Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Lu Jingchen lay quietly on the bed, the white sheets covering him, making his face look even paler. In the ward, the smell of disinfectant permeated every inch of the air, and the instrument made a regular "drip" sound, as if sighing for his weakness. The IV bottle was hanging high beside the bed, and the transparent liquid flowed slowly into his body along the slender tube, drop by drop, as if trying to deliver vitality and strength.

Jiang Ciyou pushed open the door of the ward very lightly, fearing to disturb the tranquility in the ward, even though this tranquility made her heart clench even tighter at the moment. Her eyes immediately fell on Lu Jingchen's face, her eyes full of pity and self-blame. She unconsciously quickened her pace, walked to the bedside in a few steps, and gently placed the insulated lunch box in her hand on the table beside her.

"Jingchen, are you awake?" Jiang Ciyou asked softly, her voice as gentle as the softest spring breeze, with a hint of concern, and her fingers gently brushed away the slightly messy hair on his forehead.

Lu Jingchen's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Jiang Ciyou's worried face. His cracked lips slightly raised, and he pulled out a weak but affectionate smile: "I knew that I would see you as soon as I opened my eyes."

Jiang Ciyou's eyes turned red, tears welled up in them, she quickly turned her head away, not wanting Lu Jingchen to see her crying. She reached out and wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound more stable: "How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt? I brought you some food, all your favorites, can I feed you?" As she said that, she turned around and opened the insulated lunch box, and a steaming aroma instantly filled the air.

In the lunch box was the millet porridge that she had carefully cooked early in the morning. The golden millet grains were plump, rolling in the thick rice soup, exuding an attractive luster.

It is served with a few light and refreshing side dishes. The tender green vegetables are cut into thin strips and sprinkled with a little bit of crystal salt, which looks very appetizing.

Jiang Ciyou gently stirred the porridge with a spoon. When it reached the right temperature, he scooped up a spoonful, blew on it carefully, and then brought it to Lu Jingchen's mouth.

Lu Jingchen was moved when he saw Jiang Ciyou's focused look.

He opened his mouth and drank the spoonful of porridge. The warm feeling instantly spread from his throat to his whole body, dispelling some of the discomfort in his body. "Mm, it tastes good. Thank you for your hard work, Ciyou." He said softly.

Jiang Ciyou shook his head, his eyes full of determination: "It's not hard, you suffered such a serious injury for me, this is what I should do."

She fed Lu Jingchen spoonful by spoonful, her eyes never leaving him, fearing that he would feel the slightest discomfort.

After finishing the porridge, Jiang Ciyou picked up the towel again, dipped it gently in warm water, and wiped Lu Jingchen's face and hands.

Her movements were as gentle as if she were treating the most precious treasure in the world, and every wiping motion was filled with affection.

She carefully wiped the porridge stains from the corners of his mouth, and her fingers accidentally touched his cheek. The slight coolness made her heart ache again.

"You should sleep a little longer and have a good rest. I'll be here with you." Jiang Ciyou tucked the quilt for Lu Jingchen and said softly.

Lu Jingchen held her hand and stared at her deeply: "I don't want to sleep, I just want to see you more. Ciyou, don't take this matter to heart, I really don't blame you."

Jiang Ciyou couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they fell onto the back of Lu Jingchen's hand: "How can you not blame me? If I had noticed that bastard's plot earlier, you wouldn't have been hurt. Jingchen, I'm so scared, afraid of losing you."

Lu Jingchen raised his hand with great effort and gently wiped away her tears: "Don't cry, look, I'm fine, right? I just got a minor injury, and it will heal soon. Besides, for you, I'm willing to do anything, no matter how dangerous it is, I will never back down."

Jiang Ciyou held his hand tightly and put it against her cheek, as if to absorb the warmth and strength from him: "I know, Jingchen, I will remember all your kindness to me. From now on, I will never let you get hurt again. I will always be by your side to take care of you until you fully recover."

The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the window, casting a few rays of golden light, which fall on the floor of the ward, forming patches of mottled light and shadows.

Jiang Ciyou sat on a chair beside the bed, leaning her head against the edge of the bed, holding Lu Jingchen's hand, and fell asleep unknowingly.

There were still traces of tears on her face and her brows were slightly wrinkled, as if she was still worried even in her sleep.

Lu Jingchen moved his fingers gently, afraid of waking her up, but his eyes remained on her face.

He looked at her tired face and swore secretly in his heart that when he recovered, he would love her more and give her a stable and happy future.

He recalled every little detail of their acquaintance, the happy times they spent together, the moments of supporting each other in difficult times. Every scene was like the most precious treasure, deeply engraved in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ciyou slowly woke up. She looked up and saw Lu Jingchen staring at her. She smiled a little embarrassedly: "Why did I fall asleep? Did I crush you?"

Lu Jingchen shook his head: "No, you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you up."

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the ward door and Lu Jingchen's friends walked in.

They held flowers and various gifts of comfort in their hands, their faces full of concern.

"Jingchen, how are you? We heard that you were injured and we were very worried." A friend spoke first.

Lu Jingchen smiled and replied: "I'm fine, just a few flesh wounds, it will be fine after a while, sorry to have worried you."

Friends gathered around the bed and started chatting with Lu Jingchen, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed.

Jiang Ciyou stood up, poured water for everyone, and stood quietly by.

She watched Lu Jingchen chatting and laughing with his friends, and her heart was filled with relief. At least at this moment, he looked much better.

After chatting for a while, the friends tactfully said goodbye. They knew that Lu Jingchen needed to have a good rest, and they also understood that Jiang Ciyu wanted to spend more time with him.

The ward returned to silence, with only the beeping sound of the instruments and the two people's gentle breathing.

As night fell, the city lights lit up one by one, shining through the window into the ward like a starry sky.

Jiang Ciyou closed the curtains for Lu Jingchen and turned on the bedside lamp. The dim light created a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

"Jingchen, are you hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat." Jiang Ciyou asked.

Lu Jingchen shook his head: "I'm not hungry, please sit with me for a while."

Jiang Ciyou followed his instructions and sat on the bed. Lu Jingchen gently took her hand and placed it on his chest: "Ciyou, do you know? I thought a lot while lying here. I remembered the first time we met. Although you pretended to be strong at that time, I could still see the pain in your eyes. Later, every day we spent together made me more and more dependent on you. This accident made me more certain that you are the one I want to protect in this life. When I am discharged from the hospital, we will prepare for the wedding. I will give you the most grand and romantic wedding and make you the happiest bride in the world."

Jiang Ciyou's eyes sparkled with tears of emotion, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, Jingchen, I believe you. I have been looking forward to that day, and walk through every day of the future with you hand in hand."

It was late at night. Jiang Ciyou tidied the quilt for Lu Jingchen and lay down beside the bed, still holding his hand.

She closed her eyes but did not fall asleep, silently praying in her heart that Lu Jingchen would recover soon.

Lu Jingchen looked at her back, his heart full of tenderness. He moved his fingers gently, feeling the warmth of her palms. With this warmth, he gradually fell asleep.

In the following days, Jiang Ciyou repeated the same thing every day.

Early in the morning, she got up early and rushed home to prepare a nutritious breakfast for Lu Jingchen, sometimes soft and glutinous steamed eggs, sometimes sweet corn paste, paired with fresh fruit slices.

She carefully packed her breakfast and rushed to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, she first helped Lu Jingchen wash up, and gently wiped his face and body with a warm towel, her movements skillful and gentle.

After washing up, she sat beside the bed and fed him breakfast mouthful by mouthful, her eyes full of concentration and concern, and she would ask him softly how he felt from time to time.

In the morning, when the doctor came to check on the patient, Jiang Ciyou always listened attentively, not missing any details.

She asked the doctor carefully about Lu Jingchen's recovery, how his wounds were healing, what he needed to pay attention to in his diet, how to use the medicines, etc.

Every time the doctor gave a suggestion, she would immediately write it down in the memo on her phone, for fear that she would forget it.

After the doctor leaves, if the weather is good, Jiang Ciyou will help Lu Jingchen take a slow walk in the corridor outside the ward.

She carefully supported him, walked step by step, and whispered encouraging words: "Jingchen, take your time, we will go back to rest after walking for a while. Do you feel better today than yesterday?"

Lu Jingchen smiled and nodded, enjoying this rare time alone with her. Although he felt a dull pain in the wound on his abdomen with every step he took, as long as he saw the expectation and care in Jiang Ciyu's eyes, he felt that it was all worth it.

At noon, Jiang Ciyou would rush home to prepare lunch for Lu Jingchen.

She cooks in different ways. Today it is fresh fish soup, tomorrow it is fragrant braised pork, and every dish is full of her love.

She brought the meals to the hospital and sat in the ward with Lu Jingchen, eating and chatting, trying to make him feel a little warmth of home in this boring hospital life.

In the afternoon, Jiang Ciyou would read books with Lu Jingchen, or tell him interesting things that happened outside.

Sometimes, they would watch a movie together. Jiang Ciyou would put the tablet computer on the stand beside the bed, and the two of them would lean against each other, immersed in the world of the movie.

When encountering touching plots, Jiang Ciyou couldn't help crying, and Lu Jingchen gently put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

In the evening, Jiang Ciyou would help Lu Jingchen wipe his body and change the dressings.

She put on disposable gloves, picked up a sterilized cotton ball, and gently wiped the skin around the wound, her eyes full of concentration and caution.

Every time she wiped, she would look up at Lu Jingchen's expression, afraid of hurting him.

After changing the dressing, she would put clean clothes on him again and make his bed so that he could rest comfortably.

At night, Jiang Ciyou still lay on the edge of the bed, holding Lu Jingchen's hand and falling asleep.

Sometimes, Lu Jingchen woke up in the middle of the night and saw her tired face, and his heart was filled with heartache.

He tried to gently withdraw his hand, not wanting her to sleep so uncomfortably, but Jiang Ciyou always subconsciously held his hand tightly, mumbling, "Jingchen, don't leave me."

This made Lu Jingchen even more determined to recover quickly and take good care of her.

Under Jiang Ciyou's meticulous care, Lu Jingchen's health got better day by day. His wounds gradually healed, and his complexion regained some redness.

He looked at Jiang Ciyou's busy and tired figure, his heart filled with emotion and love.

He knew that she had given so much during this period of time. She had put down all her work for him and stayed by his side wholeheartedly.

"Ciyou, when I'm discharged from the hospital, you should take a good rest for a while, and I'll help you with your work. You've been too tired recently, and I feel bad for you."

Lu Jingchen said as he looked at Jiang Ciyou who was sorting his clothes.

Jiang Ciyou raised his head, his eyes full of smiles: "I'm not tired, as long as you can get better soon, everything I do is worth it. Besides, we are together, no matter what happens in the future, we will face it together."

Lu Jingchen felt warm in his heart. He reached out his hand, pulled Jiang Ciyou to sit on the bed, and hugged her tightly: "Okay, let's do it together. Ciyou, thank you for giving me so much love and care. I will definitely treat you twice as well in the future and make you happy forever."

Jiang Ciyou leaned in his arms, tears of happiness flashing in her eyes: "Jingchen, you are the happiness of my life. With you around, I'm not afraid of anything."

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, shining on them, as if coating them with a layer of golden light. The ward was filled with deep love and warmth, witnessing their unforgettable love.

In this difficult time, they supported and protected each other, overcame all fear and pain with love, and brought their hearts closer together.

The road ahead is still long, but they firmly believe that as long as they work hand in hand, they will be able to create a brilliant life of their own.