Chapter 53 Chapter 53 "Can you forgive me?"...
late at night.
Qin Du turned over in bed and slowly opened his eyes.
Raindrops hit the glass window, and the traces of water droplets became like twisted worms, crawling down the glass.
He sat up and planned to go downstairs to make a cup of Longyan lily tea to help him fall asleep.
Even though the person who disturbs my sweet dreams the most has left, I still can't sleep.
In the long and narrow corridor, the dim wall lamp stretched Qin Du's shadow diagonally, and the open door cast an irregular geometric shape on the ground.
Qin Du's feet suddenly stopped inside this irregular geometric shape.
He turned his head, his gaze piercing through the darkness and landing on the deserted room.
The light-colored sheets were gone, leaving only a snow-white mattress;
The woolen nests of the little animals were gone, and the traces of dust left after they were piled up were also cleaned up.
Qin Du's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he turned his toes into the room imperceptibly.
Clearly, this room has been in this state for thirty years, and now that things have returned to their original state, there's a sense of unreality.
Qin Du walked in slowly, lit the small lamp beside the bed, and forgot to make himself a cup of sleep-inducing tea, so he sat down beside the bed.
There are rarely such messy times in my mind, and I start to think about all sorts of things.
Recalling what Liu Jingheng's expression was when I said to her, "Take the money and leave," I wondered.
I also began to recall what tone of voice I had when I said this.
Qin Du lowered his head, his thumb against his forehead.
Liu Jingheng passed away, but he left behind his unique memory ability, which infected everyone, causing him to be unable to remember anything.
Qin Du sat in the dim light for a while, as if trying to find something to do to distract himself.
He opened the desk drawer and his eyes suddenly paused.
After a long silence, he took out a tattered little notebook from the drawer.
Qin Du turned a page and saw four large characters written in standard regular script on the title page:
Green Tea Collection
Turning the page again, there were still beautiful small words like printed characters:
[Q: If he is successful in his career, how would he find topics to talk about?]
A: "Others only see your achievements, but I'm more curious about how you managed to persevere during such a tough economic time. It must have been tough. I wish I had been there for you back then."
Qin Du couldn't help but chuckle.
Turning a few more pages, you will see Green Tea quotes excerpted from the Internet, as well as performance records of expressions and actions.
Qin Du turned the page slowly, and the sound of rain could be heard outside the window.
He suddenly thought, could someone as dumb as Liu Jingheng really put his knowledge into practice?
Could it be that Liu Jingheng's surprising answers during their previous conversation were all due to her lack of knowledge and she couldn't remember the original text, so she could only piece it together.
Can such a stupid person really live a good life?
With these questions in mind, Qin Du unknowingly turned to the last page.
In an instant, the pupils suddenly dilated.
The last page of the small notebook is written in vigorous and powerful thin gold script:
[There are thousands of years in the past and eight directions in the future; the future is like the sea and the future is long.]
——Qindu
Behind the word "渡", a round and plump red heart is drawn.
Qin Du closed the notebook with a "snap", and as the sound of rain grew louder outside the window, he opened the last page again.
This heavy rain finally fell on my heart.
*
The sound of heavy rain woke Liu Jingheng up.
He was busy at work during the day and was really tired. His eyelids were drooping like crazy, but he still couldn't fall asleep.
He looked under the bed and saw the delicate Cheng Yunqing sleeping on the floor. Even though there was thunder outside, he was still sleeping soundly.
Liu Jingheng walked around Cheng Yunqing, got off the bed quietly, sat down in the living room, and scratched her neck.
It had been raining continuously for the past few days, and the humidity was as high as over 90 degrees. The house was filled with a musty smell, and all the furniture was sticky, making him itchy.
After scratching my neck, I scratched my shoulders, and whether they were itchy or not, I scratched them all.
When he touched his wrist, he was stunned for a moment and then looked over.
After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly lay down on the ground and looked through the gap in the sofa.
Gone.
The bracelet Qin Du gave him on graduation day disappeared.
Liu Jingheng sat back, touched her bare wrist, and tried to recall when the bracelet disappeared and where it might have fallen.
He stood up and walked around the room searching carefully, inch by inch, even lifting up the sofa cushions to look.
It's obviously not a very valuable thing, but I can't explain why I started to feel so angry.
Penny came out of her nest when she heard the noise. She didn't know what Liu Jingheng was looking for, but she wanted to follow her.
The bad thing is that Liu Jingheng has no recollection of whether she was wearing the bracelet before returning home, so she has no way of narrowing down her search area.
There was a slight noise coming from the bedroom. Cheng Yunqing was awakened by the thunder. He sat up and saw Liu Jingheng busy in the living room. He said:
"What's wrong? What are you looking for?"
Liu Jingheng casually replied, "Nothing."
"Shall I help you look for it?"
"No, didn't you say you had to get up early to go to study hall tomorrow?"
Cheng Yunqing was also very sleepy and lay back down:
"Well, I'm going to sleep first. If I really can't find it, I'll look for it with you tomorrow."
Liu Jingheng nodded. He was worried that the bracelet had been loosened by Leo the lion cub earlier that morning. If it fell into the zoo and was accidentally eaten by children, it would be troublesome.
Liu Jingheng searched the house for an hour or so without any clues, so he made a risky decision:
Let's take a taxi to the zoo now.
When going out, I tried to walk lightly for fear of waking up Cheng Yunqing.
Seeing this, Penny chased after him and wanted to go with him, but was coaxed back by Liu Jingheng. The puppy could only squat at the door and watch his owner's back as he left.
As soon as he walked out of the corridor, Liu Jingheng was caught off guard by the heavy rain. Only then did he realize that he didn't bring an umbrella.
He looked back at the long staircase and touched his chest.
never mind.
Under the night rain, the old buildings in the urban village are like a wildly growing concrete forest. The buildings without any planning are stacked layer by layer in a small area, like a maze with no exit.
The crowded stone brick path was covered with a thick layer of oil, and was reflected by the dim street lights.
Liu Jingheng walked slowly out along the path. The half of her shoulder exposed outside the eaves was soaked through, revealing the shape of her shoulder.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the sound of a lighter was heard at the end of the path, and the flame briefly illuminated a ferocious and terrifying face.
Liu Jingheng stopped.
In front of him, several strong men were squatting under a rusty blue iron shed, cursing. When they saw Liu Jingheng, they suddenly fell silent and stood up together.
Seeing this, Liu Jingheng thought she was blocking someone's way, so she leaned to the side, her back pressed against the wet wall.
"Boy, long time no see." As a result, the smoking man in the lead slammed the wall behind Liu Jingheng and did a wall-bang like a highway robbery.
Liu Jingheng nodded: "Hello, who are you?"
The men smiled at each other, quickly filled up the line of troops, and surrounded Liu Jingheng.
The leading man patted his face:
"You've forgotten us brothers so quickly? Huh? When you borrowed money from us, you called us 'big brother' all the time."
Liu Jingheng: ???
Liu Jingheng suddenly felt a little confused about the situation. What good would it be to lend money to someone as rich as Qin Du instead of lending money to them?
A skinny man who looked like a younger brother behind him slapped a piece of paper on Liu Jingheng's face.
Liu Jingheng took it down and took a look in surprise:
[IOU: I, Liu Jingheng, borrowed RMB 650,000 from Qiangren Financial Company on June 13, 2023, for a term of one year. I am required to repay RMB 806,000, including principal and interest, to this company by 2024. This is my written consent.]
After reading it, Liu Jingheng finally understood.
When he first entered the book, he often received a large number of debt collection text messages, saying that if he didn't pay up, he would be sold to a nightclub, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
He didn't borrow the money, so why should he pay it back?
"It's been two years, and you've already paid us back the ten thousand yuan? Huh? Are you sending away beggars? Run, aren't you good at hiding? Let's see how you run today." The leading man sneered.
"Wait a little longer," Liu Jingheng said. He would wait until he completed his mission and returned to the original world, letting the original owner take responsibility for the debt.
"Wait, wait, I'm waiting for you! Damn it!" The man threw away his cigarette butt and slapped Liu Jingheng hard on the head. "If you don't pay me back today, come with us. I have plenty of ways to make you pay me back!"
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time and silently opened Yu'ebao on her mobile phone.
He checked all the pockets on his body again.
He looked up. "Six thousand one hundred and twenty-five dollars, is that enough?"
That’s really all I have. I still have to set aside fifty dollars for a taxi to the zoo.
The man took a deep breath and looked up at the falling raindrops.
Recently, the national financial management has taken action to crack down on usury, making it impossible for these illegal lenders to make a living. If they cannot collect the money, they will have to go back to where they came from.
Look, they didn't even have dinner, and they were starving in the pouring rain to come and block people, but this bastard acted like he was deliberately playing a trick on them, taking six thousand yuan and still paying twenty-five cents...
"What the hell!!!" The man slapped Liu Jingheng in the face.
Liu Jingheng felt a sharp burning pain on her cheek. Suddenly the world was spinning and the faces of the debt collectors in front of her gradually became blurred and black.
There was also a buzzing and screaming in my ears.
He staggered twice and sat down on the ground.
The man grabbed his collar and pulled him up, his roar echoing through the alley:
"Why didn't you act like a big shot when you borrowed money?! Why didn't you think about the day you'd end up in when you were enjoying yourself? And you dare to play tricks on me! You're really going to throw your life away!"
The man pushed hard, and the back of Liu Jingheng's head hit the wall hard.
My stomach suddenly felt churning, and cold gastric juice rushed up to my chest.
These people seemed to want to vent their anger at not being able to have dinner, and they all punched and kicked Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng's small body had no power to fight back against this group of lawless thugs, and she was beaten and kicked by them like a tattered rag.
He lay in the corner, his eyes dark, and his trembling fingers instinctively reached for his pocket.
The left side of the chest cavity felt like it was being squeezed hard by several pairs of large hands, shrinking to the size of a walnut kernel. The blood that flowed in could not come out at all, and a dense, tingling sensation began to radiate to the arms, back, and lower abdomen.
No, the book doesn't say that the original owner died like this...
"Oh shit, I'm really mad!" Seeing that he was still pretending, the man couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed his hair and lifted him up, then slapped him in the face again.
Liu Jingheng vomited all of a sudden.
He now can't tell exactly which part of his body is uncomfortable, or maybe all of it is uncomfortable.
"Can you..." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and managed to utter a word in his breathless breath, "Send me to the hospital first, and then I'll call you later..."
"You even made a fucking request!"
The man cursed angrily and raised his sandbag-sized fist high again—
With a loud "bang", the eyes of several minions who were holding Liu Jingheng froze, and the next second, they opened their mouths in shock.
Where's their boss? He was just here.
When I turned around, I saw that the boss had fallen against the wall, holding his head and crying out in pain, with blood pouring down his face.
Several people slowly raised their heads——
The dim light flickered, and tall shadows on the wall appeared and disappeared, over and over again.
In the strong shadow, a pair of dark and cold eyes were like a giant python in the desert with no natural enemies, shining with a cold light.
He slowly stretched out a hand, which, against the backdrop of the night, looked as white as a plaster sculpture, revealing the unique horror found in horror comics.
There was a subtle crackling sound from the distinct joints, and before the minions could react, the big hand locked one of them's neck tightly. Everyone could only hear the brother's heavy breathing like a cow, accompanied by the sound of bones rubbing against each other.
"What bastard is this who meddles in other people's business!" Seeing that their brother was in trouble, the minions jumped up and rushed forward instantly.
The two men who led the charge had just run in front of the man when their collars were tightly grabbed and their bodies were carried forward by a huge force, and they had an intimate kiss with the brother in front of them.
But the brothers have hard heads and they don’t like it.
Liu Jingheng lost control and slowly fell to the ground like a dead leaf.
Lying on the muddy path, the stinging pain in my back began to spread, interfering with my breathing. Every forced breath felt like swallowing a razor blade.
In my hazy consciousness, I could hear shouting, begging for mercy, and wailing all around me.
The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains and spread them around Liu Jingheng's hands.
Liu Jingheng tried her best to open her eyes. In the hazy rain curtain, a familiar figure was grabbing a skinny man like a monkey, pulling his hair and slamming him against the wall again and again.
In an instant, with Liu Jingheng as the center, the area within the diameter was filled with lawless criminals who had lost their fighting power and could only roll on the ground begging for mercy.
The tall man stood in the heavy rain, blood dripping from the knuckles of his clenched fists.
He looked around and his eyes fell on the old tables and chairs piled up outside the restaurant next door.
With his hands dripping with blood, he calmly picked up a folding stool and walked over to the debt collector who was still rolling on the ground and groaning.
He held the folding stool high up, and several blue veins on the back of his hand stretched all the way to his arm, and his muscles were swollen to the point of almost bursting.
But it was like a game, he gestured with the folding stool and aimed at the man's head.
In an instant, the folding stool fell madly, its trajectory like a sharp blade, cutting the rain curtain into two pieces.
"don't want……"
The folding stool suddenly stopped just two centimeters above the minion's head. In an instant, everyone present seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Kala!" The folding stool was thrown aside.
After Liu Jingheng hurriedly shouted "No", she lost her last bit of strength and buried her face in the dirty water.
After a moment, his body suddenly felt lighter, and he couldn't tell whether it was the dizziness caused by the heart attack, or the man who suddenly appeared and picked him up.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but in the chaotic darkness, only a blur of white remained.
…
The black car sped through the main city avenue in the heavy rain, like an arrow shot from a bow. It was impossible to see its original shape, only its afterimage remained.
Qin Du looked at the red light not far away, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and freed one hand to enter "122" on his mobile phone.
The call was quickly connected, and his voice was as cold and calm as ever:
"Hello, there's a seriously injured person in my car. I need to run a red light. I'm driving on Huaihai Middle Road. The license plate number is JH (six ones)."
"Received, recorded for you, please pay attention to safety."
The black arrow rushed through the red light with the sound of a whistle that penetrated the three realms.
*
“Drip—drip—”
The beating sound of the electronic monitor is consistent with the rhythm of the medicine dripping from the bottle.
Liu Jingheng lying on the hospital bed closed her eyes, her body flat and empty under the quilt.
Outside the ICU, Qin Du stared at Liu Jingheng's face through the window, his untreated hands covered with a thin layer of blood scabs.
He found Liu Jingheng's "Green Tea Encyclopedia" at home. When he saw the last page of the graduation speech he gave to Liu Jingheng, his consciousness became uncontrollable and he resolutely walked out of the door amid Uncle Li's snickering smile.
He wanted to tell Liu Jingheng, "No matter how I think about it, I feel that keeping you by my side and monitoring you is the only way to ensure that you won't reveal my secrets one day."
When he went there, he heard the sound of fighting coming from the alley. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business. In such lawless urban villages, crimes were happening every day. But he suddenly felt very strange. He took a detour and ended up at the entrance of the alley.
Then he heard that familiar voice, asking if he could be taken to the hospital first before being vaccinated.
Qin Du breathed a sigh of relief.
Now when I think back on what I did just now, I still feel a little scared.
If Liu Jingheng had not spoken out to stop him in time, he would have probably lost another life.
Qin Du sat down on the bench, his bloody fingers pressing heavily against his forehead.
The half-wet hair hung down and covered the eyes, and it was hard to tell whether the water on the wet face was rain or sweat.
During the meditation, the doctor came:
"Mr. Qin, do you have time now? I'd like to talk to you about the injured person's condition."
Qin Du stood up, looked deeply at Liu Jingheng behind the glass window, and followed the doctor.
The doctor twirled the pen cap and pondered for a long time, trying to find a suitable starting point for the conversation.
"Regarding the injured person's injuries, we have examined them and found minor fractures in multiple joints. This is not serious and will heal after a period of rest."
Qin Du: "Yeah."
"But we've also examined the victim's physical condition. Uh... you seem to have a good relationship with the victim. Did he mention his congenital reversal of the great arteries?"
Qin Du suddenly raised his eyes: "What, reversal?"
He understood, but subconsciously hoped that he had misheard.
"Reversal of the great arteries is a relatively complex congenital heart disease. I see the patient has undergone surgery, but he is currently in a coma. I'll have to wait until he wakes up to inquire more about the details."
Qin Du slowly closed his eyes, his pale face devoid of any color.
"Then, the treatment plan." Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the last word of his voice still trembled slightly.
"We'll have to wait for the experts to come and discuss this in detail. However, I still hope you're mentally prepared, because he has complications with a ventricular septal defect. Initial estimates suggest he'll need artificial pacing and TGA surgery to correct the transposition of the arteries. Honestly, these are very complex and risky procedures."
Qin Du stared at his bloody right hand in a daze: "If I don't have the surgery."
"Without surgery, the patient's life expectancy is three to four years at most. Given his current condition, the outlook is not optimistic..."
Qin Du raised his hand and pinched his earlobe.
A buzzing sound came from nowhere and kept echoing in my ears.
"Mr. Qin, if you were the guardian of the injured patient, I believe you would be able to call in the world's top medical team. The success rate of the operation is actually related to the doctor's level, but the specifics of how to do it are up to you."
"Okay, thank you." Qin Du stood up and shook hands with the doctor.
Qin Du returned to the outside of the ward, and only then did he finally feel the fatigue rising up.
He sat on the bench with his head down, his mind in a mess.
He once asked Liu Jingheng "What did your mother eat when she gave birth to you" because of his dullness and even stupidity. But now, every word of this sentence has turned into a boomerang flying back to him.
Liu Jingheng is so stupid because of long-term medication and multiple surgeries, which caused hypoxia or sequelae of heart failure, resulting in mild cognitive impairment, a dull mind, and sometimes inability to speak clearly.
So his parents didn't want him anymore.
And what I said to him a few days ago, "Take the money and leave", did it mean that I was abandoned again in his eyes?
Qin Du lowered his head deeply, watching the blood stains on his knuckles turn dark.
*
When Liu Jingheng woke up, she felt like her throat was burning and every joint in her body was in excruciating pain.
As his consciousness gradually returned, he smelled the familiar scent of medicine and the rhythmic sound of the electronic monitor.
Slowly twisting his neck, he saw Uncle Li wiping his tears outside the glass, Cheng Yunqing holding Penny in deep thought, and Old Man Qin pacing back and forth with a tense expression.
His eyes swept over each person in turn, and then he continued to look back, his sight falling into a blank space.
Liu Jingheng sighed softly.
Perhaps in his memory, when he was beaten by the original owner's creditors, Qin Du who came to save him like a god was just an illusory dream, or an unrealistic memory illusion generated by psychological effects.
It is very likely that he was discovered by a kind passerby and sent to the hospital in time.
Penny was the first to notice that Liu Jingheng had opened her eyes and was lying on the window wiping the glass frantically.
The doctor came and gave Liu Jingheng a detailed physical examination.
Uncle Li was crying funny outside, wiping his tears and sighing:
"Why should we Jingjing have to suffer this?"
After much persuasion, the doctor reluctantly agreed to visit Uncle Li in the ICU and sent him in like a wrapped dumpling.
Liu Jingheng glanced at Uncle Li's empty back again and slowly withdrew her gaze.
"Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Uncle Li asked worriedly.
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment and shook her head.
I feel uncomfortable all over, but it’s too tiring to list them one by one.
"We're relieved now that you're awake." Uncle Li breathed a sigh of relief and patted the back of his hand. "Jingjing, have a good rest first. We'll come see you again when you're better."
Liu Jingheng nodded. At this moment, the only part of his body that could move was his head.
After everyone left, he looked at the ceiling above his head and fell into deep thought.
…
At Jinhai Citizen Square.
Qin Du sat in the back seat, holding up his cell phone and making a call:
"Well, I have a total of 1,350 kilograms of uranium-235 in my name. I'm donating it all, with the requirement that it only be used in the medical industry."
When the driver in the front seat heard this, his eyes almost popped out three meters.
Besides being used as a kinetic energy fuel for weapons, uranium's radioactivity is also widely used in medical imaging. Aside from being expensive and scarce, there's nothing wrong with it. Recently, with the intensification of conflict between countries in other regions, the price of uranium has been driven up to 100,000 yuan per kilogram. Qin Du donated over 1,300 kilograms, equivalent to over 100 million yuan.
The driver lamented that his understanding of money was still too superficial.
After hanging up the phone, the driver asked cautiously:
"Boss Qin, with so much uranium, are you really planning to donate it all?"
The drivers felt sorry for him, he didn't just sell them at a low price, he donated them all!!!
Qin Du didn't answer his question, his eyes passed through the car window and fell on the square.
He suddenly opened the car door and walked towards the blood donation vehicle in the center of the square without saying a word.
When I came back, I had a bag of biscuits and a bottle of milk in my hands.
The driver was shocked: "Boss Qin, did you donate blood?"
Qin Du narrowed his eyes, with a faint blue hue between his brows:
"Is there a rule that prohibits me from donating blood?"
"No..." the driver lowered his voice. "Donating blood is an honor, but... there's a lot of shady business going on these days, and people's hearts are changing. I'm worried your precious blood isn't being used properly."
Of course, Qin Du knew more about the ash industry of blood donation than anyone else.
While working cattle and horses are still struggling to make ends meet, some rich people have begun to pursue immortality. There are many people who suddenly disappear after donating blood and having their blood drawn. Qin Du has been in the circle of rich people for a long time, so he naturally knows these things better than anyone else.
But before the blood was drawn, he had repeatedly confirmed with the nurse, and the nurse gave him a positive answer:
"Yes, if your parents, spouse, or children encounter an emergency and need an emergency blood transfusion, they can use your blood donation certificate first."
The priority blood volume is determined by the number of donations and the amount of blood donated. Therefore, Qin Du, who donated 400ml, asked the nurse before leaving:
"I can donate blood again in six months, right?"
Qin Du leaned against the seat, his head feeling dizzy.
"Mr. Qin, can I take you home to rest now?" asked the driver.
Qin Du took the biscuits and opened the bag:
"Take me to a hospital."
…
A ray of setting sun outside the window casts a brilliant orange-red hue over the entire earth.
Liu Jingheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, didn't know how long it had been since she woke up from sleep, when suddenly the door of the room opened.
He looked over and saw a man wrapped in isolation suit following the doctor in.
The doctor advised: "Mr. Qin, please stay for about fifteen minutes and then come out. The patient is not completely out of danger yet and needs to be observed."
Liu Jingheng's pupils slowly contracted as the man walked. He was wrapped tightly, revealing only a pair of deep black eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, a sharp and determined look.
Liu Jingheng: "Hello, who are you?"
Qin Du sighed, "When will your brain image acquisition function improve?"
Liu Jingheng frowned slightly, recognizing the voice of the person coming. After thinking for a moment, she slowly turned her head to the side towards the window.
Qin Du looked at the messy back of his head and said in a deep voice:
"Still mad at me."
Liu Jingheng didn't say anything, just stared out the window in a daze.
He didn't know whether he was angry or not. He felt bitter in his heart and had no desire to communicate with Qin Du.
After that, the two looked at each other in silence, and when the time came, the doctor came in and chased them away.
The doctor said that Liu Jingheng was not out of danger yet and needed to rest well. Qin Du came several times but was not allowed to visit her in the ICU. The doctor said that he could observe Liu Jingheng's condition through the central monitoring station, but Qin Du insisted on seeing Liu Jingheng outside the ICU window.
Even if Liu Jingheng was broken into pieces, every piece was still human and machine. Every time she saw Qin Du through the window, she would mechanically turn her head and think about life while facing the window.
The doctor said to Qin Du:
"After two more days of observation, if the patient is relatively stable, he can be temporarily transferred to the intensive care unit."
Qin Du originally planned to transfer Liu Jingheng to a better hospital, but he also knew that although Liu Jingheng looked quite Buddhist, he was actually the most stubborn one, so he had to give up this idea.
Three days later, the doctor gave Liu Jingheng a detailed examination and assessed that his injuries were relatively stable, so he was transferred to the intensive care unit where visits were convenient.
On this day, the ward was overcrowded.
Mr. Qin held a dog-like "Ode to the Orchid" in his hands:
"Teacher Xiao Liu, I wish you a speedy recovery."
Liu Jingheng glanced at the old man's calligraphy works, pursed her lips, and felt a pang of pain in her heart.
I hope the old man doesn’t say that he taught me this when he gets out.
The zoo director also came and brought a video of Sayuri's blessings.
In the video, Sayuri holds Liu Jingheng's work clothes, sniffs and bites them, and calls out softly twice.
The headmaster smiled and said:
"Look, Sayuri also wishes you a speedy recovery. You need to get better soon, the children are waiting for you to come home. Just rest and recuperate during this time. Your work will be helped by other colleagues, so don't worry too much."
Liu Jingheng nodded, holding the phone, and pressing the start button in the video over and over again.
He was so engrossed in the cute little panda's behavior that he even forgot to ask the zoo director how he knew he was in the hospital and which hospital and room he was in.
It was not until the doctor came to chase them away that the group left reluctantly.
The ward suddenly became quiet, and the noise outside the window suddenly disappeared in an instant.
Liu Jingheng clutched the bed sheet tightly with the only remaining unbroken fingers, unconsciously, her knuckles tensed to the point of turning white.
This feeling of loneliness, as if he was the only one left in the world, was exactly the same as before he entered the book.
No, it was still a little different. At least before he transmigrated into the book, he didn't have the money to live in this kind of high-end single intensive care unit. At that time, the patients in the same room came and went, and in the end he was the only one left.
Liu Jingheng curled up in the quilt and wanted to go to the window to see the scenery, but his legs and arms in plaster could not support him to stand up.
The only thing he could do was raise his right arm, which was still relatively intact, and rub his eyes.
Oops, I’m sleepy.
Liu Jingheng blinked.
Oops, I need to go to the bathroom again.
He looked up at the call bell on the bedside, then slowly looked away.
I couldn't help but think of the day I woke up, the nurse holding a catheter...
Liu Jingheng pursed her lips tightly.
Uncle Li came in the afternoon and brought a basket of fruits. He said that supplementing more VC is beneficial to physical recovery.
Uncle Li hurt me...
At this time, the nurse came in to check on the ward and asked Liu Jingheng:
"Do you need to defecate?"
Liu Jingheng was one of the few who reacted quickly and shook her head vigorously.
"Okay, press the call bell if you have any problem." The nurse went out with the catheterization bag.
As soon as the person left, Liu Jingheng's fragile shoulders collapsed in an instant.
I really want to defecate...
Just as he was considering the feasibility of relying on his plastered leg to walk to the independent bathroom in the room, a flash of reddish-brown suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.
When talking about reddish brown, the first thing that comes to mind is Sayuri, who depends on him immensely.
Liu Jingheng looked over and saw a cute little animal shaking its round body on the glass door of the ward.
"Sayuri?" Liu Jingheng sat up suddenly, but the pain forced him to lie back down.
He actually saw a red panda swaying on the door glass and trying to seduce him.
The image of Sayuri walking on thin ice all the way flashed through his mind. He dodged the attacks of countless tires, avoided malicious eyes, traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and experienced hardships and dangers just to see him.
"Crash--" the door was pushed open.
The red panda stopped in mid-air and didn't move.
A closer look reveals that the red panda has an extra hand behind its back. Its arm is wrapped in a dark blue suit, revealing a piece of snow-white shirt, with a broad palm and slender fingers extending out.
A tall figure slowly emerged from behind the door.
Liu Jingheng stared blankly for a long time, frowned, and like a robot, slowly and clumsily turned her head to the window.
At the door, Qin Du, holding a panda toy and a bouquet of flowers, looked at the back of Liu Jingheng's heartless head and sighed softly.
He placed the red panda on the bedside table and pulled a chair over to sit beside the bed.
"Still mad at me?"
Liu Jingheng moved her fingers hidden in the quilt but said nothing.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du's voice became more serious. "Don't be silent. Tell me what you think. If there is anything you need me to do, tell me."
Liu Jingheng moved her fingers again, seemingly as a nerve reflex.
He didn't know what to say. He was afraid that his words wouldn't express himself clearly, and he was also afraid that his speech was too slow and others wouldn't have the patience to listen, which would result in the same end result as last time.
After a long silence, Qin Du broke the tense atmosphere:
“If you’re not feeling well, then when I ask, you just need to answer yes or no.”
Liu Jingheng pondered for a moment and nodded.
Qin Du, who had originally raised his legs in a negotiation posture, put them back down straight. He seemed to be afraid that making too much noise might scare Liu Jingheng, so he spoke in a very soft voice:
"I misunderstood you about this matter, didn't I?"
Liu Jingheng turned away blankly: "What is it?"
When she saw Qin Du's face, she remembered that she was still in a cold war with him, so she immediately turned her face away.
Qin Du smiled quietly behind his head.
"The one where I thought you were trying to blackmail me with the secrets in the contract."
Hearing this, Liu Jingheng clenched her fingers suddenly.
After a long moment, he uttered "yes" hoarsely.
"I'm sorry." Three words followed, enunciated clearly and calmly.
Liu Jingheng turned her head slightly and glanced at Qin Du out of the corner of her eyes.
There was no expression on his face as he said these three words.
"Okay, second question." Qin Du continued, "Can you forgive me?"
Liu Jingheng slowly closed her eyes, turned her head twice, and then a deep feeling of fatigue surged over her body.
Isn’t it too perfunctory to ask for others’ forgiveness with just six simple words?
When I was in the hospital before transmigrating into the book, in addition to listening to some BL literature with the girl in the next bed, I also learned a lot of plots from old romance novels, such as the way the male protagonist asked the female protagonist for forgiveness, including but not limited to:
On a rainy night, he frantically shouted the heroine's name downstairs;
Bought tens of thousands of drones to form the words "XXX I'm sorry, I love you" in the sky above the city center;
The heroine was seen talking and laughing with another man, drinking several kilograms of white wine, and then speeding on the main city avenue.
But he is different from the male and female protagonists in these melodramatic literature. They have mouths but don't use them, while Liu Jingheng has a mouth but doesn't have time to use it.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Du asked.
Liu Jingheng was really angry now.
He turned around and glared at Qin Du: "Look at you, you're so anxious again. You know I speak slowly..."
Qin Du lowered his noble head: "I'm sorry, I will pay more attention next time."
He added, "Take your time to think about it and talk about it. I'll wait for you."
As Liu Jingheng said, a long century passed before he finally spoke:
"I don't know whether I should forgive you. Just like if my mother came back to me now, I wouldn't know whether I should forgive her."
"I..." Qin Du's voice was a little obscure, "I'm not sure why your mother left you."
"But I can confirm that the reason I asked you to leave the Qin family is different from your mother's reason."
The simple logic confused Liu Jingheng.
While he was still trying to put the subject in the right place, he heard Qin Du slowly say:
"Rather than saying that it was a misunderstanding, it was more the result of my subjective influence."
He stared deeply at Liu Jingheng's face, and all his self-esteem was chewed and swallowed:
"When the secret is exposed, it's more like a result of embarrassment and anger rather than anger, and an attempt to cover up the guilt by losing his temper."
Before Liu Jingheng had even finished digesting the previous question, countless subject-verb-object questions came pouring down. He:…
But he immediately understood Qin Du's next sentence.
"I don't want to become less respectable in your eyes, or to feel incomplete in some way."
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her eyes and took in the man in front of her who was calmly saying that he was not decent enough.
Although from beginning to end, the cold-blooded villain had no "dignity" at all in Liu Jingheng's heart.
"Because everything I have now is not obtained by my own ability, but the wealth and glory I gained by concealing my mother's innocence and the truth." Qin Du chuckled, as if mocking himself.
Liu Jingheng felt a pang of sadness. He could deeply understand Qin Du's mother's feelings: the hardship and unwillingness of being misunderstood and unable to defend herself, and finally leaving this world with a stigma. When all traces of her existence were completely erased, the so-called truth would no longer matter to anyone.
"Mom must be very sad." Liu Jingheng stared at the ceiling and murmured.
Qin Du's fingers trembled and slowly closed in his palm.
But then I heard Liu Jingheng say:
"But Mom must have felt lucky. She helped you get the most important things and let you live a good life. You were her only concern in the world. Perhaps before she died, she was still worried about how such a young child would face the situation surrounded by enemies."
After a brief silence, Liu Jingheng asked calmly:
"Have you read The Power of Now by E...Ek something?"
Qin Du continued the conversation for him in his mind. The German writer Eckhart Tolle wrote a book called "The Power of Now".
In order to highlight Liu Jingheng's wide reading, Qin Du shook his head.
Liu Jingheng looked at him dimly, gazing into his eyes, and spoke slowly:
"The book says that it's impossible to get every step right. Don't look back, don't criticize yourself, just accept the consequences of your own mistakes. Even if we had to do it all over again, with our experience and understanding of human nature at that time, we would still fall into the same trap again."
Qin Du's gaze fell deeply on a bunch of lisianthus. The petals were brightly colored with water droplets, just like the innocent smiling faces of countless mothers in the world when they were young girls.
All the shame and embarrassment are clearly answered in this sentence.
Because he was still young and losing his mother made it difficult for him to survive, he made that shameful decision.
It's not anyone's fault, it's just that timing doesn't spare anyone.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du chuckled. "From you, I deeply understand the concept of 'great wisdom appears foolish'."
"Thank you."
There were tears in Liu Jingheng's eyes. Perhaps he was thinking of his mother, someone who would never appear again. It didn't make any sense to forgive her or continue to blame her.
Well, it's just a perfunctory way of asking for forgiveness. At least Qin Du didn't confuse right and wrong because of his high status. Wrong is wrong, and a "sorry" from the heart is the most remarkable thing in the world.
Liu Jingheng opened her mouth:
"You just asked me a question, so I will..."
"No need to answer so quickly." Qin Du interrupted Liu Jingheng again without remembering the punishment.
Liu Jingheng:.
"Think about it slowly. It's not too late to tell me when you figure it out." Qin Du said.
After hearing this, Liu Jingheng was no longer anxious and fell silent again.
But he still had to hurry. His bladder had begun to swell, ache, and burn.
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