Chapter 47 Did Shen Jin rush out to break up the fight himself?
In the evening, the doctor repeatedly instructed Bai Yujin that he could visit the patient in the room, but he should try not to disturb him, because the patient had suffered serious damage to his head and ears, and outside noises might seriously affect his recovery before he had fully recovered.
Shen Jin was out of danger and was transferred from the emergency room to a VIP ward, where he lay alone on a pure white bed, his lips and face as white as the sheets.
Bai Yujin gently pushed open the door and went in. He walked to the bedside and looked at the person who had just returned from the brink of death. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "You need to rest well. You'll be alright..."
Because his head needed stitches, some of his hair was shaved off. It was wrapped in white gauze, and the blood seeping through was quite a sight.
"Don't be silly again after you wake up..." Bai Yujin's voice was light and airy, afraid of disturbing his rest. He wanted to flick his forehead but then withdrew his hand. "Even at the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't find a moment to come and see you. He's really a busy man..."
His tone was somewhat sarcastic, his thin lips curled upwards, and he sighed softly, genuinely feeling that some people weren't just cold-blooded because of whether they loved you or not.
Bai Yujin sat by Shen Jin's bedside and talked to himself for a long time. He didn't know what to say, but when he was a child, his mother would talk to him like this when he was sick. It made him feel much more at ease, at least he wasn't so lonely.
So he sat by Shen Jin's bedside and rambled on for a long time until the sun set. Then he smiled and said softly, "You need to rest well. I'll come see you again tomorrow. Everything will be alright..."
When he left the ward, he gently closed the door and instructed the nurses to take good care of him and to call him directly if anything happened.
At the same time, Bai Yujin couldn't help but pause in his departing steps. He looked into the empty corridor, but still couldn't see Yan Yu's figure. He couldn't help but take a breath and mutter under his breath, "Tsk, scumbag."
However, just as he finished cursing, his phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was that "scumbag" calling.
Bai Yujin paused, his thumb about to hang up, but then answered the phone, chuckled, and said casually, "What, a busy person like you actually has time to call me?"
Ignoring his mocking tone, Yan Yu glanced at Xie Li, who was sleeping on the bed, let out a soft sigh, and asked with a heavy tone, "How is he?"
"Who?" Bai Yujin then scoffed. "Does President Yan even have the time to care about others?"
“I…” Yan Yu rubbed his temples wearily, looked down from the window at the city’s vibrant night market, closed his eyes for a moment, “I will cover all his expenses, and I will give him all the compensation he asked for. I know this time it’s my turn—”
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yujin interrupted him, barely able to contain himself, and sneered through gritted teeth, "Yan Yu, in your world, money is everything, right? What do you think he needs most in his current situation? Your few cold, stinking coins?! Go to hell—!"
After angrily finishing his rant, Bai Yujin hung up the phone, feeling that talking to this kind of person was a waste of time.
Yan Yu looked at the phone that had already been hung up, took a deep breath, and did not call back. Instead, he glanced at the person on the bed one last time, then gently pushed open the door and walked out.
The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and he was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He calmly lit a cigarette and gazed at the bustling street in the distance from his apartment, his expression grave, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
He knew he could have gone to see Chen Jin, since they were in the same hospital and so close, but he didn't...
He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, lowered his eyes, flicked the cigarette butt, and muttered to himself, "The wind's pretty strong. I wonder if he feels cold..."
He didn't go to see Xie Li again, nor did he leave the hospital, nor did he intend to see Chen Jin. He simply stood by the window, lost in thought, gazing at the brightly lit streets in the distance, a distant voice vaguely echoing in his mind—
The woman gently stroked his hair and said softly with a smile, "Yu'er, why are you running to the hospital every few days? Studying is more important. Don't come here so often in the future."
At that time, the young child said with a smile, "I wanted to come and see you, Mom, otherwise I wouldn't feel at ease."
"What could possibly be wrong with Mom? Don't worry." The woman smiled and pinched his cheek. "Study hard, and come back in a while. I promise you'll see a healthy and energetic Mom, okay?"
The boy grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Okay, I'll listen to Mom!"
He believed her and thought that if he went to see her again after some time, he would see a vibrant and energetic woman, instead of seeing her getting worse every day...
On the days he didn't go to the hospital, the woman called him every day, telling him with a smile that her health was getting better and better.
But when the expectant boy arrived at the hospital with his schoolbag on his back, all he saw was a white sheet coldly covering the woman's pale face—
From then on, her smile remained in the past, etched in the deepest part of his memory.
He actually dislikes hospitals, he hates them, but he's afraid that if he stops coming, some people will suddenly disappear.
But for some reason, when it came to Shen Jin, he stopped again. Yan Yu gave a self-deprecating laugh. He didn't understand either, or perhaps he felt that since the doctor said Shen Jin was out of danger, it didn't matter whether he went or not.
Or perhaps it was because of him that Shen Jin was sent to the cold emergency room half-dead, so she was instinctively afraid to see him lying in the hospital bed...
"Tsk!" Yan Yu suddenly spat the cigarette from his mouth onto the ground, gritted his teeth, stubbed it out with his leather shoe, and then swiftly took off with his long, straight legs, rushing towards Chen Jin's ward without looking back—
When he reached the front of Chen Jin's ward, he hurriedly stopped, took a few breaths, smiled self-deprecatingly, pursed his lips, and reached out to touch the door. But for some reason, his hand, which was about to push the door open, trembled a few times.
A nurse happened to be passing by and paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "President Yan?"
Yan Yu's face suddenly turned pale, his hand stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but he barely managed to hold back and forced a smile: "Okay, go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me."
After the nurse had left, he gently pushed open the door, entered the ward, and went to his bedside. He stared intently at Shen Jin's weak and pale face, and instinctively reached out to check his breathing...
Suddenly, Yan Yu laughed in a cryptic tone, withdrew his hand with a hint of mockery, opened the window, and irritably tried to light a cigarette, but the cold wind blowing in through the window sobered him up a bit.
Thinking of something, he put the cigarette back and closed the window as well.
He stood in front of Shen Jin, looking at his pale and weak face. He could see his long eyelashes, his straight nose, and his lips that were neither too thick nor too thin... He was extremely handsome, but now he looked like a sickly beauty.
"I..." Yan Yu uttered a word, then realized that there was nothing he could say. Apart from the usual sentimental words to amuse people, he found that there was nothing suitable for him to say.
So he sat silently by Shen Jin's hospital bed, staring at him for a long time. In the end, he left without saying a word and sat in the corridor, smoking one cigarette after another, his thoughts wandering.
"Get some rest, you'll be fine." He reached out and touched Shen Jin's pale face, then instinctively pulled his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted. He muttered an explanation to himself, "I didn't mean to punch you, you suddenly rushed out and couldn't stop..."
After saying this, Yan Yu frowned again, recalling the scene of Shen Jin walking out of the hospital looking sickly that day, still wearing a hospital gown. He then vaguely realized something—what was he doing at the hospital a while ago?
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling. He glanced at the person on the hospital bed again, and his heart ached slightly. He couldn't help but mutter a reprimand in a low voice, "He looked so sick that day, what was he doing rushing out? He couldn't have actually broken up the fight..."
Come to think of it, Shen Jin did seem to tell them to stop fighting that day, but he didn't seem foolish enough to suddenly rush into the middle of their fierce battle...
He frowned, and as he left the ward, he dialed Bai Yujin's number and asked succinctly, "Why was Shen Jin in the hospital a while ago?"
Bai Yujin was somewhat surprised to receive his call late at night. Upon hearing the question, the image of Shen Jin lying unconscious and on the verge of death in the room flashed through his mind again...
"Why? Does it matter?" Bai Yujin shook his head, chuckled, and said slowly and deliberately, "If you want to know, just ask him when he wakes up."
Hearing the mocking tone in his voice, Yan Yu knew he wouldn't get any information from him, so he hung up the phone.
On the third day, Shen Jin still hadn't woken up.
Xie Li, however, planned to be discharged from the hospital because he knew that if he stayed there, he would only be creating opportunities for Yan Yu and Shen Jin to spend time together. He wasn't stupid.
As Yan Yu was about to leave the hospital, he thought of Shen Jin on the hospital bed, frowned, and hesitated for a moment. Although he knew that Shen Jin was still not awake, he wanted to go and take one last look before leaving.
"What's wrong? Is there something else?" Xie Li looked at him with a smile, then touched his stomach and said with a playful smile, "I'm so hungry. If there's nothing else, let's go out and get something to eat."
"Nothing." Yan Yu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and then flicked the cigarette butt. "By the way, Ali, there's something..."
Xie Li tilted his head: "What's wrong?"
The swirling mist obscured his sharply defined features, making it impossible for Xie Li to see his expression. He only heard him casually ask, "That day...did Shen Jin suddenly rush out to break up the fight?"
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