Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Jiang Ranran hurriedly wiped them away, afraid of missing any of Gu Tingchen's reactions. Jiang Ranran had to see every move of his clearly before she could feel at ease.
Soon, doctors rushed in and surrounded Gu Tingchen in three layers, and Jiang Ranran was pushed to the edge.
Looking at Gu Tingchen in the crowd, Jiang Ranran silently clenched his fists: "Gu Tingchen, you must wake up."
Time passed very slowly. Jiang Ranran didn't understand what the doctors were doing. Why couldn't they give an answer after mumbling for a long time? She stood on the periphery and gradually felt like an ant on a hot pan, running around in a panic.
"The patient's vital signs are stable and he is no longer in danger of death. His fever has also eased." After repeated confirmation, the doctor turned around and said solemnly to Jiang Ranran.
At this moment, Jiang Ranran finally let go of her anxious heart.
The silent complaints she had felt towards the doctor just now disappeared with these words.
After the doctors left one after another, Jiang Ranran sat back next to Gu Tingchen. At this point, she could sit down calmly and look carefully at her husband, the man who loved her deeply.
In fact, Jiang Ranran has always known that Gu Tingchen loves her, but she blames Gu Tingchen, blaming his rationality that outweighs his feelings for her.
Because she had lost her mind, Jiang Ranran was willing to take risks alone to save Gu Tingchen. She risked her life for Gu Tingchen, but Gu Tingchen was still able to remain rational in the face of danger, even when she was in danger.
This is something Jiang Ranran cannot accept.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ranran lowered her eyes, and a clear tear rolled down from her eye socket, hitting the back of her hand with a cool sound.
Just as he was about to wipe it off, a hoarse and heavy voice sounded beside him: "Don't cry, it's my fault."
Jiang Ranran realized something and suddenly raised her head. She saw that Gu Tingchen had opened his eyes slightly and was looking at her with an apologetic look. His lips were pale and cracked, and his eyes were tired and lacking.
"You're awake." Jiang Ranran didn't blame him for anything at this moment.
Gu Tingchen didn't say anything, but just blinked his eyes gently as a response to Jiang Ranran.
Jiang Ranran gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Gu Tingchen. The tenderness in her eyes was like moonlight spreading across the earth, enveloping Gu Tingchen.
But Gu Tingchen deliberately avoided Jiang Ranran's sight and turned his face away.
Suddenly, he curled his lips and smiled bitterly as if in a mocking manner: "I just had a dream. In the dream, I said that everything between us was a misunderstanding. In the dream, you said..." When Gu Tingchen said this, he suddenly seemed to choke up, his throat was pressed down, and he couldn't say a word.
He was afraid that if he said one more word, his voice would tremble and his vulnerability would be exposed.
Even at this point, his damn pride still wouldn't allow him to cry.
"That's not a dream." Jiang Ranran gently held Gu Tingchen's hand and said seriously.
A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Gu Tingchen's gray eyes. He looked at Jiang Ranran in disbelief, as if waiting for her to confirm it again before he would believe it.
Jiang Ranran's eyes were filled with tears, and clear tears fell uncontrollably. "As long as you are fine, I can choose to forget that incident. I know you can't love me like I do, lose your mind and do whatever it takes."
She is like a fire. When she falls in love with someone, she will burn with her whole body and become hot.
Gu Tingchen smiled bitterly, holding Jiang Ranran's hand, his eyes filled with helplessness: "What can I say? I am a rational person, especially in the face of major events. Moreover, you were in such danger at the time, I couldn't be irrational."
"This is not a question of love or not, it's a question of different thinking." Gu Tingchen chuckled, with a hint of mockery in his smile.
Jiang Ranran nodded, but there seemed to be a knot in her heart. She believed that love meant losing reason.
"The doctor said that you are out of danger. You should rest well. I will cook porridge for you myself and bring it to you later." Jiang Ranran said calmly, then stood up and prepared to leave.
As soon as he turned around, Gu Tingchen's big hand suddenly grabbed Jiang Ranran: "Ranran, can I not be your ex-husband?"
When the word "ex-husband" was mentioned, Gu Tingchen felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was these two words that made him feel that they were finished, and he was finished too...
Jiang Ranran's heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, making it hard to breathe, but she managed to squeeze out a smile: "Just hold on, and don't sign, okay?"
Gu Tingchen's heart seemed to finally be at ease. He smiled with relief, "Don't worry, I definitely won't sign."
Gu Tingchen let go of Jiang Ranran's hand. Jiang Ranran gave Mo Cheng a few more instructions before walking out of the hospital gate, preparing to go home and personally make something nutritious for Gu Tingchen.
Jiang Ranran's every move was under Meng Xianchen's surveillance at this time.
On the monitor, Meng Xianchen could see every move of Jiang Ranran clearly. At this moment, Meng Xianchen's face was full of gloom, and his mind kept recalling Jiang Ranran's words of rejection.
"It seems that they have reconciled." Meng Xianchen looked at Jiang Ranran's face and couldn't help feeling regretful.
At the same time, Country R.
A huge complex of buildings stands in the suburbs, all in European classical style, looking like a maze.
In a very magnificent room in an ancient castle in the center, Rosa was sobbing quietly.
"Teacher, you don't know that the young master blew up my club without even notifying me in advance. That's not a big deal, but his reason was to save a woman, an insignificant woman!"
It turned out that Lusa came to complain.
On the hand-woven carpet, a white-haired old man was sitting in an armchair with his eyes slightly closed, looking leisurely and comfortable. There was a book on his knees, and he seemed a little tired.
"What kind of woman? How insignificant can she be?" The old man seemed to be completely unconcerned about the bombing of Rosa's club. He only cared about what kind of woman his son was fascinated by.
Lusa then exaggerated, "She's a married woman! And she already has three children! She has no taste and poor character!"
After hearing what Lusa said, the old man finally opened his eyes and frowned somewhat unhappily.
"Are you serious?" The old man frowned deeper and deeper, as if he was very concerned about this matter. He could not tolerate his son finding such a despicable woman as his partner.
Lusa nodded rapidly, grasping the old man's point of concern and continuing, "Yes, absolutely true."
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