[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 239 [English]

【Text line】Split lung

In the hospital corridor late at night, Jiang Dongxian had not changed his clothes, and there were dots of blood on the floor under his feet. Ji Tingqin came over and handed He a cigarette, and the two of them sat quietly on the bench.

——Ji Qing’s spine was suspected to be fractured, and he and Jiang Dongyue were sent for examination.

At this moment, the two were neither love rivals nor political friends, but two brothers, two brothers who were worried about their relatives.

Early the next morning, the doctor invited Ji Tingqin and Jiang Dongxian to the office. When he saw them, he bowed.

The doctor this time was the same old Chinese doctor who treated Jiang Dongyue’s leg last time, Dr. Chen.

The two sat down across the table, and the doctor put Ji Qing’s MRI film on it and explained it to Ji Tingqin.

A spinal fracture is not serious and does not require surgery. Two months of conservative treatment is enough. The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is to avoid complications of spinal cord damage.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Dongxian. Ji Tingqin immediately understood, stood up and left the office, and stopped the doctor who was about to stand up and bow.

The doctor sighed and sat down. Jiang Dongxian sat up straight, with a worried look on his eyebrows.

“Dr. Chen, how is my brother’s condition?”

Dr. Chen sighed again and also took an MRI film and put it on it.

“Deputy Commander Jiang, Mr. Jiang suffered multiple fractures of his patella and tibia this time. He has now undergone surgery. The subsequent situation needs further observation.”

The doctor said it tactfully, but such an official answer was obviously not what Jiang Dongxian wanted.

“Dr. Chen, tell me the truth, Dongyue he… will he be lame?”

Dr. Chen’s face was full of unbearability.

“Deputy Commander Jiang, this…hey…let me tell you the truth. Mr. Jiang’s situation is indeed not optimistic. In addition, he has been severely injured twice before, so…hey…so there is a possibility of lameness. Of course, this person’s situation is different from the previous one. Some people have broken their legs once and become lame, some have been injured countless times and are still fine, and some people have even been lame for more than ten years and suddenly recovered. Don’t worry, let’s see what happens.”

Having said this, what else could Jiang Dongxian say? He stood up and bowed at 90 degrees, which shocked the doctor.

“Deputy Commander Jiang, this can’t be done, it can’t be done!”

Jiang Dongxian still maintained his bowing posture.

“Dr. Chen, please pay more attention to Dongyue and be sure to save his leg.”

After a while, Jiang Dongxian opened the door and left. The doctor watched He’s back disappear and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

*
Two months passed. Ji Qing was basically well, and Jiang Dongyue was able to walk around with crutches.

At seven o’clock in the morning, Ji Qing walked to Jiang Dongyue’s single-family building in hospital clothes. Jiang Dongyue was sitting on a white bench on the lawn with a cane next to him. The warm sunshine hit him, making Ji Qing couldn’t help but stop.

She squeezed her hands tightly, and she would shed tears even if she had difficulty breathing.

Jiang Dongyue was as silent as he. Ji Qing opened and closed his hand twice, and was about to walk towards Jiang Dongyue when he was held by another generous hand.

Looking up, it was Jiang Dongxian.

He shook his head and pulled Ji Qing upstairs from the other side.

The two of them stood in front of the window on the second floor. Ji Qing looked at Jiang Dongyue’s back, then looked up at Jiang Dongxian.

“Brother Dongxian, Dongyue he…he…the nurses said…said he was lame…”

Jiang Dongxian held her hand.

“Qingqing, it’s not your fault…”

After receiving a positive answer, Ji Qing was shocked, took a step back, and then turned to look at Jiang Dongyue’s back again.

At the same time, Sun Hefeng was scolding Zhang Jizong in the living room of the Zhang family. Zhang Jizong was sitting on the sofa, looking indifferent.

——This kind of news cannot be concealed. The news that Jiang Dongyue is lame has already spread throughout the entire circle.

“Jizong! Didn’t I tell you to restrain yourself during this period? You have to restrain yourself!!!”

“Who do you think Jiang Dongyue is? He has no name and no surname for you to manipulate? His father is organizing a joint report!”

“You said you, ah, just make trouble, but you cripple someone’s leg! You are still a boy! How did you ask your uncle to end it for you!!!”

——Although equality between men and women is advocated, men and women are still different. Especially in military and political families, boys will basically go into politics in the future.

Breaking a leg means breaking a life in someone else’s family. Unlike Ji Qing, she was just a girl and lost only an unformed child. Moreover, she became pregnant out of wedlock and the miscarriage was not made public.

After chatting for a long time, Sun Hefeng looked at Zhang Jizong with hatred.

“I have no choice but to tell your father about this matter, so you can prepare.”

Even after all the words were said, Zhang Jizong remained unmoved, and Sun Hefeng suddenly became angry.

“Jizong!!!”

Zhang Jizong twitched the corner of his mouth and turned his gaze out the window without looking at Sun Hefeng.

Sun Hefeng was extremely angry and walked away immediately.

After sitting in the living room for a while, Zhang Jizong took out his mobile phone and called Wu Ting, but Wu Ting did not answer.

He huddled in the corner of his room, his clothes smelled stinky, his hair was messy, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

Moreover, the lights were not turned on in the room, and the blackout curtains were tightly drawn. He had not slept for three days. He cried and fell down, and continued to cry after falling down. His eyes were terribly red, and his spirit was in a state of collapse at any time.

He’s mother Fang Li was knocking on the door frantically, but He acted as if he couldn’t hear her at all and just stared blankly ahead.

“Sister Qinglin…Sister Qinglin…”

He called Fang Qinglin’s name over and over again, and Fang Li outside the door finally couldn’t help but call for security.

The door was knocked open and the sudden light made him close his eyes. Fang Li was so frightened that she covered her mouth.

“Son!!!”

Fang Li rushed in and knelt in front of Wu Ting. She was a timid woman, a distant relative of the Fang family. Her greatest achievement in life was marrying Wu Ting’s father and giving birth to Wu Ting. Now that her most precious son had become like this, she was so frightened that she could not speak coherently.

“Son, it’s mother, it’s mother, son!”

Wu Ting looked up at she blankly, and after a long time he realized that it was his mother in front of him and suddenly burst into tears. Fang Li held he’s head and cried, and mother and son hugged each other until dusk.