There once seemed to be someone...
After the doctor diagnosed his condition and Qiu Hongbo went to get the medicine, Meng Jingxuan showed Bing Jie his mobile phone. The cause of the car accident and the video clips of the scene were exposed. Fans who are familiar with Qi Jixin can naturally recognize the special license plate number.
Xuan Jiazhuo also immediately issued a statement to appease fans. It was a concise public relations article that only conveyed two things: the car accident was real and the injuries were being treated.
Seeing Bing Jie's still furrowed brow, Meng Jingxuan comforted him: "He can be transferred to another hospital. I don't think his injuries are serious. Don't worry too much."
Bing Jie was also worried about this, but what made him most nervous was whether her memory would show signs of recovery under such stimulation. Shaking his head to interrupt his thoughts, he talked about other things to divert his attention.
"Is this car accident a coincidence?" When it comes to Qi Jixin, Bing Jie can't help but use extremely strict standards to speculate on everything.
Meng Jingxuan shook his head and read him the latest news from the scene: "It's said that the couple is divorcing. The man was a domestic abuser in the marriage and now he wants to kill his wife directly... Oh my God, he's such a beast."
Bing Jie also sighed, lamenting for the woman and feeling sorry for Qi Jixin, who was innocently implicated. In his heart, he simply cursed her as a lunatic. Qiu Hongbo hurried over to report on the results of the battle to get the medicine.
He met Xuan Jiazhuo and learned about Qi Jixin's injuries, including a broken hand and a mild concussion, not to mention the various wounds all over his body.
"Sister Zhuo has scrapes all over her face and arms, and she walks with a slight limp. It looks like she's been seriously injured."
"There are no other assistants here?" Bing Jie was puzzled. As far as he knew, Qi Jixin had three or four assistants, big and small. Why did he have to rely on the patient to run around?
"Sister Zhuo said she was worried about others and that leaking her privacy would cause her to have to go through the hassle of transferring to another hospital. That's why she did everything herself." Qiu Hongbo was halfway through his words when he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right, she also said she would come to see you later."
Meng Jingxuan jumped up from his chair and left immediately. Qiu Hongbo went out to see him off. Bing Jie told his assistant to just go back and rest and not to come tomorrow. After arranging everything, he leaned against the head of the bed and sat quietly with his eyes closed.
Every time he had an allergy, his head would swell up along with difficulty breathing. He already had a headache, and hearing about her injuries made the dull pain even more intense. Bing Jie pressed his solar plexus with one hand, his expression so painful that his brows were furrowed.
Sister Zhuo came uninvited and opened the door directly. What she saw was him leaning against the head of the bed with a haggard look. Bing Jie did not hear any movement at the door because of his buzzing ears.
"I thought you were faking illness, but it seems your condition is really serious." Sister Zhuo's voice was not loud, and there was no sarcasm in her usual tone. She just spoke calmly.
Bing Jie cleared his throat and spoke hoarsely, "I heard something happened to you..." Seeing Xuan Jiazhuo with four or five wounds on her face, he paused for two seconds, pointed to the chair beside the bed, and then continued, "Find someone else to replace you. You need to rest for your injuries."
Xuan Jiazhuo pulled out a chair and sat down, with a hint of temptation in her eyes, as if she wanted to see through the disguise of the person in front of her with her eyes. She just shook her head and stopped talking.
"How is she?" Bing Jie frowned even more after asking the most concerned question. Although he had heard Qiu Hongbo say it before, he still couldn't help but feel worried after hearing it again.
After explaining the injury in a relaxed tone, Sister Zhuo lowered her head and forced a smile. "Boss, Ji Xin's injury is so serious. Is it okay for me to ask you for some time off?"
Bing Jie immediately agreed to her request and said that if she didn't trust those assistants, he could send someone to guard Qi Jixin. Xuan Jiazhuo looked at him thoughtfully. Bing Jie thought she was still wary of him, so he explained, "Don't worry, I won't take the opportunity to get close to her."
Xuan Jiazhuo blinked wistfully, turned his head to look out the dark window, and said with relief and compromise, "Your ward should be moved upstairs. With you as her companion, she shouldn't be too lonely."
Chaos and collisions were happening right before his eyes, and the pain was real. Qi Jixin had been in a daze since he was transferred to the hospital. Even if he fell asleep, he would wake up after a while.
When she woke up again in the middle of the night, she found her hand on someone's face, and that person's hand was lightly covering the back of her hand. She tilted her head and looked at the person lying on the edge of the bed. The sky outside the window was suddenly bright, not enough to illuminate the entire room, but enough for her to see the person clearly - it was Bing Jie.
She didn't have time to think about why he was guarding here. The moment she saw who it was, her whole body stiffened, a chill spread through her limbs, and the dull pain in her head came again. She almost subconsciously pulled back her hand.
Bing Jie has always been a light sleeper. As soon as she moved her hand, he woke up. Looking closely, he saw that her eyes were wide open in panic, and the hand that still had his warmth was tightly pressed against her heart.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's me." Bing Jie turned on the bedside lamp and comforted her in a gentle tone.
Qi Jixin still looked at him with horror in her eyes. Bing Jie didn't know what to do. In the past, he would have hugged her in his arms without hesitation, but now, he didn't have the status to do that.
Seeing her trying to get up by supporting herself with one hand, Bing Jie gently pressed her shoulders and was about to raise the headboard, but Qi Jixin shook her head and insisted on sitting up. After helping her to sit up, Bing Jie was about to step back and sit on the chair, but she slowly said, "Can you hug me?"
The night light emitted a faint and soft light, giving everything a layer of gentleness. Bing Jie couldn't see clearly her expression as she turned her back to the light, but when he saw her looking up at him, he no longer cared about keeping a distance and sat down on the bed and held her in his arms.
Qi Jixin's eyes suddenly became moist. She rested her chin on his shoulder and put one hand around his waist. After adjusting her mood, she left his shoulder and took Bing Jie's hand.
"Your voice is hoarse, is it because of food allergies?" She looked at Bing Jie, whose face was gentle, and asked softly. Bing Jie blinked in panic and stared at her nervously, "Why...why are you asking that?"
Qi Jixin smiled faintly, also a little puzzled: "I pulled my hand back just now, not because I was scared by your appearance, but because I suddenly felt that I seemed to have seen that scene before, so I just followed my inner thoughts and wanted you to hug me to see if I could remember anything more."
"Have you thought of anything?" Bing Jie subconsciously asked, but he regretted asking the next second. "Maybe it was just a dream. How do you feel now? Does the wound still hurt?"
Qi Jixin was very clear and organized, answering his questions one by one.
"Hearing your voice, an idea popped into my mind. It seems there was someone like this before, whose throat became hoarse due to food allergies. I asked you to confirm whether this was just my imagination or - it really happened."
When she said this, her expression became obviously excited. Although she was still tired and listless, Bing Jie's heart sank to the bottom. It was obvious that she had recovered some of her memories, which was what Bing Jie least wanted to see.
"This feeling of déjà vu may be what you get from watching videos. Now you are sick and your memory is confused." He struggled to explain. Qi Jixin bit her lip and nodded, agreeing that what he said made sense.
A patient is a patient after all, and her usual vigilance and observance are almost non-existent now. Normally, it would be extremely difficult for Bing Jie to change the subject with her, but tonight, he almost dominated the conversation with her.
His words were gentle and his tone was calm. After chatting for a while, Qi Jixin fell asleep. Seeing her sleeping peacefully, Bing Jie could no longer fall asleep. Restlessness surged in his heart, and boiling blood washed over his limbs. He left the ward silently and stood on the cold balcony, distracted.
He subconsciously reached for his pocket, only to realize belatedly that he had already made up his mind to quit smoking, so naturally he would not carry cigarettes with him anymore. His empty hands rested on the railing soaked by the cold wind, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the cold iron. When he came to his senses, he smiled wistfully.
It turned out that the song he had just played was the same song he had played for her.
"What do I want? Do I want you to come back or not?" He murmured softly, but closed his eyes sadly. However, his back was still as straight as a pine tree, and from the back, there was no sign of dejection on his face.
Since Bing Jie had moved to the ward next to Qi Jixin, Meng Jingxuan was now completely unable to visit him. However, that didn't stop him from sending a message to Bing Jie.
Qi Jixin was still asleep in the morning. Sister Zhuo got up early to take over the shift. When she saw Bing Jie's haggard appearance, she knew that he had not slept all night, so she let him go back and rest.
"I brought you a meal. I've left it next door. You can heat it up and eat it when you wake up. I'll call you if anything happens here. Just go back to sleep." After saying that, Sister Zhuo was about to push open the balcony door, but Bing Jie turned around and looked at her, saying, "She seemed to have remembered something."
Sister Zhuo slowly turned around, looking at him, and also at the morning sun rising slowly from the morning mist behind him. The light golden light illuminated the entire city, and the morning light naturally fell on him as well. She smiled and said, "You look like a god with golden light."
Bing Jie was originally looking through the French window at Qi Jixin sleeping peacefully on the bed. Hearing this, he frowned in confusion. Xuan Jiazhuo said with relief, "I said it on her behalf."
Xuan Jiazhuo decided to tell the secret that had been hidden for so long. In fact, the real decision was made yesterday. To be exact, it was when Qi Jixin was unconscious in the car when he was transferred to another hospital.
"When she escaped from you, she didn't get hurt right away. But she wasn't lucid during that time. She was confused and frightened, and her condition was very bad." Seeing the pain between Bing Jie's brows deepen, Sister Zhuo gave up torturing him and said directly, "But she repeatedly told me that she loves you and doesn't hate you."
Having said this, Bing Jie opened his eyes wide. He could hardly keep his balance and had to hold on to the railing to maintain his standing position. The tip of his nose, which had been quietly sore several times during the night, could no longer be controlled and his eyes immediately became moist. He blinked frantically to try to hold back the tears, but it was in vain. The words that came out of his mouth were also trembling.
"How...how could this happen?" He said absentmindedly, his words full of doubt that he himself didn't believe.
Xuan Jiazhuo was also very sad. She whispered, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to take her away from you. I just wanted her to be away from the pain she once had." She choked up a little, raised her hand to wipe away the tears that slid down her cheek, and added, "She was unconscious on the way to the hospital, but she kept saying your name. I think she can't live without you."
Bing Jie looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, tears quietly sliding down his face. He smiled with sudden realization. As far as he could remember, the last time he cried was at his wedding with her.
It was tears of happiness that time, and it was tears of happiness this time too.
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