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The originally empty ward was now full of people.

Doctors and nurses came in and out, Xu Shao and Yang Xiao rushed into the room after hearing the news, the shadows on the ground were chaotic, and it took a while to calm down.

Ji Shurong only regained consciousness briefly, and fell asleep again after a while.

The doctor said that he is fine, but still needs to stay in the hospital for observation.

Jiang Jing stood by the door, and waited for the crowd to disperse before walking forward. There was still the homework he forgot to clean up just now beside the bed. Ji Shurong's hand rested on it, and a soft halo of light was cast under the light.

Regaining consciousness means that the pain is also conveyed to the nerves. Ji Shurong frowned slightly, apparently not sleeping soundly.

Jiang Jing held his hand, stopped doing his homework, and hoped for him to wake up like a watchman.

The watch on the wall passed by in circles. It was the dead of night when the raging wind outside the window beat against the window. Jiang Jing faintly felt a cool breeze. Just as he was about to go over and close the window tightly, his palm was scratched lightly.

He was stunned for a moment, and lowered his head to meet the gaze of last season's Shurong.

Jiang Jing forgot what he was going to do for a moment, instead he held Ji Shurong's hand, his eyes trembled, and his voice became hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth: "You..."

Then there is no more text.

Ji Shurong's eyelids opened a slit, and Jiang Jing blinked quickly a few times in his sight, not sure if it was because of the light or something.

It took Jiang Jing a long time to suppress the turbulent emotions.

"Are you awake?" he asked, sniffling.

Ji Shurong didn't even have the strength to speak, so he could only look at him and blink.

Jiang Jing understood his eyes, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, "I love you."

Ji Shurong's dark eyes moved.

"So don't lie to me again."

Ji Shurong's eyes froze, and he suddenly realized.

Jiang Jing kissed the corners of his eyes, and said hoarsely, "You are no longer alone, and I am not a child, you can tell me anything, and I will be with you no matter what."

Ji Shurong looked at him quietly, and moved the hand hanging by his side, as if he wanted to hug him, but in the end he couldn't let go.

Sensing his intention, Jiang Jing avoided the needle on his right hand, opened his arms and hugged him lightly, and said with the corner of his mouth bent: "Okay, let's go to sleep again, the doctor said you need to rest more."

Ji Shurong ignored his words and kept his eyes on him.

Jiang Jing went to the window and closed the curtains, and then turned off the lights. Suddenly, it was pitch black, and it took him a few seconds to get used to the blurry surroundings.

There was a gap between the two curtains, and the only light was the cold moonlight, weaving in diagonally from the outside and falling on the hospital bed.

Ji Shurong's eyes shone brightly.

Jiang Jing couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Ji Shurong's eyelashes were long and swept across his palm like feathers.

Jiang Jing felt a sore and itchy heart.

I don't know how long he held it until he heard the sound of Ji Shurong's even breathing before letting go.

Jiang Jing looked at him quietly for a while, confirmed that he had fallen asleep, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.Ji Shurong remained motionless, his slightly frowning brows relaxed slightly.

He suddenly remembered the days when Ji Shurong was ill. He wanted to spend more time with Ji Shurong every night, but he couldn't help falling asleep every time.

At that time, Ji Shurong suffered physical and psychological torture, but he didn't know anything about it.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Shurong was protecting him, taking care of him, and showing him all the good things.

But now Jiang Jing knew that there were countless scars hidden behind the man hugging him.

Those wounds are engraved in the depths of the soul dripping with blood, difficult to heal, and cannot be touched.

As soon as Ji Shurong woke up, the low pressure that had lingered on Jiang Jing's body for the past few days also dissipated.

Zhao Yu asked him insinuatingly if something happened recently, Jiang Jing glanced at him and said, "There is a big event."

Zhao Yu listened attentively: "What's the matter?"

"The monthly exam is coming soon. If you fail the exam, call your parents."

As soon as he heard him say this, Zhao Yu withered, and went back to his seat to read a book.

During this period of time, Jiang Jing hadn't listened to the class very seriously, and he was fooling around with his homework.The review process in the third year of high school was fast, and he passed a topic without paying attention, and he didn't know how to make up for it.

He didn't need to take the exam to know that he would definitely fail this monthly exam. Jiang Jing used to be a nail in the tail of the crane, and it was no big deal for him to miss the exam once.

But he didn't want to recruit Jiang Zheng at this juncture.

So he carried a stack of books to the hospital every day, and under Ji Shurong's silent gaze, he didn't even dare to leave.

He didn't know many questions, and he couldn't ask Ji Shurong, and he often suffocated himself to death with a question.

When Ji Shurong was able to speak, Jiang Jing had already left these questions aside and completely forgotten about them.

There were multiple fractures on his body, he couldn't move, and he had to be fed to his mouth even to drink.

Jiang Jing poured a cup of hot water, took a sip to test the water temperature, then put the thin tube near his mouth, and said, "Drink slowly."

Ji Shurong took a few sips, and the dryness in his throat eased slightly.

"Is it sweet?" Jiang Jing looked at him and said, "There is honey in it."

The corner of Ji Shurong's mouth curved slightly: "Sweet."

It's not really sweet, it's bitter.

The illness changed his sense of taste to a certain extent, and the slightly sweet honey water was bitter in his mouth.

It's just that Jiang Jing's eyes were too bright, and he didn't want to see them dim.

In the afternoon Xu Shao brought a psychiatrist to visit.

The psychiatrist had bad legs and feet, so Xu Shao carefully supported him and walked to the bed very slowly.

Ji Shurong was looking out the window in a daze, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and glanced.

The doctor leaned on the railing at the foot of the bed to stand firm, and smiled kindly with a trace of helplessness: "I haven't seen you for so long, how did you make yourself look like this?"

Ji Shurong didn't speak, as if he didn't hear.

The doctor sighed, turned his head and said to the two people behind him, "Go out first, I'll chat with him alone."

Jiang Jing didn't know why, but he followed Xu Shao out quietly.

The door was gently closed, and the scene inside could be seen through the glass.

Ji Shurong kept his posture and said something expressionless. The doctor sat on the chair beside him, sighing from time to time.

Jiang Jing looked at it for a while, then looked away and said, "Is this a psychiatrist?"

"Yeah." Xu Shao leaned against the wall with his arms folded and said, "A senior psychiatrist who specializes in treating depression and has been in contact with Ji Shurong for many years."

Jiang Jing took another look inside.

Xu Shao said: "Don't worry, he should be the person who knows Ji Shurong best, and he came here this time to confirm his condition."

The two stood outside the door for a while, until there was a sound from inside.

The doctor accidentally broke a cup, and glass shards splashed all over the floor.

"I'm sorry." The doctor withdrew his trembling hand and sighed, "I'm too old to hold things steadily."

Jiang Jing went in first, squatting on the ground and carefully picked up the large piece of glass.

"Don't get stuck." Ji Shurong said hoarsely.

Supported by Xu Shao, the doctor stopped and looked back, his eyes lingering on Ji Shurong and Jiang Jing.

He asked a lot just now, but in the end Ji Shurong ran out of patience and refused to speak no matter what.

I didn't expect to take the initiative to speak now.

The doctor was keenly aware of something, and walked out the door thoughtfully.

When Jiang Jing finished cleaning up the mess, Ji Shurong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He tiptoed out, and the doctor was still standing outside, as if waiting for him.

"What's your name?" the doctor asked softly.

"Jiangjing."

The doctor looked at him a few times and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'll just ask you a few questions."

His face was wrinkled, his eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled, but his pupils were surprisingly clear.Being looked at by such eyes, Jiang Jing felt like everything was seen through.

"Tell me." Jiang Jing's tensed back just now relaxed.

The doctor said slowly: "What's your relationship with Ji Shurong?"

Jiang Jing paused, hesitating whether to say it or not.

Xu Shao said from the side: "Just say what you want, Dr. Lin is not an outsider."

Jiang Jing lowered his eyes: "Couples."

"So that's how it is." The doctor sighed, and continued: "His illness has indeed relapsed, but the priority is to treat the injury first. I see that there are sedative drugs in the medicine prescribed by the hospital. The sleeping pills should be suspended for a few days."

Jiang Jing frowned: "But..."

The doctor knew what he wanted to say, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "So it's up to you during this time, you are his antidote, more effective than any medicine."

The author says:

I wrote it a bit hastily 555～Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long QAQ