He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of Rong Yan.
Rong Yan and the others just then pushed the door open and came in.
"Ye Jianming, you're awake. Are you alright?" Rong Yan asked with concern.
"His name is Ye Jianming? Young Master Ye, thank you so much for today. I'm willing to do anything to repay your great kindness." Gu Fang was about to kneel again.
"Is everyone alright?" Ye Jianming asked.
“Fu Jingsheng hasn’t woken up yet. The doctor said he’s not in any life-threatening danger, but he hit his head and may suffer some aftereffects.” Rong Yan lowered her eyes.
Ye Jianming opened his eyes wide in disbelief. In his excitement, he slapped his left arm, which was wrapped in bandages, with his right hand and cried out in pain.
"Oh dear, Fu Jingsheng has been played dumb?"
"How am I supposed to explain this to my aunt and grandma?" Rong Yan felt uneasy.
"I'll go see him." Ye Jianming tried to get up, but the doctor stopped him. His hands and feet had just been set and he couldn't move.
Rong Yan stayed for five minutes before returning to Fu Jingsheng's ward.
Before she even woke up, Rong Yan actually went to see Ye Jianming.
Fu Jingsheng was consumed by jealousy. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, waiting to see when she would return. If she was more than five minutes away, he would have to scare her.
When Rong Yan returned to Fu Jingsheng's ward, she was preoccupied with her thoughts.
She first explained Ye Jianming's condition: the driver was awake and fine, but was Fu Jingsheng's constitution so weak that he had been unconscious until now?
"Fu Jingsheng, don't you work out every day? How come you're so weak?" Rong Yan thought to herself that if being gentle didn't work, she would try being forceful. She had heard that some people couldn't wake up, but a little stimulation would make them feel better.
Then she said a lot of sarcastic things about Fu Jingsheng.
Sure enough, the man couldn't hold back any longer and opened his eyes: "Who's insulting me?"
Unaware that Fu Jingsheng was faking it, Rong Yan cried as she saw the man wake up, nestled in his arms.
"It hurts, I touched my wound." Fu Jingsheng gritted his teeth.
"I'm sorry." The woman stood up in a fluster.
"Give me a kiss, a kiss will make it stop hurting." The man pouted.
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