Chapter 28: The Delicate Young Lady vs. the Gloomy Bastard (28)
That night, Jiang Xiaowan, who received the news that Lu Cha was hospitalized, rushed straight to the hospital after leaving the company.
In the ward.
Nan Yan stood quietly by Lu Cha's bed, like a silent statue.
Father Jiang was afraid that Mother Jiang's emotions would get out of control again, so after delivering the soup to Lu Cha, he took Mother Jiang home first.
Jiang Xiaowan's eyes turned red as she looked at the little girl who had been acting coquettishly with her in the morning and said she wanted dessert in the evening, now lying fragilely on the hospital bed.
The words Jiang's mother told her echoed in her ears -
"If we can't find a way to save Chacha's heart, she might not be able to hold on for much longer."
Jiang Xiaowan rubbed her clothes awkwardly, wiping away the sweat on her palms. She said dryly, "I'm sorry, Cha Cha. I, I forgot to buy you tiramisu."
"It's okay, sister." Lu Cha smiled sweetly and deliberately changed the subject: "How was your first day at work, sister? Did anyone bully you?"
Jiang Xiaowan shook her head slightly: "Everyone in the company is very nice. When you are discharged from the hospital, I will take you to our office."
"There's a large floor-to-ceiling window that offers a view of the central tower of City A."
“We will work together to strive for future company floors to surpass the central tower.”
"No~" Lu Cha pulled Jiang Xiaowan's sleeve and acted coquettishly: "I want to be a little loser and let my sister support me~"
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaowan hooked her little finger and said seriously, "Then it's settled."
"You have to get better soon. I'll work hard to manage the company so you don't have to do anything except spend money every day. Okay?"
"Yeah!" Lu Cha raised his thumb and pressed it on Jiang Xiaowan's fingertips: "Let's make a pinky promise. Nothing will change for a hundred years!"
The girl narrowed her eyes happily, a smile as bright as a summer flower blooming on her lips, like a gentle breeze, blowing away the depressing atmosphere in the ward.
Jiang Xiaowan, who was hoping for luck, thought that since she and Lu Cha had made a pinky promise, everything would go in a good direction.
But the opposite happened.
The miracle did not happen.
In just one week, Lu Cha's condition worsened again.
Not only does he need to wear a ventilator at all times, but he also faints from the pain every two or three days on average.
Nan Yan invited one expert in cardiology and surgery after another, and even went abroad several times to bring famous doctors back to China, but it was all in vain.
No matter how many examinations were conducted, no matter how many highly praised medicines were tried, Lu Cha's condition could not be controlled.
Everyone said the same thing - I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do.
Even the great master of the medical field, Dr. Zhang, who had devoted his life to the study of cardiology, shook his head and sighed as he walked out of the ward: "Let this little girl spend her last days in peace. Don't torment her anymore."
Jiang's mother burst into tears, and Jiang's father, who was hugging her, could no longer control his tears.
Sadness was like icy cold sea water, almost drowning them.
Nan Yan did not give up.
He didn't believe that no one in this big world could save her.
Since both Chinese and Western medicine were useless, he went to pray to God and Buddha.
Even if there is only a tiny and faint glimmer of hope.
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The temple is filled with the aroma of sandalwood and the sound of Buddhist chants.
I bowed my head to the ground and added lights to illuminate his mercy to me.
Nan Yan knelt devoutly in front of the Buddha, clasped his hands together, and then knocked them heavily on the ground, his forehead turning red in an instant.
But he seemed to be unaware of the pain. He stood up and knelt down again and again, over and over again, leaving his forehead covered in blood.
Please, save her.
I am willing to be a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures for my whole life, or give up this worthless life and fall into the animal realm forever, never to be reincarnated.
I just ask you, save her.
Please.
Nan Yan repeated the movements mechanically. His legs trembled unconsciously, he felt dizzy and his vision was blurred, but he did not give up.
What if the Buddha opens his eyes at this moment and sees his sincerity?
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the crescent moon is already hanging high on the branches.
Nan Yan lay exhausted on the ground. The blood from his knees soaked his clothes and stained the light gray stone bricks below. His forehead was a bloody mess.
He struggled to get up, but his trembling hands made him unable to support himself and he fell back again.
Just as Nan Yan was about to try again, a wrinkled hand supported his arm.
The old monk in a red cassock looked at him with compassionate eyes: "Amitabha."
"Donor, the beginning and end of fate are all predetermined. There is no need to force it."
Nan Yan was startled. His eyes, which had been dark and calm like the surface of water, seemed to have been thrown into a stone, and gradually began to ripple with fiery and crazy ripples:
"What if... I refuse to give up?"
The old monk simply released his hand and went back the way he had come. The empty and clear voice, sometimes far away, sometimes near, seemed unreal:
"Persistence is in vain."
Nan Yan's body shook violently, and his mind went blank.
He murmured the old monk's words, panic and fear, like a surging tide, violently hitting his heart, and it seemed that they would not stop until they completely crushed him.
Suddenly, a bloody smell surged from his throat. Nan Yan staggered and knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and coughed violently. Drops of blood splattered on his trembling hands.
Why......
He could see the sun rising in the east, but he could not keep the brilliant glow of the sunset.
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When Li Jian, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, came up to find Nan Yan, he saw the man curled up on the long steps, hidden in the gloomy and depressing darkness.
"Sir, we..." Li Jian's voice suddenly stopped.
Nan Yan raised his head with a dazed look, his face covered with tear marks.
The hideous wound on his forehead seemed to be accusing the injustice of the world at the top of his lungs.
Li Jian stared blankly at the sad and helpless man.
When the demon Xu Huiling appeared and harassed him, he lost control of his anger without shedding a single tear.
When Gu Mingchen treated him like trash, spoke ill of him, and trampled on his dignity, he just clenched his fists and hit back like crazy.
But now, his tears flowed silently from his eyes.
Li Jian turned around silently and stood in front of Nan Yan, hiding his vulnerability at this moment.
Until a hoarse voice sounded from behind: "Let's go."
"She's still waiting for me."
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Jinhe Hospital.
After bandaging the wound on his forehead, Nan Yan carefully went to the ward where Lu Cha was.
The little girl did not sleep, but leaned on the pillow, quietly flipping through the book in her hand.
This week's examinations and treatments have caused her to lose the weight she had gained with great difficulty. Her arms, which are resting on the bed, are too thin and seem like they will break if she applies even the slightest force.
Hearing the footsteps, Lu Cha raised his palm-sized face.
She already knew from the system what Nan Yan had done.
It is impossible to remain indifferent.
But it only caused a slight ripple.
The little lotus demon, who had never tasted the sweetness of love, naturally did not understand that a seed had been buried beneath the waves.
Lu Cha waved her little hand towards Nan Yan, who instantly understood what she meant. He sat down obediently on the chair beside the bed, lowered his head, and let her rub him.
She didn't ask about the wound, and Nan Yan didn't mention it either.
The two of them just sat there quietly.
A moment.
Nan Yan gently grabbed Lu Cha's slightly cold hand and took out the red velvet box from his pocket.
Inside was the ring he had been preparing for a long time.
The ring is made of white silver and is inlaid with a beautiful pink pigeon egg diamond, which sparkles under the light.
The man knelt on one knee and looked at the god in his heart.
There were no sweet words or affectionate confessions.
Nan Yan just smiled gently, with the purest and simplest joy in his eyes:
"Chacha, will you marry me?"
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