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The corridor fell into silence for a moment.

Then the two said something that Jiang Jing didn't listen to. He stood there in a daze, not even responding to the sound of footsteps.

Qin Ye walked out of the corner, did not expect him to be here, and was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Xu Shao followed and looked over: "Jiang Jing? Why are you here?"

The silence was suddenly broken by a noise, and the red light of the operating room at the end of the corridor was turned on again. Outside the door, there were several family members who were devastated.

Jiang Jing looked at Xu Shao blankly as if he didn't hear it: "Depression?"

Xu Shao: "..."

Qin Ye sensed that the atmosphere was not right, lowered his head and straightened his police uniform and said, "I'm leaving first, call me if you need anything."

He went straight to the stairs, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The crying in front of the operating room was much quieter, and the low sobs lingered.

Xu Shao couldn't help sighing when he saw Jiang Jing's gaze.He sighed a little too much today, and his face was haggard visible to the naked eye.

"Did you hear everything?" Xu Shao asked in a low voice.

The lights above his head were extremely bright, but Jiang Jing's eyes were not bright at all.He nodded slowly, opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound.

Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no need for Xu Shao to lie.

He scratched his hair, walked to the bench and waved to Jiang Jing: "Come here, sit down and talk."

Jiang Jing walked over like a marionette.

Xu Shao bowed and supported his knees, took a deep breath and said, "He should be about your age when he got this disease, and it has been seven or eight years now."

Jiang Jing didn't say a word, and listened to him quietly.

"The disease is good and bad, and it recurs in winter. The doctor said that he has no intention of curing it, so he has been procrastinating for so many years, and he has never really recovered." Xu Shao glanced at him, then whispered Said: "This time it's relatively light. He probably wanted to drive to the hospital, and the car accident happened when he got sick halfway."

Jiang Jing kept his head down, and then he opened his eyelids and looked at him: "This time it's considered light, what about before?"

"Before..." Xu Shao hesitated to speak.

He didn't know whether to continue talking.

Judging from Jiang Jing's reaction, he probably didn't know anything about Ji Shurong's past.Xu Shao could understand Ji Shurong's intention after thinking about it for a while. It was nothing more than fear that Jiang Jing would not be able to accept him like this, or that he didn't want Jiang Jing to bear the pressure on him.

No matter what it is, it shouldn't be Xu Shao who opened the mouth.

But according to Xu Shao's understanding of Ji Shurong, even if Jiang Jing cried and begged him to tell the truth, this person would lie without changing his face.

Time passed by, and the crying from the direction of the operating room suddenly became louder again.

To them, this brief silence lasted only a few minutes, but to the anxiously waiting family members, it was like standing on the edge of a cliff, not knowing whether the door would open or whether the door would open.

In a person's life, there are only a few decades of tossing and tossing. Maybe one day there will be some accidents and report in advance, and there will be no point in life.

Xu Shao sighed for a moment, with mixed feelings in his heart.

As an outsider, he didn't need to do anything extra, but as Ji Shurong's friend, he wanted to be more selfish.

Xu Shao was silent for a long time, looked away and said: "He committed suicide several times before, took sleeping pills, cut his wrists, and thought about drowning himself, and he managed to save his life every time. So he can survive until today, in fact It's not easy."

Jiang Jing's head buzzed, as if being submerged in ice-cold water, and even his nerves were so cold that it hurt.

"He doesn't want to live at all, does he?" he asked quietly.

Xu Shao froze for a moment, subconsciously wanted to nod, and quickly reacted and said, "No, it's you now, at least I didn't commit suicide this time."

Jiang Jing didn't say anything, just stared at the ground without saying a word.

His hands on his legs were tightly clenched into fists, his nails almost penetrated into the flesh, and the knuckles turned cold white.

Xu Shao felt pain even looking at him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry too much, everything looks forward, there is no obstacle that you can't get over."

Jiang Jing slept on the accompanying bed all night, woke up several times in the middle of the night, and looked at the hospital bed next to him through the hazy moonlight.

In the silence, only the machine was beeping very regularly. Jiang Jing lay down beside the bed, reaching out to touch Ji Shurong's face.

Serve warm.

Jiang Jing's heart bouncing wildly fell back to its original place, making him feel sore.

No matter how much he slept that night, he couldn't sleep well. In his dreams, Ji Shurong left him.

Xu Shao's words were like knives, they only felt pain when they were pierced in, but they had great stamina.

Before dawn, Jiang Jing couldn't fall asleep, so he just sat on the edge of the hospital bed and stared at Ji Shurong, and didn't move until Yang Xiao pushed the door in.

He stuffed two steamed buns into Jiang Jing's hands, and just as he was about to refuse, Yang Xiao snapped back: "Breakfast must be eaten, if Lao Ji wakes up and sees you skinny and hungry, then you must not faint again?"

These words stepped on Jiang Jing's seven inches very precisely.

He finished eating the steamed stuffed bun in a muffled voice, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

His feat of snatching the mobile phone from the dean yesterday was well-known throughout the school, and he received a lot of attention along the way.He was in a bad mood, and everyone looked cold.

No one dared to go up to talk to him, until he walked out of the stairs, a familiar voice sounded softly.

"elder brother."

Jiang Jing paused slightly, looked up at He Shiyun standing in front of him, and said expressionlessly, "What's the matter?"

Holding the phone in her hand, He Shiyun lowered her head and said, "Dad asked you to call him back."

Yesterday Jiang Jing blocked Jiang Zheng because of his irritability. He thought he could be clean and clean, but he didn't expect Jiang Zheng to be here waiting for him.

"Take it away." He spit out two words, took a step to the side, and was pulled by He Shiyun's sleeve.

"Brother, just call Dad back, he is very worried about you."

"..."

Jiang Jing's tongue touched the cusps of his teeth, as if he really wanted to drop the phone.

He Shiyun was a little afraid of him, and flinched back.

Jiang Jing let out a breath, endured it for a while and said, "Give me the phone."

He Shiyun hesitated and handed it over.

The screen is the page of the address book. With a swipe of the finger, the word "Dad" can be seen. Jiang Jing dialed it, and after a while, he heard Jiang Zheng's voice.

"Hello? Poetry rhyme?"

"It's me." Jiang Jing said.

"Xiao Jing?" Jiang Zheng's voice sank, "Where did you go last night? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Jiang Jing didn't answer his question, but said to himself, "I still have to attend class, so I hung up."

After he finished speaking, he threw the phone back into He Shiyun's arms, and entered the classroom without looking back.

Jiang Jing has been a little absent-minded all day long.

During the class, the homeroom teacher specially took 10 minutes to criticize him by name. No one dared to look up, except Jiang Jing who looked at her as if nothing happened.

The head teacher was so angry that he almost ran away on the spot.

After class, Zhao Yu asked tentatively, "Brother Jiang, who messed with you?"

Jiang Jing said, "No one."

"Then why do you look..." Zhao Yu paused, and carefully chose his words: "You don't look very happy?"

In fact, it looked like it was about to explode at any time.

Jiang Jing was like a powder keg that was suppressed to the extreme, if a little spark was thrown into it, it would explode on the spot.

He lowered his eyes, crumpled up the messy paper and threw it into the table hole, and said lightly, "It's nothing."

He didn't want to say it, and Zhao Yu didn't dare to continue asking.

After school, Jiang Jing quickly walked out of the school gate, hailed a taxi by the side of the road, and went directly to the hospital.

Ji Shurong was still unconscious, Jiang Jing held up a chair and sat beside him, took out homework from his schoolbag and wrote it next to him.

The homework was all about today's review, and Jiang Jing didn't listen to it at all, not even a single one.

He stamped two words casually, and his eyes fell on Ji Shurong's hand.

This hand was slender and fair, and there was a scar on the palm that he had kissed countless times.Jiang Jing moved his eyes down, staring at the injury on his wrist.

This man lied to him for so long, and still pretended to be nonchalant.

Jiang Jing thought of everything he had experienced before, and the tip of his nose couldn't help sore, and uncontrollable tears rolled down Ji Shurong's fingers on the bed sheet.

He sniffed, trying to hold back his tears, but for some reason, the tears flowed more fiercely.

It seemed to drain all his sourness and self-blame.

Jiang Jing lowered his head, buried his face in his palm, bit his lip and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe.

I don't know how long I cried, until there was a soft sound at the door of the ward, and Jiang Jing wiped away his tears and sat up.

Yang Xiao came over with two lunch boxes in his hand and said, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first."

He put the lunch box on the table, saw Jiang Jing kept his head down, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jing couldn't avoid it, and looked at him with red eyes.

Yang Xiao: "..."

He coughed lightly, pretending nothing had happened, and said, "Well, you eat first, I'll go to the toilet."

Yang Xiao went to the toilet for a full hour, and Jiang Jing had calmed down when he came back.

Eye sockets are still red though.

Yang Xiao pretended to be relaxed and said: "Actually, it's good for him to lie down like this, at least he won't have to suffer from insomnia."

Jiang Jing thought for a while, but he actually felt that there was something wrong with this statement.

Ji Shurong lay down for a week, making up for all the sleep he lost this month.

Xu Shao came here a few times, he was too busy with work, every time he came late at night, he didn't stay long and left in a hurry.He took care of the hospitalization procedures. He hired a doctor with the best reputation in the hospital, and what equipment was expensive. Ji Shurong's complexion obviously recovered a lot.

Qin Ye helped deal with the aftermath of the accident, and Yang Xiao and Lu Yan each had jobs, so Jiang Jing was the only one who could stay in the hospital every day.

He ran to the hospital every day after school, and several nurses who came and went knew him. Seeing him lying on the bedside doing his homework earnestly and pitifully, they gave him a small bench to make him sit more comfortably.

Jiang Jing was sitting in a children's chair, writing a math problem with his head down.

The question was a bit difficult for him. Jiang Jing thought for a long time, and just when he had some ideas, he suddenly saw Ji Shurong's index finger move.

It was a light touch, but he still saw it.

Jiang Jing threw the pen away, and suddenly lost all thoughts.