CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173 HIS MEDICINE

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t see, but as soon as Shen Qingqing began to speak, he pinpointed her location.

Instinctively "looked" toward her.

Those deep eyes suddenly lost their sharpness. Facing each other, Shen Qingqing’s heart tightened.

Clearly, at this moment, Jiang Zhixun posed no threat to her, yet she dared not look into those eyes.

He shouldn’t be like this.

He should be sharp and spirited, soaring through the sky like a falcon.

At the very least, he should be a "rascal" like before, not gazing at her so confusedly.

Eyes lacking focus...

Shen Qingqing looked away, supporting Madam Jiang to sit down on a bench, "Don’t worry, I’ll go ask the doctor about the situation."

"Don’t leave."

Speaking simultaneously, Jiang Zhixun reached out beside him and accurately grabbed Shen Qingqing’s wrist.

He had no idea what to say to Shen Qingqing by keeping her here.

But action preceded consciousness, and before he realized, he had already done it.

Shen Qingqing habitually wanted to shake off Jiang Zhixun’s hand, but seeing him lying pitifully on the hospital bed, her heart suddenly softened.

Allowing Jiang Zhixun to hold her wrist, she spoke gently, "The doctor knows your condition best, I’ll go ask about it."

Her voice was tender, making Jiang Zhixun think of the former Shen Qingqing.

Back then, before they broke apart, this was how she treated him.

In those vacant eyes, ripples suddenly appeared.

The reliance on his beloved erupted at this moment.

Even if she was just going to the doctor’s office and would return soon, he didn’t want Shen Qingqing to leave.

Unable to see, Jiang Zhixun pretended everyone else was nonexistent.

Tighter grip on Shen Qingqing’s hand, "Just like Zhou Jie said, it’s temporary, won’t take long to recover."

What they’re saying might be true, but Shen Qingqing felt it’s better to hear from the doctor.

Seeing her son so attached to Shen Qingqing, Madam Jiang didn’t criticize him for once.

Instead, she complied with Jiang Zhixun’s wishes, asking Shen Qingqing to stay with him in the ward.

She held Shen Qingqing’s other hand, "Qingqing, please stay here with Zhixun while I go to the doctor’s office."

Zhou Jie, perceptive as ever, chimed in, "Auntie, I’ll take you."

Afraid Madam Jiang’s emotional state hadn’t calmed down and might trip while walking, Zhou Jie held her arm.

Others followed suit and left the ward, leaving space for Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing.

Suddenly the ward fell silent, and Shen Qingqing stood by the bedside, her body somewhat stiff.

She had no idea how injured Jiang Zhixun was or what’s going on in his head, completely afraid to struggle.

Not even the slightest motion.

Afraid of hurting him, causing a chain reaction and worse consequences.

Shen Qingqing pressed her lips, "Can you let go first?"

Jiang Zhixun didn’t answer, but earnestly said, "I’ll cooperate with the treatment, won’t be blind forever."

Were it not temporary, he wouldn’t have held Qingqing’s hand just now.

He liked Qingqing, wanted to rebuild a family with her, shielding her from harm.

Not becoming a burden.

Shen Qingqing nodded, realized Jiang Zhixun couldn’t see, and spoke, "Being sick and injured means you should receive proper treatment. Since the doctor says it’s temporary, you will get better; it’s just a matter of time, it’ll pass."

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, the tone Jiang Zhixun dreamed of hearing for years.

The restless anxiety hidden deep within slowly soothed.

The inferiority that arose not long ago was kicked to the corner.

He needed Qingqing.

She was his cure!

As long as Qingqing was around, everything would be alright.

Her palm inadvertently touched the man’s firm cheek, like being burned, Shen Qingqing instinctively withdrew her hand.

But the man tightly held her wrist.

Jiang Zhixun rubbed his cheek against her palm, "Thank you for coming to see me."

He thought he didn’t want Qingqing to see his disheveled appearance.

But when it really happened, he felt having Qingqing by his side was a blessing.

Even if he couldn’t see.

Being able to feel her presence erased all negative emotions.

Shen Qingqing’s face reddened, "Talk if you want, can you not touch?"

If he weren’t a patient, she’d definitely teach him a lesson!

This is what Shen Qingqing thought.

Jiang Zhixun didn’t push his luck; he obediently released her hand.

The softness and tenderness quickly vanished.

His palm felt empty.

Compared to before, the situation now was much better; at least Qingqing was willing to give him a good face, and he should be content.

Jiang Zhixun comforted himself this way.

His hand retreated under the blanket, fingers tightened as if trying to lock in the residual sensations.

The cheek tingled; she also touched there...

Jiang Zhixun was lost in his thoughts, his expression softened, neither cold nor distant, nor mischievous or unruly.

He looked very obedient, like a big wolf dog stripped of aggression.

Shen Qingqing initially wanted to scold him, but seeing him like this, she felt if she did, she’d be bullying a patient.

So she silently swallowed her words.

The hand Jiang Zhixun held hung by her side, rubbing against her coat.

She wondered if it was an illusion, feeling as though the warmth of his palm still lingered on her skin.

That was his temperature.

Jiang Zhixun couldn’t see but his hearing was remarkably sharper.

He could even capture the momentary acceleration in Shen Qingqing’s breath.

Another flustered look appeared on his face.

He asked, feeling aggrieved, "Are you angry?"

Shen Qingqing, a person who yields to tenderness, only stands firm when hurt.

Over the years, some wounds had healed.

With Jiang Zhixun’s weak and helpless demeanor confronting her, under the circumstances, she truly couldn’t speak harshly.

She took a deep breath, "Take care of yourself, don’t overthink things."

Jiang Zhixun nodded obediently, then asked, "During these few days of rest, can you come to the hospital to accompany me?"

Afraid Shen Qingqing might misunderstand, Jiang Zhixun explained, "You don’t have to work, just stay where I can feel your presence."

This guy knows how to exploit.

Just a soft demeanor and he began pushing boundaries.

If she indulged him a little, he’d want to run a dye house!

Shen Qingqing reminded him with clenched teeth, "You’re just my ex-husband, I came to see you because of the elders. I hope you heal properly and aim to return to your post soon, but I don’t want you to blur our boundaries and say inappropriate things."

To win back his wife, Jiang Zhixun, though thick-skinned, was still flesh and blood and couldn’t be completely impervious.

His expression turned dejected.

Already without focus, his pupils became more vacant.

Thin lips pressed tight, saying nothing.

Staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Shen Qingqing, accustomed to his strong and domineering demeanor, was truly unaccustomed to this.

She even doubted if her words were too harsh?

Clearing her throat, she asked, "Hungry? I’ll buy you something to eat."