Nan Zhi didn't turn around. She kept walking forward, but before she had taken more than a few steps, she heard a muffled groan.
She turned around and saw Jiang Qingyan clutching his chest, a bright red stain on his lips that was particularly striking.
"Zhizhi, I'm sorry..." He forced a pale smile, trying to smile at her, but his body collapsed weakly in front of her.
Nanzhi walked over, wanting to help him up, but her palm touched something wet.
She looked away and saw that her palm was covered in blood...
She reached for her phone to call 120, but she couldn't find it anywhere.
She went to find him, but couldn't touch him.
Someone passed by, and she begged them to save Jiang Qingyan.
Perhaps because they looked so disheveled and frightening, no one offered to help them.
She had to struggle to lift him up all by herself.
He was wearing a black overcoat, with a large patch of blood spreading across his back.
Nanzhi dared not touch his back, so she could only bend over and carry him on her back, moving forward step by step with difficulty.
High heels were difficult to walk in, so she simply took them off and walked barefoot to the roadside with difficulty.
She tried to flag down a car, but no passing vehicle stopped when they saw the person on her back who seemed to be in critical condition.
Nanzhi could only carry him on her back and desperately move forward.
Sweat dripped down her forehead in large drops.
His head rested limply against her neck, and she could clearly feel his breathing growing weaker and weaker.
"Jiang Qingyan, we'll be at the hospital soon..."
"You're not allowed to die... I don't want to... I don't want to owe you anything..."
later……
"Jiang Qingyan, what should I do..." Something slid down her cheek, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "I can't save you..."
Nan Zhi looked at the illusory road before her, and her body floated down. The world turned into countless overlapping images, and everything around her returned to silence.
Nan Zhi didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she opened her eyes, she stared quietly at the ceiling above her head. After a long silence, she finally sat up.
The room was unfamiliar, but the colors were her favorite warm tones.
She lifted the covers and was about to get out of bed when she saw the gauze wrapped around her feet.
Images from her memory flooded back. Ignoring the pain in her foot, she was about to walk out when she heard another sound coming from inside the room.
"Madam, you're awake."
The sudden sound startled Nanzhi. She clutched her chest and looked up to see a woman dressed as a maid sitting not far from the bed.
What are you doing here?
"I'm sorry, madam, I frightened you." The maid came over and said apologetically, "It was the master who instructed me to come and watch over you. He said you would be scared if you were alone."
"Madam?" Nanzhi frowned.
The maid bowed respectfully: "Yes, you are the master's wife, we should all call you Madam."
"Who is sir?"
"Of course it's Mr. Jiang."
"Where is he? I need to see him."
The maid fell silent.
Nanzhi's tone turned somber: "He's dead?"
"No." The maid shook her head. "Madam, the master is not dead, but he is seriously injured. He had been receiving treatment, but when he heard that you went to find Xiao Kai alone, he interrupted his treatment and ran to find you."
The injury was too severe...
Treatment interrupted...
The maid looked at Nanzhi's face and continued, "His wounds have all reopened, and he has now fallen unconscious. The doctor is treating him, but his condition is not optimistic."
Thinking of the blood on his back, Nanzhi whispered, "Will he...die?"
"I don't know, but Dr. Jost said the prognosis is grim."
Nanzhi remained silent for a long time.
"I'd like to go see him, is that alright?"
“Yes, that’s fine,” the maid said. “I’ll go get your wheelchair.”
Soon the maid brought the wheelchair.
Nanzhi felt it was unnecessary.
The maid said, "Madam, if you don't use a wheelchair and go through this, the master will feel sorry for you."
Nanzhi asked instinctively, "How do you know if he feels heartbroken?"
The maid said, "Madam, just from the fact that Master risked his life to find you, I know that he cares about you very much."
Nanzhi fell silent, thinking about what happened at the bar.
At that time, she could indeed have killed Xiao Kai.
But it also means she has to go to jail.
It was Jiang Qingyan who appeared and stopped her.
But why did he pretend to be dead to deceive her and the original owner of this body?
Since he didn't die, why didn't he stop the original owner from committing suicide in the original story?
Is it because he is receiving treatment?
Or did he never like the original owner of the body at all?
It was all a deception.
The problems she could think of, the original owner of this body could naturally think of as well.
The moment she saw Jiang Qingyan lying on the hospital bed through the glass, with doctors frantically trying to save him.
She could clearly feel a pain in her heart.
She didn't know if it was the original owner of the body or herself.
She instinctively clutched her chest, asking herself, "He deceived you, don't you hate him?"
The original owner said, "Zhizhi, it was I who wronged him. He had been very good to me. My suicide was my choice, not his fault. Now I just hope that he can live well."
Nanzhi didn't quite understand, so she continued watching the busy doctors without saying anything more.
More than an hour later, the doctors came out.
The foreign male doctor at the very front is Dr. Jost.
He took off his mask and said to Nanzhi, "There are more than fifty wounds of various sizes on my back. The bleeding had already stopped, but because he abruptly stopped the treatment, the wounds reopened and I lost too much blood."
But don't worry, madam, as long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to my husband.
However, his injuries were too severe; he will remain in a coma for at least another month before waking up, and will need at least five years of recuperation to fully recover.
After Dr. Jost finished speaking, he left with the other doctors.
The maid pushed Nanzhi into the room.
She quietly looked at Jiang Qingyan, who was unconscious on the hospital bed.
His skin was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood. In just a few days since they last met, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and she didn't even dare to touch him.
"You can go now. I want to stay with him for a while."
The maid acknowledged and turned to leave.
After the maid left the room, she quietly closed the door.
She looked at Nanzhi through the glass for a while and saw that she was just sitting there blankly, doing nothing.
The maid walked away and said to Jost, who was still standing not far away, "Madam hasn't reacted much. Is this going to work?"
Jost said uncertainly, "I've tried to exaggerate the severity as much as possible. Whether I can appease my wife depends on you, sir."
In the hospital ward.
Just as Nan Zhi was about to quietly observe Jiang Qingyan for a while, she suddenly noticed his hand move slightly...
Before Nanzhi could even process what was happening, her hand had already instinctively reached out and grasped his.
"Jiang Qingyan..."
Jiang Qingyan was still wearing an oxygen mask. He hadn't woken up, but he held her tightly in his hand, as if afraid she would run away.
Nanzhi couldn't get out of it, so she could only let him be.
Jiang Qingyan remained in a coma, and Nan Zhi stayed by his side for over a month until one morning when he finally woke up.
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