Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

While Lu Jingchen was being rushed to the hospital, Jiang Ciyou sat in the corner of the ambulance, staring intently at the unconscious Lu Jingchen on the stretcher. His hands were tightly clasped, his knuckles were white, his lips were trembling, and he murmured to himself, "Jingchen, you must hold on, nothing will happen to you."

Her tears rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, wetting her clothes.

The medical staff nearby performed simple treatment in an orderly manner, and comforted her softly: "Ma'am, don't worry too much, we are doing our best, and the hospital will be there soon."

But Jiang Ciyou's mind and eyes were filled with Lu Jingchen's pale face, and he couldn't hear anything he said.

The ambulance sped all the way and finally arrived at the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, the back door was quickly opened, and the medical staff pushed the stretcher and rushed towards the operating room, with Jiang Ciyou stumbling behind.

In the hospital corridor, the lights were pale, and the sounds of footsteps and shouts were intertwined in a chaotic mess.

The wheels of the stretcher were turning rapidly, making a "gurgling" sound, and Jiang Ciyou's high heels were tapping the ground rapidly, and every step seemed to use up all her strength.

The door of the operating room was pushed open with a clang, and Lu Jingchen was quickly pushed in. Jiang Ciyou was about to follow him in, but was stopped by a nurse: "Family members, please wait outside. You cannot enter the operating room."

Jiang Ciyou waved his hands helplessly in the air, crying, "Let me in, I want to be with him!"

The nurse looked reluctant, but still shook her head firmly: "Please wait outside. The doctors will do their best to save you. You will only affect the operation."

Jiang Ciyou let go of her hands helplessly and watched the door slowly close in front of her, completely separating her from Lu Jingchen.

Outside the operating room, Jiang Ciyou seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the bench.

She held her head in her hands and buried it between her knees. Her shoulders kept shaking and suppressed sobs escaped from between her fingers.

The scene of Lu Jingchen being injured kept appearing in her mind. The bright red blood and painful expression were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

She was filled with regret. If she had been able to detect her husband's conspiracy earlier, if she had been more vigilant, perhaps none of this would have happened, and Lu Jingchen would not be lying on the operating table with his life hanging in the balance.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed like torture.

Jiang Ciyou raised her tear-stained face and stared at the door of the operating room with her red and swollen eyes, as if by doing so she could see Lu Jingchen's condition inside through the door.

She automatically blocked out all the noise around her, and the only thing left in her world was this closed door and Lu Jingchen behind it.

Sometimes she stood up and paced back and forth at the door, and sometimes she sat down, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into her palms.

I don’t know how long it took, but friends rushed over after hearing the news.

Her best friend Lin Yue ran to Jiang Ciyou first, hugged her, and said distressedly: "Ciyou, don't scare me, what's going on?"

When Jiang Ciyou saw her good friend, tears burst out again. She choked up and told the story in bits and pieces.

After hearing this, Lin Yue's eyes turned red with anger: "That bastard, how dare he do such a thing! Jingchen will be fine, don't worry too much."

Other friends also gathered around and offered words of comfort. Some handed her tissues, while others patted her shoulders, trying to give her strength.

However, Jiang Ciyou was still immersed in deep self-blame and worry. The comfort from her friends was like scratching an itch and could not dispel the haze in her heart at all.

She broke free from Lin Yue's arms and walked back to the door of the operating room, putting her hands on the door, as if this could convey her strength to Lu Jingchen.

She whispered softly: "Jingchen, can you hear me? You must make it. I am still waiting for you to watch the sunrise and sunset together and realize all our dreams together..."

The lights in the corridor were on tirelessly. Occasionally, a medical staff member hurried by, bringing a breeze, but it could not blow away the gloom in Jiang Ci's heart.

Her eyes became more determined, and she silently swore in her heart that as long as Lu Jingchen was safe, she was willing to pay any price.

At this moment, in the operating room, doctors were fighting against death against every second. The "beeping" sounds from various medical devices were like the battle drums of this battle for life, tense and rapid.

The sky outside gradually darkened and night enveloped the entire city, but the hospital was brightly lit.

Jiang Ciyou was still guarding outside the operating room, without eating or drinking, and his lips were dry and cracked.

Her friends took turns urging her to eat something and take a rest, but she always shook her head and refused.

All her thoughts were on Lu Jingchen, so she had no time to care about herself.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room shook slowly, and Jiang Ciyou seemed to have triggered some mechanism. He jumped up instantly and rushed to the door.

Her heartbeat accelerated sharply, her breathing became rapid, her eyes fixed on the door that was about to open, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

Friends around also gathered around, holding their breath, and all eyes were focused on the door, waiting for the verdict of fate.

The door slowly opened and the surgeon came out, taking off his mask, with a tired but relieved look on his face.

Jiang Ciyou rushed forward first, his voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible: "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor nodded slightly and said softly: "The operation was successful. The patient is no longer in danger of death, but he still needs to rest for a while."

Hearing these words, Jiang Ciyou's tense body relaxed instantly, his legs went soft, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Lin Yue was quick to catch her and cried with joy: "That's great, Ciyou, Jingchen is fine!"

Jiang Ciyou let her tears flow freely. At this moment, the joy, gratitude and fear in her heart intertwined together, making her almost speechless.

She used all her strength to steady herself and bowed deeply to the doctor: "Thank you, doctor, thank you for saving him."

The doctor smiled and waved his hand: "This is our responsibility. The patient will need careful care in the future. Please take care of him."

Jiang Ciyou nodded repeatedly. At this moment, as long as Lu Jingchen could get better, she was willing to do anything.

Afterwards, the nurse pushed the unconscious Lu Jingchen out of the operating room and sent him to the ward.

Jiang Ciyou followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving Lu Jingchen's face.

His face was still as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and he had all kinds of tubes and instruments inserted into his body. He looked fragile and vulnerable.

Jiang Ciyou's heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much.

She gently held Lu Jingchen's hand, put it on her cheek, and murmured, "Jingchen, don't worry, I will always be by your side, and you will get better soon."

After entering the ward, the nurses skillfully settled Lu Jingchen, adjusted various instruments and equipment, and carefully explained some precautions to Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou remembered all of them in his mind, and his eyes never left Lu Jingchen.

The friends stayed in the ward for a while, and when they saw that Jiang Ciyou's mood had stabilized a little, they said goodbye, leaving her alone with Lu Jingchen. Before leaving, they reminded her to take good care of herself.

The ward fell silent, leaving only the slight "beeping" sound from the instrument and Lu Jingchen's even breathing.

Jiang Ciyou moved a chair, sat beside the bed, and held Lu Jingchen's hand tightly, as if it was her only life-saving straw at the moment.

She looked at Lu Jingchen's face carefully, recalling every detail of their acquaintance, and tears blurred her eyes again.

From the despair of being betrayed by her husband on the wedding night to the sweetness and twists and turns after meeting Lu Jingchen, every scene played in her mind like a movie.

She remembered Lu Jingchen taking her to the beach for vacation, the sun shining on them, the waves lapping at the beach, they strolled hand in hand, their laughter echoing in the sea breeze;

Thinking of how Lu Jingchen stayed by her bed all night long when she was sick, taking her temperature and feeding her medicine, his eyes full of anxiety and concern;

I recall the scene where the two quarreled, reconciled, and hugged and cried...

All of this made her realize more deeply that Lu Jingchen had already taken root in her heart without her realizing it and had become the most important person in her life.

Jiang Ciyou gently stroked Lu Jingchen's forehead, straightened his messy hair, kissed him gently on the cheek, and said softly: "Jingchen, do you know? After this, I will never let you get hurt again. I will always be by your side and accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter."

There was an unprecedented firmness in her eyes, as if at this moment, she had grown into a towering tree that could shelter Lu Jingchen from the wind and rain.

Outside the window, the night is deep and the city lights are still flickering, but the ward is filled with a strong sense of warmth.

Jiang Ciyou leaned on the bed, holding Lu Jingchen's hand, and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, Lu Jingchen had recovered. They held hands and strolled along a path full of flowers. The sun shone on their bodies, making them feel warm. Happy smiles filled their faces...