Chapter 106 One Hundred Ways to Commit Suicide
On the 26th, Jung Yunho, who was promoting in Japan, left his agent and maknae behind to go socialize with the organizers as soon as he finished his announcement, and rushed back overnight. Jingrong has not woken up since the 24th. Although the doctor checked her body and said that there was no problem, and even guaranteed that Jingrong would not have any problems with her body functions even if she slept for a few more days, the expert group has been observing and discussing in recent days, and is increasingly inclined to believe that it is Jingrong's psychological reluctance to wake up, and is discussing solutions with the psychologist.
The doctor's situation is becoming increasingly clear, but Jing Rong's family and friends are deeply troubled. With her mind already controlling her body, how deeply obsessed is death to her? How deeply does she refuse to live? At this rate, even if she's saved this time, will she continue to make killing herself her life's goal?
In a time when everyone's thoughts were swirling, Jung Yunho definitely had more on his mind than anyone else. First, he was Jingrong's fiance in name only. Although there hadn't been a banquet or ceremony, everyone had already tacitly accepted it, and they had already decided on it. Now that Jingrong had committed suicide, overwhelmed by the loss of his father, wouldn't he have been remiss as her fiance? Jung Yunho had never considered himself inferior to G-Dragon. What G-Dragon could do, he could do too, and what G-Dragon couldn't do, he could do too. However, after the events of the past few days, his confidence had gradually waned. Sometimes he even wondered, if G-Dragon were in his shoes now, would he still commit suicide? Would he feel equally hopeless?
Maybe the result will change. Zheng Yunhao already knew it. When Jingrong lost his mind, his temperament changed drastically, and he was even a little crazy and couldn't get close to him, when all of them were helpless, no matter how anxious or tempting he was, she was unwilling to see them. It was G-Dragon who made Jingrong return to normal. Although she chose to commit suicide again after G-Dragon left, at least during that time, she truly recovered her sanity and everything, otherwise she would not have paralyzed the people around her. Even when Zhang Jingran received his call, he felt that his worry was so incredible!
In fact, when Jung Yunho received the text message from G-Dragon, he also found it unbelievable. He still refused to believe that Jingrong could do such a thing. That was no longer an escape, but a coward! Before this day, he had never thought that this word would be associated with Jingrong.
Besides, Jingrong was not only special to him, they also had a child. Zheng Yunhao closed his eyes, trying not to let his thoughts wander, but he couldn't help but wonder, was it his appearance that made her feel embarrassed? Would letting her be with him make her happier and feel that there was still hope in life?
As soon as Jung Yunho got off the plane, he rushed to the hospital. He saw G-Dragon. In just a day and a half, this popular leader of a group as popular as him had become utterly haggard. He was already thin, and his lack of rest made his face look even more alarming. He looked pale and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. Jung Yunho suppressed his surprise and greeted him calmly, "G-Dragon, xi."
"Senior." G-Dragon bowed politely. When he saw Jung Yunho, his eyes, which always sparkled with sparks, were empty of any emotion. It was as if he could die with the person lying in the ward at any time, like a walking corpse.
Shocking! This is the only word that Jung Yunho can think of at this moment. Although they fell in love with the same person, the person they loved was now missing. Jung Yunho felt that for himself, the nervousness and torment were greater than the pain. He was afraid that Jingrong would not wake up, so he was tormented. He was afraid that the longer she delayed, the lower the possibility of her waking up, so he was nervous. However, Quan Zhilong was much more serious than him. He was in pain, and Jingrong was in pain more than her. So Jingrong hadn't woken up yet, and he had tortured himself into this state.
Jung Yunho sighed softly in his heart. Why bother? Even if Jingrong knew about this, would he feel better? Ultimately, it was because their views on love were different. Jung Yunho couldn't understand G-Dragon's crazy love that made him lose himself. Of course, it could also be that his love wasn't deep enough.
Jung Yunho put aside his preoccupations and stood in front of the ward. He peeked through the small window several times, but couldn't see anyone. He turned around and asked G-Dragon, "Why aren't you awake yet?"
"The doctor said it's very likely she doesn't want to wake up, and they're discussing this with a psychiatrist."
Jung Yunho was silent for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you planning on going to the concert in Malaysia?"
"No, they're going there today to promote it. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Oh." Jung Yunho nodded, and then he was speechless. The silence spread to an awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, G-Dragon said to Jung Yunho, "Senior, can we chat?"
"Um?"
Jing Rong was still in the darkness, and she had her own consciousness, but she didn't know what was going on. She gradually doubted whether she was dead or not. After all, this situation was very strange, almost weird. Moreover, when her consciousness was scattered, she seemed to hear subtle sounds, as if someone was talking in her ear, but when she concentrated her attention, she found that there was no sound at all, as if she had stayed in an empty place for too long and had hallucinations. This was not a good sign. She didn't want to drive herself crazy. But once it was an illusion, twice it was an auditory hallucination, it had happened countless times, and the person's voice seemed somewhat familiar. Jing Rong felt that this might not really be an illusion, she really heard a human voice!
Thinking of that slightly familiar voice, Jing Rong's first reaction was her parents - could it be that she succeeded, her soul returned to her body, but she was unconscious for too long and couldn't wake up all at once, and she would have to wait until she adapted to it before waking up? Thinking of this, Jing Rong couldn't help but feel a little excited, so she simply cleared her mind, thinking about nothing, and immersed herself in the darkness. The feeling became clearer and clearer. It seemed that there were other voices beside the doctor. Then she felt someone holding her hand, and there was a flash of warmth on her face, like the touch of a wrung-out towel against her skin. She still couldn't hear what the people next to her were saying, because they felt some distance away from her. The person closest to her said nothing, but just silently wiped her face, hands, and neck with a towel.
Somehow, Jing Rong felt somewhat familiar. The other person still held her hand tightly, and the touch was very familiar, as if she had held these hands countless times... Gradually, the sound of water came to her ears, and then it disappeared. She felt as if something was blocking her view. Although she was in a dark world, she could still feel what was happening in the outside world, as if a person appeared above her and a hot breath was sprayed over her. Her senses were so sharp that she could even hear the other person's heartbeat. Then, a burning touch was pressed against her cold forehead, and then the other person's voice was pressed against her ear, almost pleading: "Wait for me to come back, dear, you must wait for me to come back..."
After G-Dragon personally took care of Jing Rong, he looked at her deeply under the repeated urging of his agent outside the ward, and finally turned around and left. At this time, there were only the two of them in the ward. When G-Dragon turned around, no one noticed that the person lying lifeless on the bed, her long and beautiful eyelashes like half a butterfly's wings fluttered twice, a very beautiful movement.
"Jiyong, we have to go. If we miss our flight, we'll be doomed."
Quan Zhilong nodded and looked at Jin Nanguo guiltily: "Sorry for the trouble, brother."
Seeing his haggard appearance, Jin Nanguo suddenly lost all his complaints and felt a little sad. The attending doctor next to him looked at Quan Zhilong and said, "It's really a pity. The patient is showing more and more signs of life. If you can continue to stay with him, he may wake up soon."
"I'll finish my trip tomorrow and will be back as soon as possible."
"That's not necessary. The patient's condition is stable and there's no danger in the short term. You can focus on your work. I'll have the special nurse notify you if anything happens."
"Then thank you for your help."
As soon as Quan Zhilong left, the attending doctor wanted to take another look at the patient, but was shocked to find that Jingrong was awake! This was extremely happy for the entire hospital. The usually quiet floor was now bustling with people coming and going.
As soon as Jing Rong opened his eyes, he knew that he had not made it back successfully, so there was no smile on his face. The doctor gave him a routine check-up and hurried back to the office to share the good news, leaving the two professional special nurses looking at Jing Rong who seemed extremely unhappy. Could it be that their previous speculation was correct, and the patient was likely to continue to commit suicide after waking up?
Thinking of this, the special nurses felt that their task became more difficult. Although Jing Rong was immersed in failure and pain, she did not forget to check the things around her. As a result, there were no knives, porcelain or other tools that could be used for self-harm. She knew the hospital's defenses. Jing Rong couldn't help but think wildly, if she really wanted to die, who could stop her?
However, it is really difficult to find such an opportunity in front of the strictly trained special nurses, but that is another story.
Jing Rong had just woken up, and his relatives and friends were the first to get the news. It was so early, Zhang Zhiyao and Cui Yingya were probably sleeping. The two gorgeous young ladies who never went out without makeup came this time without taking care of anything, with disheveled hair and looking sloppy. The one who was a little later than them was Zheng Yunhao. His home was closer to the hospital, but he finally persuaded his agent to give him two hours before he went out. The last to arrive was Zhang Jingran. So far, except for G-Dragon who was already on the way to the airport, everyone who knew Jing Rong's situation had arrived. But there was nothing they could do even though they were all here, because Jing Rong had no intention of seeing them at all.
The young ladies and gentlemen were helpless with Jing Rong and could only drag the doctor out. Cui Yingya was the first to speak: "What's going on? She's already awake, why doesn't she want us to see her?!"
The attending physician had a certain understanding of these two young ladies with extremely bad tempers, so he didn't hesitate and said directly, "Miss, although the patient is awake, it does not mean that she is out of danger. From our observations and research, she still hasn't given up the idea of self-harm!"
The most rational and sober person in this situation was still Zhang Jingran. He calmly asked, "What do you mean?"
"Because from the patient's first reaction after waking up, she didn't show any joy at all, and seemed rather disappointed. Then she carefully looked around the ward and its furnishings. I hazard a guess that she was searching for tools or solutions. Finally, she refused to see you, her closest relatives. This behavior is consistent with her refusal to give up."
Hearing this, even Zhang Jingran fell silent. Instead, Zheng Yunhao asked, "Then, is there any solution?"
"Our special caregiver will stay with the patient 24 hours a day, ensuring she's not left alone. This should keep her safe. As for everything else, we'll observe her for now. If her body functions are normal, we'll then invite a reputable psychologist to provide counseling and treatment."
Zhang Zhiyao asked: "Why do we need to observe first? Can't we just ask a psychologist to come over?" Since it was a mental illness, of course he had to see a psychologist. Zhang Zhiyao felt that there was no time to delay, and even Zhang Jingran agreed. After all, with Jingrong's IQ, if she really kept that idea in mind all the time, it would only take a few minutes for her to get rid of the special care. Just look at how wonderful she was when she lied to them the day before yesterday!
The attending physician smiled bitterly, "We'd like to, too. However, the patient is extremely defensive right now. Even if a psychologist comes, it won't help. We need to calm her down first."
Everyone accepted this, but Jung Yunho hesitated for a moment before asking, "How many special guards do you plan to send to follow her?"
"Two."
Zhang Zhiyao and Zheng Yunhao said at the same time: "Please add one more person."
"No problem. Are there any other concerns?"
"Then please go back. I'll keep you posted if there's anything going on here."
Although the special nurse notified G-Dragon promptly, he rushed from the hospital to the airport, not wasting a moment going through security and boarding. By the time they were seated, the plane was about to take off. G-Dragon took out his phone and saw the text message. It was too late to get off the plane. Seeing his anxious look, Jin Nanguo beside him couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Brother, she's awake."
Jin Nanguo naturally knew who "she" was referring to. Unlike Quan Zhilong's worry and anxiety, Jin Nanguo immediately smiled and said, "That's good. It proves that she is out of danger. Now you don't have to worry. Just prepare for the concert well."
Quan Zhilong nodded and was about to say something, but Jin Nanguo had already reached out and took his phone, saying without hesitation: "Looking at your current state, someone who doesn't know would think I'm torturing you. Go and rest on the plane for a while. If you can't hold on during rehearsal, no one can save you!"
Jing Rong hadn't given up on that idea. Call her paranoid or stubborn, she simply believed she could go home after she died. Of course, even if she couldn't, at least she'd tried, and there was nothing to regret in her death. However, she realized that with three special caregivers following her, her movements were severely restricted. If it were just one or two people, she felt it would be possible to find some time to recover, but with three people, the difficulty increased several times. Of course, Jing Rong wasn't someone who gave up easily. On the first day after waking up, she did nothing. She lay in bed, eating and drinking as she was supposed to. She simply refused to see anyone and refused to cooperate with the doctors. Everything else was normal, which gave the nurses a moment of relief.
After dinner, Jing Rong suggested taking a walk downstairs. The nurses said that there were too many people and suggested that she should rest in the ward since she had just woken up. Jing Rong immediately frowned. This was the first thing she asked for after waking up. The nurses were inevitably a little nervous, but seeing her serious face, they also felt a little guilty.
"When you take care of a patient, don't they even have personal freedom?"
Jing Rong's words were a bit serious. Besides, everyone knew that she was now the largest shareholder of the hospital, that is, the boss, so her satisfaction was directly related to the nurses' jobs. No one wanted to offend her too much. However, Jing Rong's sudden move to ask for help really made people suspicious. The nurses still tried their best to dissuade her, but Jing Rong didn't appreciate it. She glanced at the three of them and sneered, "Are you afraid that I will commit suicide? If I really had that idea, do you think you can stop me?" Jing Rong looked around and said, "Where around here is not a solid place? In ancient times, people would die if they hit wooden pillars, let alone walls. What do you think?"
Jing Rong's words actually frightened the three girls. They looked at each other and finally compromised. The three of them followed Jing Rong downstairs as if protecting their eyes. It turned out that Jing Rong was just taking a walk and looking at the scenery in the hospital. He didn't deliberately go to crowded places. After walking for more than half an hour, he asked to go upstairs without anyone reminding him.
The special nurses breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense nerves in their hearts actually relaxed a little. They felt that Jingrong no longer made noises, ate on time, and was willing to go for a walk, which was probably a sign of easing up. As for the fact that she never said extra words to them and still refused to see relatives and friends, they just thought that she still hadn't figured it out, and after the psychologist's counseling tomorrow, there would probably be no big problem.
Bigbaang's concert in Kuala Lumpur was as successful as ever. G-Dragon did not attend the press conference yesterday, which made the organizers a little unhappy. So when the organizers proposed to celebrate after the concert, they had no reason to refuse. No matter how he felt, G-Dragon seemed to be very well-behaved on the surface. Except for his bad complexion, no one could tell that something big had happened to him recently.
Of course this does not include teammates.
After the celebration party, G-Dragon was the first to return to the car. When others came up one after another, he was on the phone. Jing Rong's phone was still turned off. G-Dragon directly found the special nurse on duty tonight. Of course, the hospital guaranteed that it was 24 hours a day, so naturally he could not relax even when sleeping at night.
The special nurse said on the phone: "The patient is in good condition today. She is cooperating with her treatment, eating, sleeping, and treatment. She just doesn't talk much, but she doesn't look completely immersed in her own world. Although she still refuses to see visitors, in the evening, she took a walk downstairs accompanied by our nurses. It seems that she has not completely given up the idea of living. It should be easy for her to get over the emotional knot. Don't worry..."
Hearing the nurse's completely optimistic description, G-Dragon wasn't exactly thrilled. He wouldn't believe anyone who hadn't witnessed her condition with his own eyes. It wasn't that he was worried about being deceived, but rather that he feared they were among those deceived. Consider the shrewd Zhang Jingran, who was still powerless before Jing Rong. G-Dragon trusted only himself, because he knew her perfectly well.
Of course, this was just what he was thinking. He wouldn't directly say something domineering to the special nurse, "I don't believe what you say at all. Keep your eyes open and watch him carefully." So he reminded her very tactfully, "Even so, I still hope you can be more careful. After all, it's better to be cautious..."
"I know, don't worry sir, we are all professionals!"
"That's good. Sorry for bothering you."
"It should be."
After Quan Zhilong hung up the phone, a head leaned over from the back seat and asked slyly, "Brother, who are you talking to on the phone? It sounds like a strange female voice. Also, what did you tell her to pay attention to and be careful of?"
G-Dragon rudely pushed the head that was resting on his shoulder down, then closed his eyes as if to rest his mind. Seungri was very dissatisfied and wanted to move his head closer again, but Taeyang quickly stopped him: "Stop it, Ji-Dragon. You can tell by the dark circles under his eyes that he has almost caught up with yours. He must have not slept for the past few days."
Seungri then nodded, and complained, "Jiyong didn't say anything. Something big has happened to him recently. Is he going to hide it from us too?"
"Once you know it, everyone in the country will know it," said Dacheng.
Shengli was even more dissatisfied: "No, I've been very tight-lipped, just like my sister-in-law, no one knows about her relationship with Brother Long until now..." Shengli, who was speaking quickly, finally shut up completely under the condemning gaze of his brothers.
Behind the sun was Top. Top leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Yongpei, I feel like you know something."
Taiyang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I really hope I'm wrong."
"Is it serious?"
"Well, it must not be spread out."
"Okay, when you can tell us, tell us."
Taiyang smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."
Top just patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more. There was a moment of silence in the car, and they soon arrived at the hotel. G-Dragon was indeed very tired. He fell asleep on such a short journey. Of course, his sleep was very light. He felt it when the car stopped, and then he opened his eyes and pushed open the door and got out of the car with a very neat movement.
Arriving at the hotel room, G-Dragon's first thing wasn't to shower, but to pack his luggage. Even though he didn't have much stuff to begin with, he still had to pack it. He had a flight around 9 a.m. the next day, which would arrive in Seoul around dusk, the earliest flight, and there were no direct flights at that time. While G-Dragon was sorting his clothes, thinking, there was a knock on the door. He put down his things and went to open it. Standing at the door was his good friend, Taeyang. He abandoned his usual gentle smile and looked at G-Dragon seriously.
Quan Zhilong took a step forward to let Taeyang in, closed the door, and returned to the bed to continue with his work while asking, "What's wrong?"
"Zhilong, your recent abnormal behavior...is it because of Jingrong?"
G-Dragon neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply asked, "And then?"
Taeyang took a step forward and looked straight at Quan Zhilong: "Doesn't she want to live anymore?"
Quan Zhilong paused, then immediately raised his head, staring at the sun with burning eyes: "Yongbae, what do you know?"
"I guessed right, didn't I?"
Quan Zhilong nodded, his pretense of indifference vanishing completely. He smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I was in a hurry to return home when I was in the Philippines because Chairman Xue passed away and her personality changed drastically. After comforting her, I flew back to the Philippines the next day. But she ended up... cutting her wrists at noon that day and has been in a coma ever since. The doctor said she had no will to live, and she didn't wake up until this morning..."
Hearing this, Taiyang took two steps back and sat down on the ground. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of self-blame and remorse. "I should have noticed it sooner. I clearly noticed something was wrong at the time, but why didn't I pay attention? Why did I believe she could handle any blow..."
Quan Zhilong didn't hear Taeyang's mumbling clearly, but he looked a little worried. He walked over and pulled Taeyang up, asking, "You haven't told me yet, how did you guess that?"
Taeyang shook his head: "I'll tell you about this later, Zhilong. Your flight time tomorrow should be different from the one we bought, right?"
Quan Zhilong nodded: "You are not in a hurry. The flight will be around 1 am tomorrow morning and will arrive in six or seven hours. You don't have to waste time on connecting flights, and you can get more rest."
"I'll change my ticket to the same one as yours. I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."
Quan Zhilong thought about it and nodded. Although the matter couldn't be made public, since Taiyang had already guessed it, it was okay for him to go. Besides, considering his relationship with Jingrong, he might be able to enlighten her. Quan Zhilong warned, "But this matter can't be made public for the time being. After all, if it gets out, it will be very detrimental to the Xue Group..."
"I know, don't worry." Taeyang nodded. "Go to bed early. I'll go back to pack my things." As he said that, Taeyang walked up and patted G-Dragon on the shoulder, and his intention of comfort was obvious.
The next day, the doctor came in for a routine checkup. Although Jing Rong still had a cold expression, she cooperated a little. The attending doctor couldn't tell whether he was happy or wary. When he finished the checkup and was about to leave, he asked Jing Rong, "Ms. Xue, your friends have requested a visit today. If you'd like, you can have two hours..."
Before the attending doctor could finish, Jing Rong's face darkened: "No need."
The attending physician stopped talking, glanced at the nearest nurse, and turned to leave. Returning to his office, he wrote in his notepad: "His mood has stabilized somewhat, and is gradually changing in a positive direction. However, it's still unclear, and requires continued observation and guidance."
After the doctors left, Jing Rong still had no expression on her face, but her complexion looked better. After breakfast, she asked the special nurses to take her out for a walk. This time, the special nurses had no objection and followed her out after they had tidied up. Jing Rong still just walked around to enjoy the scenery and did not communicate with the people around her. She also deliberately avoided crowded places, and the walk was still for half an hour. Without waiting for their reminders, Jing Rong automatically walked towards the inpatient department.
Such a cooperative and self-conscious patient made the special nurses feel relieved. They had been personally educated by the director before, and they were nervous before taking on this task, thinking that the patient would be very difficult to take care of. In fact, he was quite easy to take care of. Thinking of this, the special nurses relaxed their care for Jing Rong, but others could not notice it, and the three of them still followed one person closely, thinking that Jing Rong could not escape their sight.
After lunch at noon, Jing Rong took the three special nurses downstairs for a walk as usual. Half an hour later, they finished their walk and returned to the ward. Jing Rong lay on the bed to rest. One of the nurses sat inside to guard, and the other two went out and chatted in the corridor. The nurses were all young girls and were not unfamiliar with Jing Rong. In addition, Zheng Yunhao’s frequent appearances recently had made them excited for a long time. However, the appearance of G-Dragon was a complete surprise. When they received the notice to take care of Jing Rong, they thought they would see Jing Rong’s good friend Taeyang, but it turned out that G-Dragon, who seemed to have nothing in common, appeared so frequently, and compared with Zheng Yunhao, he looked more like Jing Rong’s boyfriend!
The two special nurses, taking a break from their busy schedules, gossiped enthusiastically, shifting from the complex love triangle between Jingrong, G-Dragon, and Jung Yunho to their boss. They'd previously considered Jingrong all sorts of high-class, goddess-like, and inviolable, but now they knew even goddesses could have their downfalls. Based on their observations of Jingrong from yesterday to today, they weren't as worried as the doctors. They felt Jingrong had probably suffered a major blow and was withdrawing into herself. As she'd said, if she was truly determined to commit suicide, why not just bang her head against the wall or the table? There was no way they could rule out any possibility.
It's true that once people let their guard down, problems can easily arise. Jing Rong's sleep schedule is very regular. She naps for about an hour, wakes naturally, gets up, drinks some chicken soup the hourly nurse brings her at noon, and then lies down on her bed to read. The three special caregivers have nothing to do. Two sit on the sofa nearby, and the other sits closer to her. Jing Rong occasionally glances at them and suddenly says, "If you're tired, take turns resting. There's nothing much to do here." There's really no way around the sleepy autumn weather.
The three special nurses hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't resist the call of sleep. The younger one went to the duty room to rest. As for the remaining two, one leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, while the other forced himself to stay awake.
After reading for a while, Jingrong seemed a little tired, so he got out of bed and stood by the window, looking down at the building without saying a word. He always thought that autumn was the most beautiful season. The weather was good, almost always sunny, and the warm sun shone on the body, and the whole person exuded laziness from the bones. This was the case at that moment. The afternoon sun was the warmest. Their downstairs was facing a lawn with flowers, plants and trees. There were many people on it, some pushing wheelchairs, some with big bellies being supported by others, and many children playing games there carefree and happy.
Jingrong seemed to be staring in a trance.
A special nurse stood beside Jing Rong. Seeing her staring blankly downstairs, she felt a slight sense of worry. Although they were used to seeing her capable and wise side on screen, and her colleagues often referred to her as "capable," in the eyes of those who had close contact with Jing Rong, they didn't think she was strong or anything like that. This girl was only in her early twenties, and the huge burden of the Xue Group fell on her shoulders. So what if many people envied her background? At least among her peers, most had loving parents to protect them from the wind and rain, but she, on the other hand, had just lost her only relative... The special nurse thought of Jing Rong's unborn child from Chairman Xue's death, and suddenly she couldn't suppress her heartache. Seeing Jing Rong staring downstairs with an incomprehensible look, she immediately interpreted it as envy. So she wanted Jing Rong to go downstairs and experience it too. There were so many lovely children down there, like angels. Maybe it would inspire Jing Rong's emotions and, ideally, inspire the maternal love in her heart. This would also be good for her child...
Thinking of this, the special nurse stepped forward, looked at Jing Rong, and said gently: "Miss Xue, do you want to go downstairs for a walk?"
Jing Rong raised his head and looked at the other person: "Won't it be troublesome?"
"Not at all!" He smiled and shook his head, then added, "I'll go wake them both up. Please wait a moment."
"No need." Jing Rong seemed a little hesitant. He glanced at the girl leaning on the sofa and said, "Just call her. Let the other one rest for a while. We won't stay downstairs for too long."
The nurse thought about it and finally nodded: "Okay."
Jing Rong basked in the sun on the lawn for a while, but unlike the special caregiver's expectations, she didn't mingle with the adorable little angels. Seeing the noisy children gave her a headache, and she had no desire to interact with them at all. As Jing Rong herself said, she didn't stay on the lawn for long. She stood up and walked around, and somehow she ended up at the back, at the front, at the hospital outpatient department.
The outpatient department is always busier than the inpatient department, and today it was even busier because a patient's family was causing trouble. The doctor-patient relationship is tense everywhere.
From a distance, they saw a group of people gathered in front of them. The noise of shouting and talking was too loud to be heard clearly. Seeing Jingrong curiously wanting to go over, a special nurse pulled her back and said, "Ms. Xue, it's a bit chaotic over there. Let's not go there."
"What's going on?"
"Maybe one of the patient's family members is causing trouble."
Jing Rong frowned when he heard this: "This is a hospital, how can we tolerate others making unreasonable troubles?"
"There's nothing we can do about it. They're being unreasonable, so we can only persuade them." The nurse said this with a hint of indignation on her face, but at least she remembered her job and tried to persuade Jingrong to leave. However, Jingrong glanced at her coldly and suddenly became imposing. "Whoever dares to cause trouble in our house, come up and see."
Jing Rong had been as well-behaved as a sick cat these past few days. The special nurses hadn't seen her before, so her sudden burst of power startled the two young women. By the time they realized what was happening, she had already stepped forward. It wasn't known if it was fate or something else, but when she approached, a fight had just broken out. The onlookers retreated, and the scene was in chaos. After the two special nurses checked everyone present, they realized Jing Rong was truly missing. The two young women immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Under the guidance of a caring person, they hurriedly called the inpatient building's duty room and rushed over without hesitation.
Jing Rong was standing on the rooftop, more than 20 stories high. If she jumped, she wouldn't survive, right? Jing Rong hadn't imagined such a spectacular death. However, under such tight security, she could only find this one chance at most. If she failed, there might be no other way in the future. So, she wouldn't easily do the "wall and table" banging she had threatened the nurses with. What if she didn't die, but instead caused them to pay close attention and erect soft foam on the wall, she would never be able to succeed again.
Jing Rong glanced down, her heart skipping a beat. If she really jumped, she would probably be covered in blood. Thinking this, Jing Rong reached out to grab the railing, one foot stepped over, and when she was about to step over with the other, she suddenly paused, as if her movements were controlled by something. The pause was very short, perhaps only a second or two, but in that one or two seconds, a group of people suddenly emerged from the rooftop. The two at the head rushed over like rockets and carried Jing Rong away from the edge of the rooftop without saying a word.
When she was sent downstairs, Jing Rong looked back at the railing. She was strangely still at that moment and her heartbeat almost stopped because of nervousness. When the group of people behind her rushed over to grab her, it was like the magic was broken. Deep disappointment surged in her heart. She knew that she had failed again and might never find such a good opportunity again.
At that moment, was it her subconscious that was stopping her, or was there really something or someone?
Before Jing Rong had time to think deeply, she was sent to the ward. Then the doctors rushed in and quickly gave her a sedative. Seeing Jing Rong close her eyes, everyone in the ward left and the ward returned to silence.
The author has something to say: When Brother Long returned to Seoul in the evening, he was greeted by news that the girl had committed suicide again...
Haha, a rich guy every day——
Miye Lanyuan threw a mine. Throwing time: 2014-03-19 10:26:42
The person waiting for the next shift threw a rocket launcher. Time of throwing: 2014-03-19 09:31:34
Ignore me, I want to be quiet, I threw a mine. Throwing time: 2014-03-19 08:24:50
Thank you, my friends.
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