Murong Cheng looked at him with mixed feelings.
At the very beginning, she did not dislike Feng Ji Chuan. However, after he broke off the engagement with her daughter, and when she realized that it was because of the incident with Leng Shuangwei, she came to have a negative opinion of him. Leng Shuangwei was that woman’s daughter after all.
“I appreciate your help,” Murong Cheng eventually uttered out these four words. “You should also head back soon to rest.”
“Let’s wait until she regains consciousness. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep even if I go home anyway.” Feng Ji Chuan turned to look at Nian Xi, who was lying on the bed, and there was a deep look in his eyes.
Just when Murong Cheng was about to say something, Feng Ji Chuan turned his head back and added, “Don’t worry, Aunty. I know that you don’t like to see me. I’ll go out now.”
After he said this, he began to walk out of the ward.
Just then, Murong Cheng stood up and replied, “Ji Chuan, things are over between the two of you. Xixi has a boyfriend now. I’m sure you’ll meet a better person too.”
“I have nothing to say if her boyfriend can treat her better than I do and give her a sense of security. Besides, Nian Xi isn’t merely just my ex-girlfriend. We grew up together.” With that, Feng Ji Chuan walked out of the ward.
As the grey skies barely brightened, the person on the bed abruptly jerked up and let out a few muted moans.
Nian Junting quickly paged for the doctor. After the doctor conducted another round of checks, Nian Xi slowly regained her consciousness. Her eyes weakly scanned the room before she murmured, “Mom… Brother… Ji Chuan…”
As she tried to string her words together, she felt tightness in her chest. Immediately after, the doctor swiftly cupped the oxygen mask over her mouth.
“Don’t say anything. The doctor said that your lungs are slightly injured, so you better rest well.” Murong Cheng caressed Nian Xi’s head, her heart awash with sympathy for her daughter.
Nian Xi nodded her head.
“Xixi, are you hungry?” Feng Ji Chuan asked gently. “I’ll go get you some breakfast.”
“It’s best for her to have some porridge and milk. Solid foods that are too tough aren’t suitable for her,” the doctor reminded.
“Sure,” Feng Ji Chuan replied, and he headed out of the ward before Nian Junting could do so.
Nian Xi spaced out as she watched his silhouette disappear. Only after a long time did she then look at Murong Cheng helplessly. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out of her mouth.
However, Murong Cheng could still discern that she was mouthing the word “Jiang.”
“We still can’t reach him yet.” Murong Cheng sighed. “Luosang called him a few times, but nobody answered the call.”
Murong Cheng felt slightly sorry for Nian Xi, and after a pause, she added on, “…But Feng Ji Chuan kept watch in the ward for the entire night. He was the one who bought all those things.”
A frown formed on Nian Xi’s pale face. Shortly after, she yanked off her oxygen mask with all her strength and uttered, “He… doesn’t… answer calls from strangers.”
Nian Junting was utterly speechless. “Is your sister-in-law a stranger? He should at least save the contact details of his girlfriend’s family members. Isn’t this common sense?”
A dull look appeared in Nian Xi’s eyes. As Jiang Yuning was autistic, certain aspects of his character were unlike that of normal people, which Nian Xi had been well aware of since a long time ago. Hence, she heaved out a silent sigh in her heart before closing her eyes. The sense of discomfort in her chest made it impossible for her to speak.
When it was past 7:00 a.m, Nian Qingyun and Luosang also dropped by, and they stayed right up till 9:00 a.m when Nian Xi was taken away for a check-up. Murong Cheng was now the only one left in the ward. All of a sudden, the door violently swung open, and Jiang Yuning barged in. He was wearing his white lab coat, and a look of anxiety was written all over his refined face.
Murong Cheng had been resting, but the sudden loud commotion made her jump in fright. She opened her eyes, and when she saw Jiang Yuning, she became incandescent with anger.
“Aunt… Aunty, Where’s Xixi?” Jiang Yuning stuttered as he asked. His delicate face was as white as a sheet of paper.
“You’re too late,” Murong Cheng replied crossly.
Late…
Jiang Yuning felt his head buzz.
Was Nian Xi gone?
Jiang Yuning recalled how his heart felt as if it was coming to a stop this morning when he received a WeChat message from Granny Nian saying that Nian Xi had sustained serious gunshot wounds and was in a critical condition.
