Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The door of the operating room was tightly closed. The cold door seemed to separate two worlds. Inside the door was a struggle between life and death, and outside the door was anxious suffering.

Jiang Ciyou stood in the corridor outside the operating room like a frozen statue, staring at the door, as if he wanted to look through it to find out whether Lu Jingchen was safe or not.

She clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her nails almost dug into her palms, but she didn't feel the pain at all, her mind was completely occupied by Lu Jingchen.

Her friends surrounded her and whispered words of comfort, but those words seemed to be coming from far away and Jiang Ciyou could not hear them clearly at all.

At this moment, the only person in her world was Lu Jingchen in the operating room. Every passing minute and every second was like a torture to her heart.

The thrilling scene in the parking lot kept flashing back in her mind: Lu Jingchen rushed towards the gangster without hesitation and used his body to build a safe barrier for her;

In the fierce fight, he never retreated even though he was injured. The determination in his eyes was like a burning flame, just to protect her.

Those scenes played over and over again like a kaleidoscope of motion, and each time Jiang Ciyou's heart tightened even more. Regret and self-blame were like a surging tide, completely drowning her.

"It's all my fault. If I had noticed the danger earlier, if I hadn't been so careless, Jingchen wouldn't have been injured..."

Jiang Ciyou kept blaming herself in her heart, tears streaming down her pale cheeks uncontrollably and dripping onto the cold ground.

Her shoulders trembled slightly and suppressed sobs escaped from her throat, sounding particularly heartbreaking in the silent corridor.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. I didn’t know how long it had been, perhaps as long as a century, before the lights in the operating room finally went out.

At this moment, Jiang Ciyou seemed to have triggered some kind of mechanism. He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the operating room desperately.

Her eyes were red and swollen, but her eyes showed great anxiety and desire. She just wanted to know Lu Jingchen's situation as soon as possible.

The doctor slowly walked out of the operating room, took off his mask, and had a tired but relieved look on his face.

Jiang Ciyou rushed to the doctor, grabbed the doctor's white coat tightly with both hands, and asked with a trembling voice, almost crying: "Doctor, how is he? Is he okay? Please, tell me!"

The voice was filled with endless fear and expectation, as if the doctor's answer was the verdict of her life.

The doctor patted Jiang Ciyou's hand gently, gave her a reassuring look, nodded slightly and said, "The operation was successful, and the patient is no longer in danger of death, but he still needs to rest for a while."

This simple sentence, like the first ray of sunshine in spring, penetrated the heavy haze in Jiang Ciyou's heart and finally made her tense heartstrings relax a little.

Her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, her friend next to her was quick to support her in time.

"Thank you, thank you doctor..."

Jiang Ciyou choked up and thanked him repeatedly, his eyes full of gratitude.

The doctor gave a few more instructions on what to pay attention to after the operation and then turned and left.

Jiang Ciyou calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. She knew that Lu Jingchen needed her the most right now.

Following the nurse, Jiang Ciyou walked towards the ward with unsteady steps.

Along the way, her heart was beating fast. She was looking forward to seeing Lu Jingchen, but also afraid to see him look weak.

When I opened the door, the ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The white sheets and white walls, everything seemed so cold and depressing.

On the hospital bed, Lu Jingchen lay quietly, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and his originally handsome face was now filled with fatigue and haggardness.

Various tubes and instruments were inserted into his body, and the monitors made regular ticking sounds, as if telling of the difficulty of his surviving the disaster.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ciyou's eyes became moist again.

She walked gently to the bed, sat down slowly, and carefully held Lu Jingchen's hand, as if she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Those hands used to be warm and strong, but now they were weak and cold. Jiang Ciyou felt distressed. She wrapped Lu Jingchen's hands tightly with her own hands, trying to transfer her body temperature, hoping to warm him up.

"Jingchen, wake up..."

Jiang Ciyou leaned close to Lu Jingchen's ear and called him softly, his voice gentle yet a little anxious.

Her eyes never left Lu Jingchen's face, full of concern and attachment.

As if he heard her call, Lu Jingchen's eyelids moved slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, Jiang Ciyou felt that the whole world was lit up.

Lu Jingchen's eyes were still a little confused, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. His gaze wandered around the ward and finally fixed on Jiang Ciyu's face.

Seeing her red and swollen eyes and haggard face, Lu Jingchen felt a sharp pain in his heart. He wanted to speak, but found that his throat was so dry that he could only make a faint hoarse sound.

"Cease worry..."

Lu Jingchen uttered these two words with difficulty, and a gentle arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although the smile was weak, it was full of endless affection.

Seeing this, Jiang Ciyou burst into tears again. She nodded desperately and said with a sob: "I'm here, Jingchen. You scared me to death, do you know..."

There was some anger in her words, but more of it was the joy of surviving the disaster and her deep love for Lu Jingchen.

Lu Jingchen wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but he found that his arms were as heavy as if filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

Jiang Ciyou saw his intention and quickly reached out to gently wipe away the tears from his eyes. At the same time, she whispered in his ear, "Don't move. Lie down well. You just had surgery and need to rest well."

Lu Jingchen nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Jiang Ciyu's face.

He looked at her face full of fatigue and worry, and his heart was deeply moved.

At that life-and-death moment, his only thought was to protect Jiang Ciyou, even at the cost of his own life.

And at this moment, seeing her staying by his side, he knew that all his efforts were worth it.

"I knew I would see you when I opened my eyes..."

Lu Jingchen said softly. Although his voice was weak, it was like the warmest breeze in spring, blowing into Jiang Ciyu's heart.

She held Lu Jingchen's hand tightly, as if she wanted to tie him firmly to her side and never separate him.

In the following days, Jiang Ciyou completely put down all the work in his hands and devoted himself to the task of taking care of Lu Jingchen.

Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight fully illuminates the city, Jiang Ciyou has already quietly gotten up.

She washed up quietly, afraid of waking up Lu Jingchen who was still sleeping, and then hurried to the vegetable market near the hospital.

The market was bustling with people and full of stalls. Jiang Ciyou shuttled between the stalls, carefully selecting the freshest ingredients.

She would bargain with the stall owner over the freshness of a vegetable, just to make the most nutritious and delicious meal for Lu Jingchen.

Every time she picked an ingredient, the satisfied expression on Lu Jingchen's face when he tasted it would appear in her mind, which made the corners of her mouth unconsciously rise and a gentle light flashed in her eyes.

Back at the hospital, Jiang Ciyou went straight to the small kitchen in the ward.

She tied her apron skillfully, washed and cut the ingredients one by one, and began to prepare breakfast busily.

After a while, the ward was filled with the aroma of food.

Jiang Ciyou poured the cooked porridge into a bowl, carefully prepared some light side dishes, and walked gently into the ward carrying the tray.

"Jingchen, wake up, it's time for breakfast." Jiang Ciyou walked to the bedside and gently woke up Lu Jingchen.

She raised the bed and let Lu Jingchen lie half-lying down. Then she picked up the spoon, gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to her mouth and blew gently. When the temperature was suitable, she brought it to Lu Jingchen's mouth.

Lu Jingchen was moved by Jiang Ciyou's busy and gentle appearance. He opened his mouth obediently and ate the porridge mouthful by mouthful, and every mouthful tasted particularly sweet.

It was not just a simple breakfast, but also Jiang Ciyou's full love, which made him feel the warmth of home while he was sick.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Ciyou looked at Lu Jingchen, his eyes full of anticipation.

Lu Jingchen smiled and nodded: "It's delicious. As long as you make it, it's delicious."

Although his voice was still a little weak, the doting in his tone made Jiang Ciyou's cheeks slightly blush.

After breakfast, Jiang Ciyou was busy helping Lu Jingchen wipe his body. She fetched a basin of warm water, took a towel, and gently wiped Lu Jingchen's face, neck, and arms.

Every movement was extremely gentle, for fear of hurting him. After wiping his body, it was time to change the dressing.

Although Jiang Ciyou was a little scared, she pretended to be calm and followed the nurse's instructions to carefully change the gauze on Lu Jingchen's wound.

Seeing the shocking stitches on Lu Jingchen's wound, Jiang Ciyou's eyes turned red again and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Ciyou asked with a sob.

Lu Jingchen shook his head and comforted her with a smile: "It doesn't hurt. With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

His words seemed to have a magical power that gave Jiang Ciyou a surge of strength in her heart. She secretly vowed to make Lu Jingchen get better as soon as possible.

During the day, Jiang Ciyou would chat with Lu Jingchen, tell him interesting things in the company, or read some books he liked.

Her voice was soft and soothing, like the sound of nature, allowing Lu Jingchen to feel the beauty of the outside world even in the ward.

Sometimes, Lu Jingchen would frown because of the pain from his wound, and Jiang Ciyou would immediately hold his hand and tell him some light-hearted jokes to make him happy and distract him.

When night came, Jiang Ciyou did not dare to slack off. She moved a chair and placed it beside the bed, then lay on the bed, holding Lu Jingchen's hand tightly and fell asleep.

As long as Lu Jingchen made the slightest movement, she would wake up immediately and ask him with concern if he was feeling unwell.

The light in the ward was dim and soft, shining on the two of them, outlining a warm and moving picture.

Under Jiang Ciyu's meticulous care, Lu Jingchen's health is getting better day by day.

His complexion gradually regained its rosy complexion and his spirits became better and better.

Looking at Jiang Ciyou's busy and tired figure, Lu Jingchen's heart was filled with emotion and love.

He secretly vowed that when he recovered, he would give her a better life and spend his whole life protecting this woman who gave everything for him.

As Lu Jingchen recovered, their relationship grew deeper.

All the storms we have experienced have now turned into nutrients that nourish the flower of love, allowing this flower to bloom more brilliantly.

They know that the road ahead is still long, but as long as they hold hands with each other, nothing can stop them from pursuing happiness.