CHAPTER 175: CHAPTER 175 MATCHMAKING

Shen Qingqing bought food for Jiang Zhixun but didn’t stay in the ward to help him eat.

Instead, she went back to the compound to bring the old man over.

As she expected, the old man was almost in a panic when he heard Jiang Zhixun was in the hospital.

When she got home, the old man was about to go out.

On the way, Shen Qingqing explained Jiang Zhixun’s situation to the old man.

Only then did the old man’s emotions stabilize a bit.

Upon reaching the ward and seeing Jiang Zhixun, he finally breathed a deep sigh of relief knowing there was no threat to his life.

"Illness can be treated slowly, as long as you’re alive, that’s better than anything!"

Jiang Zhixun nodded, "I’m fine."

He remained calm, without a trace of disappointment, but the old man felt rather uneasy watching him.

In the past, he always thought of bringing the young couple together, but it ended up displeasing everyone. It might have been better if he hadn’t interfered and let the young people handle things themselves.

Now, he felt somewhat softened.

When Shen Qingqing proposed to leave, the old man hesitated but still voiced his thoughts.

"Qingqing, are you going to work tomorrow? If not, could you come to the hospital to help take care of Zhixun?"

Shen Qingqing didn’t hesitate much, "I’ll sort out some work at school and come over in the morning to relieve the auntie."

Even though it’s her day off, she needs to prepare lessons.

With someone watching over Jiang Zhixun, Shen Qingqing felt there was no need for her to stay around.

She planned to finish her work first.

It was already thick-skinned of the old man to make this request, so he didn’t have the nerve to keep her.

He said, "Let Xiao Li take you home. What time are you leaving tomorrow? I’ll have someone pick you up from school."

Shen Qingqing shook her head, "No need for a ride, I’ll bike myself. It’s good exercise."

The old man didn’t insist, "Then take care and stay safe."

Shen Qingqing agreed, greeted Madam Jiang, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Zhixun wanted to speak to her, subconsciously raising his hand, but his eyes couldn’t see, and he didn’t catch anything.

This small gesture didn’t escape Shen Qingqing’s notice, causing a small ripple in her heart.

"Brother Zhixun, focus on recovering."

She said this, then decisively left the ward.

If it were in the past, Madam Jiang surely would have complained about Shen Qingqing’s stubbornness and lack of care for Jiang Zhixun’s feelings.

But after going through so many events and incidents, she felt Shen Qingqing had done well enough.

She comforted her son, "Qingqing still cares about you, but given your awkward relationship, she can’t stay in the ward for long. Don’t overthink."

Jiang Zhixun didn’t hope for much.

It was already good for Qingqing to come and see him.

One should know to be content with what they have.

...

Jiang Zhixun’s sudden blindness, although temporary, also affected Shen Qingqing’s mood.

In her mind, Jiang Zhixun was always the image of omnipotence. Suddenly needing care, Shen Qingqing found this really hard to adjust to.

Back at the dormitory, she sat at her desk, unable to write a single word in her lesson plan, just staring blankly out the window.

Not until sunset, when the room dimmed, did she pull back her thoughts.

Shen Qingqing frustratingly ruffled her hair; she had zoned out because of Jiang Zhixun.

This wasn’t a good sign!

Suddenly, she recalled the bet she made with a colleague.

Shen Qingqing wasn’t stingy; whenever she had money, she would spend what she should and save what she should.

Treating a colleague to a Western meal was something trivial to her.

But she didn’t want to lose.

That would mean she was walking back to where she started!

With a click, she switched on the light.

The dim yellow light filled the small dormitory, and she glanced at the single sofa beside her.

Shen Qingqing’s mind was a bit chaotic.

One moment she saw Jiang Zhixun easily lifting the sofa.

Another moment, she imagined him lying helpless and bewildered on the hospital bed, eyes unfocused.

Shen Qingqing met Jiang Zhixun at fifteen, and now their entanglement had lasted thirteen years.

Putting aside emotional discord, in other aspects, Jiang Zhixun had never mistreated her.

Now, with his body injured and his career possibly affected, Shen Qingqing couldn’t remain indifferent.

But as his ex-wife, with no intention to remarriage, nothing she did seemed appropriate...

A sigh escaped her lips.

She still hoped Jiang Zhixun would be well, whether serving the people or living his life, as long as he remained healthy.

Forcing herself to refocus, Shen Qingqing took a deep breath and began writing her lesson plan.

Jiang Zhixun, the only son of the Jiang Family, had many people caring for him, ensuring he wouldn’t lack care.

She... didn’t need to worry so much.

...

After one night, Jiang Zhixun’s vision hadn’t returned.

In the pitch darkness, despite his strong mental fortitude, he still felt a bit anxious.

He feared misjudgment could mean never seeing the light again.

Placing his hand by the bedside, holding onto something, gave him a slight sense of grounding.

With others in the ward, even if uncertain, he had to maintain composure.

If he panicked, it would surely scare the elders.

The atmosphere was heavy, and Jiang Zhixun broke the silence, "When will Qingqing come? Did anyone arrange to pick her up?"

Madam Jiang quickly replied, "Xiao Li went to pick her up, they should be on their way now, just wait a bit."

Jiang Zhixun wanted Shen Qingqing to come but feared disrupting her work.

This year, she had just started her job, and it was clear she genuinely liked it.

Jiang Zhixun was lost in thought when suddenly he heard footsteps in the corridor.

Even without seeing or hearing voices, he was certain the person coming was Shen Qingqing.

He hurriedly asked, "Mom, is my face clean?"

Madam Jiang, who was feeling sad, unsure when her son would recover fully, was taken aback by such a question, leaving her chest tight and unable to express her frustrations.

Quietly exhaling, she reminded herself that he was the patient and best not to scoff at him at this time!

"How about wiping it once more?"

Without sight, Jiang Zhixun couldn’t do many things on his own.

Not having looked in the mirror, he had no idea of his current appearance.

He wanted to nod, but it was too late.

Shen Qingqing pushed the door open, carrying a bag of food.

There were steamed buns, boiled eggs, and vegetable porridge in a lunch box.

She brought enough for Madam Jiang too.

Just bought from the canteen, it was still warm.

"Auntie, have breakfast first, then go home to rest. I’ll be here with Brother Zhixun, so you needn’t worry."

Madam Jiang had already planned to take this opportunity to let them spend more time together.

She said, "Then I’ll come back to relieve you in the afternoon, and you need some time to adjust since you work tomorrow."

Shen Qingqing asked, "What about tonight? Your health will suffer if you stay up too late."

"His condition is stable; he doesn’t need constant watching overnight, and it won’t interfere with resting."

Recently blind, he hadn’t yet adapted to life without sight, needing help with personal tasks.

Once he overcame this mental hurdle, caring for him wasn’t as demanding as with other patients.

Shen Qingqing’s gaze rested on Jiang Zhixun’s face, noting his decent state.

"Let’s have breakfast."