Chapter 115 Flowers
Hearing the nurse's words, the doctor was obviously very surprised. He quickened the examination of Ji Zheng, and then left in a mighty procession with a group of nurses.
Soon the only sound in the ward was the faint beeping sound from the vital monitor.
Ji Zheng tried to move his body again, but it was in vain. Helplessly, he could only look around blankly, trying his best to use his peripheral vision to observe everything around him.
Enduring the pain in his head, Ji Zheng began to recall what had happened before.
But after thinking for a long time, he only remembered that he was walking on the way back to school, and then he had no memory of anything else and had no idea why he came here.
No matter how much he recalled or thought deeply, there was no clue except that his head hurt more.
Helpless, Ji Zheng had to give up, staring blankly at the ceiling, constantly trying to move his body.
At the same time, on the other side, after hundreds of soldiers searched, Ji Zheng and Mu Ce were finally found on a cliff.
The two men's clothes were torn and covered in blood, and more importantly, both of them were dead.
But even if it is a corpse, it must be brought back for reporting.
The soldiers looked solemn as they carefully carried the "bodies" of Ji Zheng and Mu Ce and set out on their journey home.
The mountain road was rugged, but they dared not slack off in the slightest, for fear that a bump would damage them.
When Emperor Ren heard the news that the two had been found dead in the palace, he was silent for a long time, sighed heavily, and there was a look of regret in his eyes.
When Ji Hean saw Ji Zheng lying there lifeless, he was stunned at first, then he was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
After a long time, he seemed to come back to his senses. As if he had lost his soul, he walked forward blankly and looked at Ji Zheng who seemed to be asleep.
The slender fingers were placed on the person's philtrum tremblingly. There was no breath at all. Ji He'an Hun began to tremble all over. He looked helplessly at Ji Zhongzi beside him. He wanted to say something, but said nothing.
Once again, everything went black and I fainted.
Ji Zhongzi quickly caught the person and asked the people around him to call a doctor. As for Ji Zheng... he didn't know what to do.
But now that the person is dead, the funeral arrangements must be made as soon as possible. It is impossible for Ji Hean to do these things in his current condition, so he has to take care of all these.
Ji Zhongzi is now in a state of confusion.
However, this time Ji He'an didn't stay unconscious for long. He woke up on his own before the doctor even arrived.
Ji Zhongzi breathed a sigh of relief.
After waking up, the first thing Ji Hean did was to ask Ji Zhongzi to help him carry Ji Zheng back to the bed in the room.
After that, he seemed like a different person. He wiped Ji Zheng's face and changed his clothes without saying a word, as if Ji Zheng had just fallen asleep. He did not mention anything about preparing for Ji Zheng's funeral.
Looking at Ji He'an like this, Ji Zhongzi was a little confused and worried, but in the end he said nothing. He also needed to be alone for a while at this moment.
Just like this, for two consecutive days, Ji Hean stayed in the room with Ji Zheng's body, not eating, not talking, and looking extremely haggard.
Ji Zhongzi was very anxious. He tried many methods but to no avail, so he had no choice but to let Ji Hean do what he wanted.
The sunlight outside the window is very bright, and there is a faint sound of cicadas chirping, which clearly shows that it is summer now.
But Ji Zheng always felt something was wrong. He always felt that it should be winter now, a snowy winter. However, his city was a typical southern city where it did not snow.
During these two days, Ji Zheng tried to move his body every moment. Finally, his efforts paid off. On the third day, his fingers could move barely.
At the same time, I also learned from the doctor why I came here.
The fact that his fingers could move was good news, but Ji Zheng did not feel any joy in his heart. He just felt as if he was going to do something very important, but he could not remember what it was.
If his fingers could move, then other parts of his body would be soon able to move. That night, his upper body could move completely, although it could only move slightly, but it could still be considered movable.
As for his lower body, when he was able to move his fingers, the doctor told him that his legs were seriously injured and he would probably have to sit in a wheelchair.
What surprised Ji Zheng was that he didn't feel much sadness or regret after listening to it.
At night, Ji Zheng had an IV in his hand, staring blankly at the ceiling, his right hand slowly placed on his beating heart.
The subconscious mind told Ji Zheng that he had something very important to remember.
Ignoring the severe pain in his head, Ji Zheng tried hard to recall, and slowly several fragments flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, there was light in the confused eyes. It was Ji Hean, his baby!
Go back, go back, he wants to go back.
All he could think about was going back. His head was aching so much that it felt like it was going to explode, so he didn't have time to think too much. He pulled out the needles from his hands and removed all the instruments from his body.
Ji Zheng turned over and got out of bed, dragging his legs and crawling towards the bed.
Although the room was not big, Ji Zheng had just been able to move. It took him more than ten minutes to crawl the short distance of a few meters, with sweat dripping from his chin to the ground.
His arms hurt. No, it should be said that except for the numb lower body, Ji Zheng's whole body hurt. Gritting his teeth, Ji Zheng had no intention of giving up. He had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to go back.
The summer nights in the south were not cool, but rather sultry. Ji Zheng's eyelashes were covered in sweat. The window was open, and all his strength was concentrated on his upper body. He climbed up to the window, and without any hesitation, he jumped down.
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Three days had passed, and Ji Zhongzi felt distressed when he saw Ji Hean still guarding Ji Zheng without eating or drinking.
He brought the steaming porridge in his hand to the man's mouth and said in a pleading tone: "Xiaoxiao, drink some. You are weak to begin with. If you continue like this, you will die before Ji Zheng wakes up..."
At this point, Ji Zhongzi's voice was tinged with tears, "Just eat a little bit, okay? Just consider it as me begging you."
Ji Hean held Ji Zheng's hand tightly, and glanced at Ji Zhongzi. His face was pale, his lips were cracked, and there was infinite confusion in his eyes. He asked, "Zhongzhong, you also think he will wake up, right?"
After saying that, he turned his head again, staring closely at Ji Zheng's eyes, and said as if talking to himself: "It was the same last time. He will wake up. I believe him."
Seeing this scene, Ji Zhongzi was so sad that tears fell from his eyes. He reached out his hand to wipe away his tears and forced a tearful laugh. He coaxed, "Yes, he will wake up. So please eat first, otherwise you will collapse and you won't be able to wait until he wakes up."
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