Sixty-Five: Deep Love Buried by Time (Sixty-Five)

His mind was a little hazy, and for a while, his mind was blank, as if he had forgotten everything. When he came to his senses, he remembered the nightmare experience before.

His head hurt as if it was going to explode.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to press his forehead, but before he moved, his whole body was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. His hands seemed to be no longer his own, and he had no feeling at all.

He seemed to be unbelievable, and raised his neck slightly, and tried to lift his legs again.

The piercing pain burst out from every nerve, making him groan.

"Don't move." Wen Yanzhi pushed the door in at this time, and put his hand on his shoulder. He looked at him from top to bottom, his eyes gloomy, "You have several broken ribs, and the doctor has just finished the treatment. Don't move."

Jing Rong stared at Wen Yanzhi with his eyes fixed, and his clear eyes were questioning at this moment. As if asking him about his current situation.

Wen Yanzhi felt like a knife was cutting his heart. He seemed unable to bear such a look. He just turned his face away and dared not look directly at him.

His throat was choked with sobs.

"Do you want to drink water? I'll get a cotton swab to moisten your lips." Wen Yanzhi was so uncomfortable being stared at by him that he had to find something to do.

Before he started to move, the nurse in the ward had already poured warm water and handed it to him.

He reached out to take it, and before he turned around, he heard the hoarse question of the boy behind him, "I... what's wrong with me?"

Wen Yanzhi's hand holding the cup was tense, and because he was too hard, his joints bulged. He was silent for a long time, and there was no extra movement. Jing Rong lay there, as if he could no longer wait, and raised his voice a little, "What's wrong with me?"

"You go out first." Wen Yanzhi put the cup of water on the bedside and told the others in the ward. After everyone nodded slightly, they closed the door one after another and went out.

Jing Rong lay there, staring straight at Wen Yanzhi.

Wen Yanzhi wanted to act as relaxed as possible, but his lips moved slightly, and his Adam's apple seemed to be stuck with bitter coptis, so he couldn't say a word. Jing Rong's eyes gradually turned red, "My legs... have no feeling, right?"

"..." Wen Yanzhi couldn't speak.

"I... can't stand up?" His voice was trembling slightly.

"Not really." Wen Yanzhi pulled out a chair and sat down beside the bed. He took a deep breath and forced a smile, "The doctor said that as long as you have enough perseverance, it is not impossible to stand up and walk like a normal person in the future."

In the future?

How long in the future?

"What about my hand?" Jing Rong struggled to straighten his neck, his eyes swept towards his hand, his pale lips trembling, "My hand... can I still use it?"

The last few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

For Wen Yanzhi, he felt that the question Jing Rong asked at this moment was the cruelest and most unwilling question he had ever encountered in his life.

After a long silence, he finally seemed to have found his voice, "In the future... painting, I'm afraid there is no way."

Jing Rong actually already had the answer in mind. However, hearing Wen Yanzhi say it like this, he was still shocked.

His eyes were red, his neck was stiff, his body was stiff and he tried his best to work hard, staring at his hands with his eyes unwilling to give up.

He seemed unwilling and unwilling to believe, regardless of the pain all over his body, he tried his best to move his right hand, even if it was just to move his fingertips, to refute the doctors' words.

However, until his forehead and face were covered with cold sweat and the blue veins on his neck were broken, his right hand remained indifferent. As if it was no longer a part of his body.

Wen Yanzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore, pressed his body down, and said in a sad voice: "Jing Rong, don't use more force! Your ribs are broken now, and if you use more force, it is likely to be dislocated! Relax!"

"Go away!" Jing Rong's eyes were red, as if venting, he roared out of control, and his voice became even hoarse.

Wen Yanzhi pressed his hands heavily on his shoulders, and his fingers were shaking because he was too strong. He looked at Jingrong from top to bottom, "I won't leave, and I won't allow you to abuse yourself!"

Jingrong looked at Wen Yanzhi, and his originally bright eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and in the end, it seemed that there was no light left.

As if he finally accepted this reality, a layer of mist gradually surged into his eyes. The stubbornness of the boy who just refused to admit defeat disappeared completely at this moment.

He fell back to the bed like a downtrodden loser, as if his soul was emptied.

He didn't look at Wen Yanzhi again, but turned his face away and swallowed all the mist in his eyes.

Wen Yanzhi sat there for a long time, looking at him like this, his heart was indescribable pain. He thought that he was probably too guilty, so looking at Jingrong's pain at this moment, he seemed to empathize with him.

"Don't be discouraged." Wen Yanzhi tried to make his voice sound calm, "I will find the best doctor for you. If the doctors in our country are not good enough, I will find a doctor abroad. I will always give you the best results."

His words were very powerful, like a guarantee.

Jing Rong was silent. He was completely immersed in regret and pain at the moment, and did not think about why this man would take such good care of him.

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On the other side.

Jing Yu had not slept all night, and now he was lying in the man's arms, with the man's strong heartbeat in his ears. That sound was like a very effective lullaby.

She listened, thought about Jing Rong, and fell asleep. Moreover, she slept soundly and deeply.

In a daze, she felt her lips were hot and wet.

Then, she smelled a very nice fragrance, which belonged to that man, but in the dream, it turned out that she didn't hate this smell at all. On the contrary, she was somewhat attached to it.

It was this attachment that made her unconsciously open her red lips. The vermilion lips opened, and the hot wetness penetrated between her lips and teeth and sucked on her tongue tip.

Her whole body gradually softened, and in the dream, her body was more relaxed. She was defenseless and never resisted, just letting the man kiss her, and she instinctively sucked the man's tongue tip back. Her body became hotter and softer. It was so soft that it seemed as if she was about to turn into a pool of water, making her unconsciously hold her arms around the other person tighter.

The next moment, Jing Yu felt dizzy. She was pressed heavily on the bed.

The man's hot hands lifted her pajamas without saying anything and got into her clothes...

Jing Yu couldn't help but let out a "hmm~" sound, and her long eyelashes trembled, and finally lifted them. What came into view was the man's handsome face full of lust.

[Yesterday I only talked about Weibo, and forgot to mention the Weibo account, embarrassing. Sina Weibo, just search "Yunqi Nanyinyin"~]