Chapter 216: Chapter 212: It’s Not That I Won’t Let You Go (2)
Over the years, she has been deliberately avoiding everything that happened in Z City. In the middle of the night, she always dreams of that kind old man with his back to her, his shoulders shaking.
She thought, he must have been heartbroken by her, must think of her as extremely unfilial.
So the him in her dreams never turns to look at her, always crying...
She originally thought that by numbing herself to any pain, she could live calmly and peacefully.
But now she realizes, it’s simply impossible!
What’s meant to come, what she must face, won’t disappear because of her avoidance and cowardice.
So, from now on, she will no longer avoid!
Ying Jingyao’s Adam’s apple moved, "What do you want to do?"
"..." Jin Jumo looked at him, "I don’t want to do anything, just not to avoid anymore. Some responsibilities, I have to face and take on."
"After going to Z City, will you come back?" The bloodshot eyes of Ying Jingyao unknowingly formed a dense web across his entire eyeball.
Jin Jumo clenched her fingertips, about to speak.
Just then, the waiter brought up the dishes.
Jin Jumo glanced at the waiter, tightened her lips.
After the waiter placed the dishes and left, Ying Jingyao suddenly reached out to grasp Jin Jumo’s hand resting on the table, looking at her eagerly with moist eyes, "Momo, tell me, you will come back!"
Jin Jumo’s eyes contracted, she could clearly feel Ying Jingyao’s large hand trembling slightly as he held hers.
Her heart trembled, Jin Jumo opened her mouth, "Of course I will come back. How could I not come back?"
Ying Jingyao still didn’t release Jin Jumo’s hand, but held it even tighter, yet his gaze was gentle and joyous, and he laughed quietly, "Then I’ll wait for you to come back."
Jin Jumo’s dark pupils quivered, "Jingyao..."
"I just flew back from the UK and haven’t had dinner yet, I’m starving." Ying Jingyao squeezed her hand, released it, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and, unlike his usual suave manner, began eating heartily.
Watching him eat so fast that his cheeks puffed up, Jin Jumo frowned slightly and couldn’t help but softly remind, "Eat slower, no one is fighting you for it."
Ying Jingyao couldn’t speak, just shook his head and continued to devour the food.
Jin Jumo looked at his handsome face that didn’t quite match the way he was eating, a silent sigh passed through her heart.
Jin Jumo had dinner at home, so she didn’t eat much at the restaurant, mostly watching Ying Jingyao eat.
After dinner, as they left the restaurant, Ying Jingyao held Jin Jumo’s hand tightly, occasionally squeezing it.
Jin Jumo kept her head down, as if she didn’t notice.
They walked to the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the red light.
Suddenly, Jin Jumo withdrew her hand from Ying Jingyao’s grip, turned to face him, looked up at his peach blossom eyes with determination, "Jingyao, let’s..." break up!
"Momo!"
But before Jin Jumo could finish, Ying Jingyao suddenly called out loudly.
Jin Jumo’s voice paused, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, "Jingyao..."
"Can we talk after we cross the street?" Ying Jingyao gazed at her gently, his tone carrying a hint of negotiation.
Jin Jumo’s eyes flickered, looking at the red light that had already changed to green, she bit her lip and nodded, first walking across the street.
But just halfway through, a heavy motorcycle suddenly sped toward her from the left, moving so fast that she couldn’t react in time to dodge.
Jin Jumo’s pupils dilated sharply, watching helplessly as the vehicle charged at her!
"Momo"
In her ears came Ying Jingyao’s urgent scream, Jin Jumo turned dumbfounded, her eyes capturing the image of Ying Jingyao rushing towards her, it was also the last memory frame before she passed out.
Two hours later, at the hospital.
The sound of medical machinery echoed continuously in her ears, her mind felt as if numerous footsteps were moving back and forth.
Jin Jumo’s hands hanging beside the bed trembled slightly, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened a sliver.
A disorienting whiteness imprinted in Jin Jumo’s partially opened eyes as a blur.
"Miss Jin, Miss Jin"
A gradual clarity seeped into Jin Jumo’s bewildered eyes, she opened her eyes, stiffly turning her neck, looking unconsciously at the doctor standing by her bed, eyes wide open, looking at her.
"Miss Jin, how do you feel now? Does your head hurt?"
The cool fingertip lifted her eyelid, the doctor asked.
Jin Jumo blinked, her voice came out hoarse and gloomy, "Why am I here?"
The doctor paused, staring at Jin Jumo for a while, then said, "Miss Jin, don’t you remember?"
"What?" Jin Jumo was confused.
"Two hours ago, you and Professor Ying were in a car accident," the doctor reminded her.
Jin Jumo’s face froze, her bewildered eyes widened instantly, and her breath caught, "Jingyao and I were in a car accident?"
The doctor nodded heavily.
Suddenly, Jin Jumo grasped the white sheets on both sides of her body tightly, her voice trembling, "Where’s Jingyao? Jing, um."
A severe pain shot from the back of her head to her central nervous system.
In pain, Jin Jumo’s face turned pale, and she held her head with one hand, "It hurts."
The doctor, sensing the tension, quickly said, "Miss Jin, your emotions can’t fluctuate too much right now; please be sure to remain calm."
Jin Jumo clenched her lower lip in pain, her pale forehead now covered with a dense layer of sweat beads, "It hurts."
"When Miss Jin was in the accident, her occipital lobe hit the ground, causing large swelling and a mild concussion, which is why you’re feeling such severe pain," the doctor explained.
Hearing the doctor’s words, images of the heavy motorcycle speeding towards her and Ying Jingyao running quickly flashed vividly in Jin Jumo’s mind.
Her heart dipped into a cold abyss as she suppressed the severe headache, opened her eyes, and her throat tightened intensely with anxiety, "Where’s Jingyao? Where is he now? Is he alright?"
The doctor’s gaze paused and then slightly flickered away, "Professor Ying is not in serious condition."
Watching him avoid her eyes repeatedly, a strong sense of foreboding overwhelmed Jin Jumo.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Jin Jumo pushed herself up from the bed and abruptly sat up.
The dizziness from her head made her body sway sharply side-to-side, her face paled further, gasping, "Where is he? I want to see him!"
"Miss Jin, you need rest now; you cannot leave the bed," the doctor hurriedly blocked her.
Another wave of dizziness swept over her head, Jin Jumo closed her eyes, then reopened them two seconds later, her forehead and temples covered in cold sweat, yet her eyes displaying resolute firmness as she looked at the doctor, "I’m fine; I want to see him."
The doctor looked troubled, seeing Jin Jumo’s determined face, knowing she was adamant about seeing Ying Jingyao, sighed, and truthfully said, "Miss Jin, it’s not that I won’t let you see Professor Ying, but right now, it’s just not possible."
"Why not?" Jin Jumo’s eyes flashed with confusion as she quietly asked.
The doctor frowned, took some time before speaking, and stared at Jin Jumo, "Professor Ying is currently in the emergency room and cannot come out."
Jin Jumo’s breath stopped abruptly, her lips parted pale, "Emergency room?"
The doctor nodded slightly, a thick layer of regret showing on his face, "When Professor Ying brought you to the hospital, his right arm, from his elbow to his hand, was hit by the motorcycle, resulting in a complete dislocation of 180 degrees, and there was a very deep cut from the elbow to his hand, bleeding profusely.
Anxious to get you to the hospital, Professor Ying drove using that arm and carried you, running madly to the hospital. Just after bringing you into the emergency room, Professor Ying collapsed at its entrance."
Jin Jumo’s eyes reddened, her heart seemed to be pierced by something sharp, her voice hoarse, "His right hand?"
The doctor’s eyes flickered, his voice lowered significantly, "Yes."
That’s the hand that holds the scalpel!
Jin Jumo’s heart ached like it was suffocating, closing her eyes in deep pain, with cold tears gradually soaking the corners of her eyes.
At three in the morning, Ying Jingyao was finally wheeled out of the emergency room, the anesthesia made him somewhat drowsy.
In the VIP ward, Ying Jingyao lay on the bed, the first thing he asked about was Jin Jumo’s condition, "How is she? Is she alright?"
"Rest assured, Professor Ying, Miss Jin is awake now. Besides some swelling and pain at the back of her head from the impact, she’s fine," the doctor furrowed his eyebrows but looked at Ying Jingyao with regret.
Ying Jingyao closed his eyes weakly, his pale lips tightly pursed, "Do not tell her about my condition."
The doctor’s eyebrows knitted tighter, his tone held a hint of reproach, "You are already this hurt, why worry about all this? Rest up; there’s a chance, a chance you might recover?"
Weariness showed on Ying Jingyao’s face, he glanced at the doctor, his expression indifferent, "Don’t forget, I’m a doctor too. I understand my own state better than anyone else. Moreover, for her, even if it means my life, what’s one hand?"
Supported by a nurse, Jin Jumo walked to the ward door and overheard this sentence from Ying Jingyao.
Her eyes surged with bitterhewn, one hand pressed against the door frame, her fingertips clenched fiercely, all strength seemed to drain from her body bit by bit.
The nurse sensed Jin Jumo was slipping down and quickly held her tightly, "Miss Jin, be careful."
The nurse’s voice echoed, and Ying Jingyao on the bed clearly paused.
His serenely yet pale eyebrows furrowed tightly as he slowly looked towards the door.
The doctor took quick strides, supporting Jin Jumo from the other side, "Miss Jin, why did you come out?"
Jin Jumo shook her head, too weak to speak, raised her crimson eyes, and looked at Ying Jingyao lying in the hospital bed.
Jin Jumo had always seen Ying Jingyao wearing a white coat; this was the first time she saw him wearing a striped hospital gown, weakly lying on the bed.
Her nose felt sore, her eyelids dry and swollen, she looked at Ying Jingyao’s right arm in plaster and his hand wrapped in gauze, her legs felt weighted, unable to take a step forward.
It was Ying Jingyao who spoke first, his voice urgent yet hoarse, "Why aren’t you listening to the doctor and resting properly?"
Jin Jumo parted her lips, inhaling deeply several times, looking at Ying Jingyao’s concerned face, and said hoarsely, "I wanted to come and see you."
Ying Jingyao’s gaze softened instantly as he looked at Jin Jumo, seemingly sighed, and said, "Can’t do anything with you."