Chapter 355: Mo Jingshen, I’m Scared!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Feng Ling came to roll up the head of Ji Nuan’s bed to feed her soup.
She didn’t open her mouth but silently looked at the door. She remained silent for a long time before asking, “Can he still wake up since his cervical vertebrae and spinal nerve were injured?”
Feng Ling clenched her hand holding the spoon.
Although Ji Nuan was not a medical student, she certainly had the most basic knowledge of the human body.
Both the spine and cervical spine were key body parts that could affect the brain. Even if Mr. Mo had no fatal injury, it was a miracle that he survived such a serious accident. However, judging from the fact that he had been in a coma for seven days and was still in danger, it was doubtful whether he would ever wake up.
The doctors had said the success rate was only thirty percent. If Mr. Mo couldn’t make it, he might end up being in a coma for the rest of his life.
But she couldn’t tell this to Ji Nuan.
But even if she didn’t tell Ji Nuan, she might have guessed it.
Feng Ling paused, sat on the bed, and held the bowl to her mouth. “Madam has been in the hospital these days. She cooked the soup by hand and brought it to you herself. Drink some.”
Mrs. Wan Zhu?
Ji Nuan took a look at the chicken soup in the bowl.
Sure enough, Mrs. Wan Zhu was really good at cooking. This soup smelled so fragrant.
She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for Wan Zhu when she insisted on cooking soup for her while suffering the pain of knowing that she may lose her son and her daughter-in-law had a miscarriage.
“Drink some soup. Madam’s pain and worry won’t be less than yours, but she is really strong. For the sake of Mr. Mo, you must hold on. You must take care of yourself. And if you drink the soup, I think Madam will feel better.”
Ji Nuan obeyed and took a sip. The soup was delicious and mild but not tasteless.
“How long will it be before he gets through the crisis?” After a few sips, she stopped drinking and asked hoarsely.
Feng Ling knew she couldn’t drink anymore, so she put the bowl aside and answered, “Not sure. Observation and follow-up treatment are needed. Dr. Qin also came after he got the news. You know, American medicine is very advanced. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will use the best medicine and the best medical means to save Mr. Mo.”
Feng Ling had tried her best to comfort her. No matter how anxious Ji Nuan was in her heart, she could only maintain a calm facade.
They didn’t want her to be too sad. Sadness was useless. The only thing she could do was to stop them from worrying about her.
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A week later, Mo Jingshen was still in a coma. During this week, he was saved from life-threatening conditions several times.
During this period, she could not sleep well every day. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of the black Bentley rushing toward her, and the next minute, she would wake up with hearing the sound of the huge crash and the earthshaking impact. Then she could not sleep again.
The news she had heard from Feng Ling these days was that Su Xueyi had died in the car with the self-ignition system. After investigation, the Los Angeles police believed that Su Xueyi bore a grudge against Ji Nuan, so she, a mentally disturbed person, wanted to die with Ji Nuan, but her plan failed, and she alone died in that explosion.
When the police went to the Su family to investigate, Elder Su and Su Zhilan didn’t say much, except that Su Zhilan said to the media that Su Xueyi was her dearest cousin. She didn’t expect that Su Xueyi was so mentally disturbed that she would be so extreme as to plan to die with someone else…
She laid all the blame on Su Xueyi. The dead could not be witnesses. The case had not yet been concluded in haste, but the police had largely believed the conclusion, and the search for the truth had not been carried out with much seriousness.
Even if Ji Nuan wanted to confront Su Zhilan now, she couldn’t get out of the hospital. Mo Jingshen hadn’t woken up yet, and she didn’t have the energy to testify or charge. After all, she had no proof.
Su Zhilan really knew how to use Su Xueyi to the end. Each ring of the circle was so flawlessly natural that even the police, with their keen sense of smell, failed to detect the truth.
But she would never let go of the murderer who killed her baby!
A few days later, she could walk around the ward, and half a month later, she could walk as far as to Mo Jingshen’s ICU. This ICU had no glass, so she couldn’t see the situation inside or the people inside. She could only feel through the wall the man a few meters away from her, but for some reason, she felt that he was far away from her.
Every day the first words she said when she woke up were: “Is Mo Jingshen awake?”
All she got was a shake of the head.
Ji Nuan couldn’t believe that he had been in a coma for nearly twenty days. But she could probably tell from the doctors’ occasional conversation that the worst result was that he would sleep forever.
Winter nights in Los Angeles were really cold. Ji Nuan stood outside the door of Mo Jingshen’s ward, holding up her hand to touch the cold wall. The light on the other side of the wall had been extinguished for a long time, but she would not leave.
She just wanted to be here with him, waiting for him to wake up, for him to open his eyes.
Day after day, waiting for him on the other side of the wall, she remembered the past between her and Mo Jingshen in the previous life. It was so easy for a person to disappear from your life. Mo Jingshen disappeared so completely in that decade, just like now, silently and traceless.
It was like that fate had played a big joke on her. She thought she had got back bit by bit what she lost in the previous life, but now they seemed to be leaving her again bit by bit.
In the previous life, he was able to return to China safe and sound after ten years. But why did he remain asleep now?
Two days later, at midnight, she squatted alone outside his ward. She looked out of the window at the moonless night sky. It was more and more torturous for her to wait for him to wake up.
When Ji Nuan recovered enough to leave the hospital, it had been a month after the accident.
Mo Jingshen had been sleeping for a month.
The doctors said three days ago that he had passed the critical stage and that his vital signs were stabilizing, but they weren’t sure when he would wake up. Maybe he would wake up tomorrow, or maybe he would never wake up.
Ji Nuan wanted to stay with him in the hospital but was taken back to the Mo family in Los Angeles by Wan Zhu. With Ji Nuan around, Wan Zhu felt as if Mo Jingshen was also around. She felt at ease when she saw Ji Nuan. Besides, she didn’t want Ji Nuan to stay in the cold hospital and remained in a daze every day and night.
She lay in the bedroom where he had slept, calling him three times a day even though she knew he would not answer the calls.
Every time she called, his phone was powered off.
Once again, Ji Nuan followed Wan Zhu to the hospital, and they still couldn’t enter his ward.
She hadn’t seen him for a month.
Ji Nuan squatted in the hallway, holding her cell phone, texting him.
She only sent one message.
[Mo Jingshen, I’m scared.]