Chapter 227: Chapter 222: Loving You This Deeply 2
Ying Jingyao stared at her without blinking, the bloodshot in his eyes pronounced, "I don’t want to drink now."
Jin Jumo’s lashes lowered as she nodded, sitting in the chair by his bedside, "Let me know when you want to drink."
"Does it still hurt?" Ying Jingyao’s lips were slightly pale as he glanced at the spot where Jin Jumo had her woolen hat.
"It’s okay." Jin Jumo replied.
"Come here." Ying Jingyao reached out to her.
"..." Jin Jumo looked at him, not moving.
"Let me see your wound." Ying Jingyao extended his hand closer to her.
Jin Jumo looked at his hand, stood up slightly, held his arm, and placed it back under the blanket, "You’re in this state, yet you’re worried about me?"
"I heard from the doctor that you have a mild concussion. You haven’t rested well today, I’m worried about you." Ying Jingyao stubbornly gazed at her, a trace of tension always visible in his eyes.
"I’ll see the doctor later, and change the bandage while I’m at it." Jin Jumo’s voice lowered slightly.
Ying Jingyao pressed his lips tightly, looking deeply at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo twisted her hands, stood up, opened the thermal container on the bedside table, and poured a bowl of soup for Ying Jingyao, "It’s late, have some soup and rest well."
She walked to his bedside, hesitated, and spoon-fed him a mouthful of soup.
The hand Ying Jingyao had outside the blanket gently grasped, his hot eyes still fixating on Jin Jumo, he opened his lips and drank it.
As the bowl of soup reached the bottom, Jin Jumo was about to withdraw her hand when he suddenly seized her wrist.
Jin Jumo was startled, looking up at him.
Ying Jingyao was also staring at her, yet forcefully pulled her whole body into his arms.
The hand gripping her wrist released, instead holding the back of her neck, not letting her push away.
Beside her ear, was the thunderous beating of his heart.
Jin Jumo attempted to struggle several times, unable to break free.
The hand holding the small bowl slightly tightened, "Jingyao..."
"Momo, do you love me?" Ying Jingyao suddenly asked.
"..." Jin Jumo’s lashes trembled fiercely, her whole body unprepared and at a standoff.
His cool lips pressed against her temple, Ying Jingyao hoarsely continued, "Do you love me? Do you love me, Momo?"
"..." Jin Jumo’s heart nearly stopped beating, her body struggled again a few times, still unable to break free, her throat convulsed twice, "Jingyao, you, you first, let go."
Ying Jingyao’s side face suddenly pressed closer to Jin Jumo’s forehead, "Momo, I have never, never liked someone as deeply as I like you. I never told you how much I love you because I wanted you to feel it yourself. Nothing is more authentic than one’s own feelings. Momo, did you feel it?"
Jin Jumo’s heart tightened, almost unable to breathe.
Yes, she had always felt his affection, so intense, like a fire, seemingly wanting to burn her to ashes.
For the past four years, how selfish must she be to accept his kindness and love so uneventfully, along with his unconditional dedication.
And now, she has to cruelly push him away for the sake of her peaceful future life!
"Jingyao, I’m sorry, it’s my selfishness." Jin Jumo’s voice choked lightly.
"But your selfishness is the best gift and present for me. Momo, how I wish you could be a little more selfish." Ying Jingyao suddenly held Jin Jumo tighter, as if holding her for the last time, with such effort.
Jin Jumo’s tears finally fell, "I’m not a good woman, Jingyao, look closely, I’m really not a good woman. You shouldn’t be dragged down by a woman like me."
"No one is better than you. Momo, in my heart, you are the best in the world, the best."
"Momo, I can’t lose you, absolutely can’t!"
"Don’t push me away, don’t even have the thought."
"Otherwise, I don’t know what I might do..."
"..." The words he intermittently whispered in her ear, each one piercing Jin Jumo’s heart like a spike.
However, between Xixi and Hanhan, and Ying Jingyao, she could only choose Xixi and Hanhan.
Selfishness or ruthlessness.
She has no choice!
"Jingyao, this lifetime I’m sorry to you, if there is a next lifetime, I will spend my life repaying you. Jingyao, we..."
Jin Jumo’s words were cut off when she suddenly felt the pressure on the back of her neck loosen.
Her eyes widened, suddenly sensing an unusual heat from his side face transmitting to her forehead.
Her heart suddenly flustered, Jin Jumo didn’t dare to lift her head, her palms slightly trembled, pushing him, "Jingyao..."
Ying Jingyao didn’t react at all...
Jin Jumo hurriedly raised her head to look at him, only to find his forehead covered in sweat, his face red as if burning.
Jin Jumo dared not touch him, raising her hand to the alarm by the bedside, pressing it desperately.
"Doctor, how is he?" Jin Jumo tightly twisted her hands together, watching the doctor continuously turn Ying Jingyao’s eyelids.
The doctor withdrew his hand, frowning heavily, "Miss Jin, don’t worry, Professor Ying is just running a high fever due to a wound infection. I’ll have the nurse give him a physical cooling treatment right away. Once his temperature drops, with a good night’s rest, he should be fine by morning."
"Then, please have the nurse lower his temperature quickly. Thank you," Jin Jumo said.
The doctor glanced at Jin Jumo, sighed, and turned around to instruct the nurse beside him to reduce Ying Jingyao’s fever.
As he was leaving the ward, the doctor suddenly stopped at the door and said to Jin Jumo, "Miss Jin, as a doctor, there are some words I shouldn’t say, but given Professor Ying’s current condition, I have to speak up."
Jin Jumo pursed her lips and looked at the doctor, "Go ahead."
"Miss Jin and Professor Ying are in a relationship, and Professor Ying got so seriously injured trying to save you. Today, since you left the hospital, Professor Ying hasn’t rested, just waiting for you to come. But... perhaps there was something very important that allowed you to leave your seriously injured boyfriend at the hospital without a second thought."
"..." Jin Jumo’s face flushed, "I, I..."
"Miss Jin, you are very fortunate that Professor Ying is so devoted to you. Please don’t let him down," the doctor said and then left.
Jin Jumo stood at the ward door, her heart a mix of emotions.
Ying Jingyao’s fever only began to subside in the middle of the night.
However, he remained in a daze, his lips dry, mumbling Jin Jumo’s name.
Jin Jumo sat in the chair by the bed, not closing her eyes all night.
At seven in the morning, Ying Jingyao still hadn’t woken up.
Jin Jumo raised her hand to his forehead, relieved to find the temperature had returned to normal.
Just as she was about to leave the bedside to go back to the apartment to take Xixi and Hanhan to kindergarten.
The doctor opened the door and came in.
Seeing Jin Jumo, the doctor’s eyes flickered, perhaps feeling awkward about what he said to her last night.
Jin Jumo seemed unaffected, at least outwardly, and nodded at the doctor, "Jingyao will need your help."
The doctor curved his lips slightly, "It’s my duty."
Jin Jumo said nothing more and was about to walk past him out of the ward.
"Miss Jin, are you heading home?" Just as Jin Jumo reached the door, she heard the doctor say.
Jin Jumo paused, looked back at the doctor, and nodded slightly.
"Oh, I see. Earlier, Mr. Ruan called. He asked me to tell you not to worry about things at home, that he’ll handle them," the doctor said.
"..." Jin Jumo furrowed her brows, pulled out her phone from her bag, only to find it had run out of battery.
She lowered her long lashes, slowly put the phone back in her bag, and forced a smile as she spoke to the doctor, "I got it, thank you for letting me know."
The doctor smiled, walked over to Ying Jingyao’s bedside, and lowered his head to check for a while, "Professor Ying’s fever has subsided, nothing serious now, Miss Jin can be assured."
Jin Jumo put down her bag, glanced at Ying Jingyao on the hospital bed, her eyes inadvertently sweeping over the cast on his right hand, her heart seizing painfully. She looked at the doctor, her voice slightly hoarse, "Doctor, will Jingyao’s hand really never be able to perform surgery again?"
Sorrow flashed in the doctor’s eyes as he nodded deeply, "Professor Ying’s right hand took a severe hit, it’s already fortunate that it didn’t require amputation. And even when it heals, within the next five years, Professor Ying likely won’t be able to exert force with his right hand..."
Seeing Jin Jumo’s face growing paler, the doctor felt a pang of pity and brightened his tone, "But it’s not entirely hopeless. Perhaps with extensive rehabilitation, Professor Ying’s hand could fully recover someday."
Jin Jumo naturally knew the doctor’s words were mostly to comfort her.
If true recovery were possible, it would be no more than a slim miracle.
But can such a miracle really happen?
Looking at Ying Jingyao, Jin Jumo’s heart felt like it was being mercilessly twisted.
Yu Yang Apartment.
Xixi and Hanhan’s faces changed when they saw it was Ruan Chen waking them up again.
Hanhan’s face turned slightly pale, and he held his breath. His big dark eyes filled with tension, staring straight at Ruan Chen, "Uncle Ruan, is something wrong with Xiao Xiao again?"
Upon hearing her brother’s words, Xixi’s big dark eyes widened as she stared woodenly at Ruan Chen.
Ruan Chen pulled his lips into a gentle smile, stepped closer, and softly patted Xixi and Hanhan’s little heads, "Your Xiao Xiao is fine. This time, it’s your Uncle Ying who’s in trouble."
Both Xixi and Hanhan relaxed a bit but quickly grew anxious again. Xixi asked, "What happened to Brother Ying?"
Ruan Chen narrowed his eyes but looked at Hanhan and replied, "Uncle Ying got into a car accident while trying to save Xiao Xiao."
"What? A car accident?" Hanhan was shocked.
"Did Brother Ying get hit by a car? Is Brother Ying hurt, Uncle Ruan, can you take Xixi to see Brother Ying?" Xixi anxiously grabbed Ruan Chen’s hand and softly pleaded.
Ruan Chen bent over slightly to pick up Xixi, affectionately tweaked her nose, "If you go see Brother Ying, Xixi and Hanhan won’t be able to go to kindergarten. Is that okay?"
"Can we ask the teacher for leave?" Xixi innocently looked up at Ruan Chen with her big black eyes.
Ruan Chen looked over at Hanhan.
Hanhan pursed his little lips, "I have the teacher’s phone number, can Uncle Ruan help us?"
Seeing the concern and eagerness etched on their young faces, Ruan Chen’s eyes slowly gathered a comforting smile.
It seems that after all these years, Ying Jingyao’s affection for these little ones hasn’t gone to waste.