Chapter 129 I remember now, my name is Shen Jin, also known as Rong Jin.
When Shen Jin woke up, his mind was in complete chaos, he couldn't distinguish anything, it felt very heavy, and there was an indescribable pain, as if a million needles were piercing through his brain, and the pain was coming through him in a dense, throbbing pain.
"Hiss..." Shen Jin gasped slightly, his brows furrowing. Perhaps because he had just woken up, his mental state was too fragile, and he was unable to bear the pain in his head, appearing extremely exhausted.
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, so he couldn't see the scenery clearly, and it was even a little blurry and dazzling, but he could tell that he was in the hospital.
He had been lying in bed for too long, and his body was inevitably a little sluggish, making even moving difficult. He was stiff and numb, and since he had no strength left, he simply lay there without moving, weakly moving his mouth: "...It...hurts..."
There were too many injuries or things that caused him pain, all of which suddenly flooded his still fragile mind, causing him excruciating pain. They all rushed at him like a raging flood, catching him off guard and leaving him unable to sort out so many things.
He felt as if he had slept for a very long time and had many messy dreams, which were very chaotic, including those from the past and the present... and some were fragmented, as if something was suddenly missing.
The ward remained quiet, without a sound. A look of bewilderment flashed across his unfocused eyes, followed by a hint of coldness, which disappeared in an instant.
Shen Jin's awakening was brief; he fell into a deep sleep again shortly afterward, as if all his strength had been drained away, as if he had never been awake at all—at least, no one could tell.
"So tired..."
This was the only relatively clear thought in his mind after he fell into a deep sleep.
He had many wounds, and although many had almost healed, they had exhausted his strength and taken a toll on his mental health. In addition, he was carrying many hospital instruments, which made things inconvenient. His drowsy head caused him to fall into a deep sleep again.
In his dream, he encountered all sorts of people and saw all sorts of things, as well as various versions of himself—so many, both long-lost and unfamiliar…
The only thing missing is... a piece of the past.
"...What exactly have I forgotten?" Shen Jin asked himself this question over and over again, but no matter how he asked, there was no response. Finally, he gave up and thought single-mindedly, "...If I've forgotten, then I shouldn't worry about it."
Ever since Madam Rong learned that Shen Jin was Rong Jin, she had already sent people to clean up the house, eagerly waiting for him to wake up so she could take him home. But the time was dragging on.
After the examination, the doctor told Rong's family, "The patient has already regained consciousness once. He will wake up more often afterward until he fully recovers. You can spend more time with him and talk to him; it will be more effective."
Ever since the doctor said that, Madam Rong has spent a lot of time with him every day, staying by his side and talking to herself, telling him many stories about his childhood, and sometimes she would burst into tears while talking.
At first, Shen Jin couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. Those memories were too blurry, and he needed to slowly sketch out an outline in his mind. Meanwhile, those long-lost memories were gradually unraveling, waiting for a suitable opportunity to resurface.
Shen Jin could sense that the woman who came to talk to him every day was especially gentle and kind. He liked her very much and didn't dislike her at all. Sometimes when he heard her crying, he felt particularly sad. He wanted to comfort her, but he was powerless to do so.
All I could think to myself was, "...Don't cry, don't cry, I'm okay...Seeing you cry makes me sad too..."
But now he was lying on the hospital bed like a mummy, unable to do anything. He couldn't even say a word to comfort her or wipe away her tears... It would only make her sadder.
Several times, Shen Jin could feel her tears falling onto his hand, which was a little cool and made him unable to help but move his fingers. When she noticed, she would hold his hand tightly and call out "Jin'er" again and again, which touched Shen Jin's heart.
He thought, "This is so wonderful. There are still people who genuinely care about me, feel sorry for me, and think about me... It's really, really wonderful..."
It was something he hadn't done in a long time, and he felt like crying...
“…Jin’er?” Madam Rong was slightly taken aback. She noticed that the person on the bed had slightly moist eyes and thought she was seeing things. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch them. “You…can you hear me?”
Shen Jin really wanted to answer her, "Yes, I can hear you."
Unfortunately, this body was too exhausted to answer her.
Madam Rong was overjoyed and hurriedly told Rong Lan and the others the news, asking them to come over and talk to him more often, so that he could hear and feel it.
Luo Zheng was excited after hearing this, but he was a bit introverted and couldn't say many things. Many times when he sat next to Shen Jin's hospital bed, he would stammer and not know what to say. Sometimes it would take him a long time to squeeze out a sentence.
For example: "Are you... tired? Can you hear me? You've been lying here for so long without waking up... Do you feel lonely? Are you scared lying alone in the hospital room? Do you have nightmares at night? No, can you... can you tell the difference between day and night now?"
Shen Jin: "..."
After talking to herself for a while, Luo Zheng belatedly realized that she had been a bit long-winded, so she carefully changed her words: "You... do you think I'm being a bit long-winded? Will I bother you? But the doctor said... talking to you more will help you wake up faster."
Shen Jin naturally couldn't respond to him, but he didn't find it annoying. On the contrary, he felt that the hospital was deserted, and it was nice to have someone talking to him in his ear, asking all sorts of questions.
Knowing that the person in bed probably couldn't give any response, Luo Zheng curiously muttered to herself, "You sleep every day... so is every day like a dream for you? Do you dream?"
"..." Shen Jin suddenly wanted to laugh, but his facial expression was a little stiff. He was worried that if he suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth, it would look strange and scare people.
Therefore, he held back.
Regarding the question he asked, Shen Jin couldn't give a precise answer, because every single day, countless images would flash through his mind, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion...
"You should rest well. I won't bother you today." Luo Zheng reached out and pulled the blanket up a little for him. Then, staring at his fair face, her gaze flickered slightly. "I'll come over tomorrow."
Shen Jin suddenly couldn't hear anything, and the ward became quiet. Just when he thought that Shen Jin might have left, a faint fragrance wafted in. It wasn't pungent; in fact, it smelled quite nice.
While he was still wondering what the scent was, it seemed to get closer to him, and then he felt a clear touch on his forehead, a touch that was soft and slightly cool.
Chen Jin involuntarily held his breath.
Someone kissed him.
The moment he held his breath, the person kissing him seemed to hold their breath too. After what seemed like an eternity, the other person coughed awkwardly a few times and said, "I'm leaving. You get some rest..."
Shen Jin sensed that he was a little embarrassed, so he also became a little uncomfortable.
Luo Zheng gently exhaled one breath after another, repeatedly telling herself in her heart, "Take a deep breath...take a deep breath, take a deep breath..." However, the more she did this, the more nervous she became.
Fortunately, the person on the bed did not react. He glanced at him again, his ears involuntarily turning red, then rubbed his nose and walked out of the ward, gently closing the door behind him.
When he heard the door close, Shen Jin knew he was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.
"...No," Shen Jin wondered to himself, "Why am I getting nervous?"
The doctor said that this period is his recovery period. Because he has experienced too many things, some of which he may not be able to accept, there has been a certain shock, causing confusion in his mind. He will be in a rather confused period. Therefore, the external environment has a significant impact on him.
For example, the person who spends the most time with him during this period, the person who is most often by his side taking care of him, and the person who talks and chats with him are the ones he can remember, making him feel very close to them and more likely to accept their kindness.
A few days later, in the evening, Shen Jin woke up completely. All he could see was pure white. Compared to how weak and listless he was when he first woke up, he was much better now.
His eyes darted around blankly, then he gently propped himself up on the bed, slowly sat up, and blinked.
Before long, the news spread from the hospital, and the Rong family rushed over. When they saw him sitting on the bed, able to move and blink, staring at them, they were all stunned and couldn't quite react.
Madam Rong's eyes instantly reddened again. She forced herself to walk to his side, stared at him for a moment, and then called out in a hoarse voice, "Jin'er..."
Shen Jin blinked: "Hmm."
Madam Rong rushed over and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go. Her hands were trembling slightly as she asked incredulously, "You...you still remember...who I am?"
“I…” Shen Jin pursed his lips, perhaps because he hadn’t spoken in a long time, and felt a little uncomfortable. Then his gaze swept over the people in the room: Rong Lan, Luo Zheng, Rong’s father, and Luo Zheng’s sister…
All their eyes were fixed on him, filled with anticipation, their gazes fixed intently on him.
Shen Jin slightly averted his gaze, frowning in pain. During his time lying in the hospital bed, he had been struggling in agony, with fragments of his memories bursting forth uncontrollably, piercing his mind and causing excruciating pain.
Suddenly, he trembled slightly, like an abandoned child, letting Madam Rong hold him, his forehead gently resting on her shoulder, his eyes slightly red: "I remember now, my name is Shen Jin, and also Rong Jin..."
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