegitimate fans know about it? The airport will definitely be packed, okay?"

The blogger posted a set of pictures in the comment section.

The first one is a puzzle. On the left is a screenshot of Jiang Shen’s live broadcast. The screenshot also has subtitles of what Jiang Shen said at the time - "Yes, I am in China now, just finished my trip, and will be live streaming for a while." In the live broadcast screenshot, Jiang Shen is sitting at the table, which is a marble table. On the right is the photo Jiang Shen posted to Weverse the night before yesterday. There is also the same marble table under the comic book.

The second picture is also a puzzle. On the left is a picture of Jiang Shen at the airport. The blogger circled the logo on the jacket that Jiang Shen was wearing in the airport picture. On the right is a picture of him in the hospital, and she also circled the logo on the jacket.

The third picture is a screenshot of a Moments, which lists several flights Jiang Shen booked at the same time to different regions, one of which was destined for China.

The blogger posted a few more paragraphs in the comments.

"If I were a black, I wouldn't save money to fly to Seoul to watch the concert, I wouldn't always think about checking in at the places they have been to, and I wouldn't think of them to cheer myself up when I encounter setbacks and want to cry in a place where I don't speak the language."

“Seoul is boring. There is nothing I like to eat or do in Seoul. But Seoul has become my favorite city because they live here. As long as I think that they may have walked the road I am walking on and the wind blowing towards me is also kissing them, I can overcome all the difficulties in my life and travel.”

“Without love, Seoul is too far away.”

Jiang Shen and Ren Fenghe fell into a long silence.

Jiang Shen clicked on the comment of one of the passages.

"If you love Jiang Shen, you should trust him. He has never let us down, right?"

"But there are eight people in the group, why is he the only one who makes me so tired?"