"Your previous private doctor did a physical exam for you, right? He seemed very responsible; if there were any problems, he would be even more worried than you are."
Her voice drifted softly in the darkness, like a gentle breeze.
After rambling on for a long time,
Jing Min remained unresponsive, like a silent statue.
Chu Wuyang breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued:
"What are you afraid of? You're so rich, even if you get sick, all the doctors will be with you, and the most advanced medical technology will be provided to you immediately."
Her words carried a hint of comfort, yet also a deliberate sense of detachment.
Jing Min snorted twice, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, and lay down directly with his back to her. The movement was swift and decisive, as if he were sulking.
Not a single word of it was something I wanted to hear.
Jingmin said sullenly:
"And what about you?"
His voice came from the darkness, carrying a hint of expectation, yet also a hint of trepidation at the fear of hearing the answer.
Chu Wuyang was stunned by his childish temper and for a moment forgot to say anything.
Unable to get an answer, Jingmin stubbornly turned around and asked again.
His eyes were fixed on Chu Wuyang, not missing a single change in her expression.
Chu Wuyang said calmly:
"Of course I'll wait."
Her tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
Jing Min frowned.
"What?"
Chu Wuyang looked at him, her expression serious:
"I'm not a doctor, I can't save people, so all I can do is wait!"
Chu Wuyang wasn't lying when she said this; a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
No matter how much hatred and conflict existed between the two, she still prioritized life and death.
She remembered when he was bitten by a sea snake and poisoned, even though he kept calling out other people's names while he was unconscious, didn't she still stay with him and wait for him?
Thinking of this, she felt a pang of sadness.
But upon closer reflection, even she vaguely sensed that Jing Min might have truly inherited Jin Lanyue's mental illness, and Jing Min himself couldn't possibly be unaware of that, could he?
Otherwise, they wouldn't have asked such a straightforward question.
Why ask her then? Do men also have a "sixth sense"? Could they sense her impending actions?
Jing Min, finding the words somewhat agreeable, didn't press further.
He just lay there quietly, lost in thought.
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