Being gossiped about
Liu Jianchun felt weak and sore all over, but he felt no pain. His chest felt like it was being pressed by a huge rock. Even though fresh oxygen was being pumped into his mouth and nose, he still couldn't breathe.
Only the brain is exceptionally clear.
She felt like she was completely dead, with only her soul floating around.
The incident took only a few minutes. Although she didn't know the exact circumstances, she had already accepted her impending death. In those few minutes, she thought about her parents, relatives, friends, and those who loved her, and how heartbroken they would be upon hearing this tragic news. She also thought about people like Xie Yu, who hadn't wished her the best while she was alive. If she died, he might be surprised, but then forget about it...
She couldn't imagine what would happen if he found out about this - that she had died in a plane crash, and it happened on the way to see him.
Under the double pressure of pain and guilt, I wonder if he can bear it?
No, she felt that she couldn't think like that. She was neither his girlfriend nor his wife. She was nothing at all. How could she possibly have caused him to collapse to that extent? She was simply too narcissistic to think like that.
Her memory paused there before she passed out. She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious, but she knew it was the older man sitting next to her who woke her up. He was polite, nudging her a few times with his elbow, but never resorting to physical violence.
The aircraft's constant pressure equipment was damaged and the cabin suddenly lost pressure at an altitude of 9,000 meters. The crew decided to make an emergency descent and descended to 3,000 meters within a few minutes, and then returned to basic stability.
She felt someone calling her, and subconsciously thought it was the ferryman from another world calling her. She was so scared that she didn't even dare to open her eyes and continued to play dead. It was not until she was sure that someone was pushing her that she slowly opened her eyes.
"Are you okay? My phone's dead. Can I borrow yours to text my wife?"
She took two deep breaths of oxygen to clear her head, then took out her phone and handed it to the other person: "I don't have a roaming plan. At this altitude, I guess there's no signal even if I turn on airplane mode."
"It doesn't matter, as long as I can leave a draft."
She understood what the other party meant. If something really happened to the plane, all their equipment would be taken away, and the unsent messages saved in the mobile phone would naturally not be ignored by the police.
The man sitting next to him was dressed simply, but the Patek Philippe on his wrist was estimated to be worth at least six figures. His fingers were particularly slender, and against the backdrop of the watch, they looked quite charming, causing Liu Jianchun to take a few more glances.
"Thank you." He quickly handed the phone back. "When you were unconscious, the flight attendant informed me that the flight was basically stable and would land in twenty minutes, so you didn't need to worry too much. I'm just used to being cautious. I always try to be safe."
She smiled and exchanged greetings with the man with beautiful hands. When she put her phone away, she accidentally scanned the text message he had sent. In just a few words, it was full of his attachment to his wife.
She suddenly wondered if she should leave something behind as well.
But what should she write? Her parents knew her bank card password, and Jian Zhaonan would definitely not let her gym disband. It seemed that even if she left at any moment, there would be nothing to regret.
Apart from……
The man saw her typing and jokingly asked, "Who is this for? Your husband or your boyfriend?"
She smiled bitterly: "A missed fate."
"I don't think so. If you missed each other, how could you say such affectionate words?" He obviously peeked at Liu Jianchun's mobile phone and deliberately pointed at the words "I want you to know that I love you".
She frowned: "Isn't it rude to peek at others?"
"Same here, didn't you see what I left for my wife?"
She was so angry that she didn't continue editing and turned off her phone.
The man laughed and said, "I didn't look at it too much, but I have very good eyesight and I would accidentally catch a glimpse of it."
She didn't think the man was too annoying, and since everyone was in such a precarious situation, having a fellow Chinese speaker to chat with her was a comfort. "Judging from your accent, you don't sound Chinese. Are you also on a business trip from China to Berlin?"
"Yes, but I'm working in Berlin and just got back from a business trip."
She looked at his watch openly. "What do you do for a living?"
"Surgeon."
She, who came all the way to visit the patient, was sitting next to a surgeon. If something really happened to the plane, burying them together would be a joke.
Thinking of this, she smiled unconsciously: "I'm a little curious, which department are you from? If you feel it's presumptuous, it's okay not to answer."
"If you thought it was presumptuous, you wouldn't have asked." He took out a business card from the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to her. "Orthopedics."
St. Peter's Medical School...
She looked at the hospital on the business card and her heartbeat quickened because Jian Zhaonan was also receiving treatment at this hospital.
In the same hospital, in the same department, the director of orthopedics named An Ran sitting next to her, could he be Jian Zhaonan's chief surgeon?
She was so nervous that she stuttered a little: "Doctor An, do you know Jian Zhaonan?"
Dr. An's face showed no emotion at all. He just nodded and said, "Do you have anything to do with him?"
"I went to Berlin this time just to visit him." She began to hesitate when she mentioned that person, and every word she said needed careful consideration. "He seems to be in your hospital. I wonder if you can help me find out about him."
"I am his attending physician. What do you want to ask?"
She almost fainted when she heard Dr. An's answer.
If they were at a dinner table now, she might be happy to know another friend of Jian Zhaonan, but the current situation was really awkward. The two of them were trapped on a plane and didn't know whether they could land safely!
She took a deep breath of air from the oxygen mask to stay calm, and silently prayed to God for help, hoping that the plane would land safely.
"Nothing..." she answered in a low voice, but in fact her brain had already shut down when she heard what he said.
Dr. An smiled at this time: "You can ask anything you want. You look familiar to me. You should be his teammate, right? I actually like table tennis too." As he said that, he took out a few ticket stubs from his backpack.
She could accept her own death calmly, but when she thought about Jian Zhaonan's subsequent game being delayed and his entire career being ruined because of the attending physician's delay in surgery, she felt uncomfortable and even forgot what she wanted to ask before.
The fuselage began to shake again.
The turbulence brought a sense of fear that made her almost smell the breath of death. She ignored the turbulence in the cabin and opened her phone again with tears in her eyes to continue editing the unfinished text message.
"Jian Zhaonan, I may no longer be alive when you read this message, but all of this is my own fault. If I had faced my feelings earlier, or had fallen in love with you earlier, things wouldn't have come to this. I can't change what has happened. I just want you to know that I love you."
She didn't know if it was because of her excitement or the cabin depressurization, but by the time she finished editing the text message, her chest was so stuffy that she could hardly breathe, and the oxygen mask was filled with moisture from her rapid breathing.
Liu Jianchun was not the only one who got emotional when encountering this kind of thing. Ever since returning to the flight altitude of 3,000 meters, the cabin had been in chaos, and even the broadcast could not suppress the noise.
When she saw everyone around her looking dejected, she felt that she was doomed.
She was going to die in the year she loved him the most.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the hot tears in her eyes fell down from the corners of her eyes...
"Don't sleep? Chat with me."
She hadn't rested for long when she was woken up by Dr. An. When she opened her eyes, the man who had seemed so polite and distant before was looking at her with an expression of curiosity that was almost gossipy. "What did you want to ask me just now?"
"Nothing." She glanced at him and closed her eyes again.
"Go ahead and ask. If you don't, the plane is about to land. With something as serious as this happening, the airport is bound to be a mess. You probably don't want to talk about this in public, do you?"
She looked out the window half-believingly, and saw that the flight altitude had indeed dropped a lot, and she could even see the houses below clearly. But before landing, everything was unknown, and many plane crashes occurred in the last few minutes of the flight.
But she couldn't refuse such an enthusiastic stranger, so she was forced to pick up the pieces. "It's nothing, actually. I just wanted to ask you about his current condition. I heard the surgery he's going to have is very risky. Is that true?"
"It's true, and he contacted me very suddenly this time. His current physical condition is not suitable for surgery, and the possibility of recovery after surgery will be much lower."
Her attention was completely drawn to Dr. An's words, and her breathing became much calmer than before: "Why don't you try to persuade him?"
"I advised him, but he didn't listen."
"If he doesn't listen, you can just refuse to operate on him! If you don't operate on him, will he be able to get on the operating table alone?"
He spread his hands and said, "You should know his character better than me. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do. Even if I refuse, he will find another doctor who is willing to operate on him."
What Dr. An said was not bad. No matter how angry she was, she was powerless to refute it and could only sulk alone.
Instead of blaming the doctor, she should blame herself. If he hadn't been angry with her, perhaps he wouldn't have been so anxious...
She was still thinking in silence when she heard Dr. An suddenly say, "You're his girlfriend, shouldn't you be the one to persuade him?"
"You misunderstood, I'm not his girlfriend."
Dr. An pointed at her phone again: "Isn't that 'I love you' text message sent to him? The phone number looks familiar to me."
Her face suddenly turned red and she turned her head to the other side.
There was a sudden loud noise from the tail of the plane, and the plane lost weight and fell again...
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