Chapter 380: Chapter 380 - 374: Not Only Did She Drink, She Swallowed

Although it felt inappropriate to undress a man while he was unconscious, she had done it two years ago. Two years later, she wasn’t sure she could do it again.

But Jing Jihan was such a clean person that if the blood around his neck and back wasn’t cleaned, he probably wouldn’t be comfortable.

Shi Su decided to unbutton a few buttons of his hospital gown, noting that the medical staff had indeed disinfected and cleaned the area behind his neck during the emergency treatment. There were only a few traces of blood on his chest, not much and not obvious, showing the staff had been thorough.

After washing the towel twice, she helped him clean up, and then buttoned up his hospital gown.

After completing everything, she sat back down in the chair and glanced at the man’s peaceful sleeping face.

Perhaps because her mind had finally relaxed a bit, she leaned against the edge of the white table by the bed, her arm resting on the table corner, and closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to better rest her tense emotions.

She almost fell off the chair after sleeping for less than half an hour. Quickly steadying herself, she looked at the slippery table corner with exasperation and moved closer to the bed, intending to lean against it and close her eyes again. But just as her arm touched the edge of the bed, a man’s hand suddenly pressed onto it.

Shi Su paused and, rather than instinctively pushing the hand away, she turned in surprise to look at the man still with closed eyes: "The doctor said you’d need at least another three to four hours to wake up. How come you’re awake so soon?"

The man still had his eyes closed but slowly and faintly spoke: "The duration of sleep induced by anesthesia varies from person to person. I probably already slept for quite a while."

She could clearly hear his words, but they were weak and powerless, somewhat hoarse and haggard. After such a short sentence, he was too tired to speak again.

Shi Su turned to look at the white clock in the ward, noting it had indeed been two or three hours since he was taken to the emergency room.

She quickly sat up straight, recalling to pull her hand out from under his, seeing his closed eyes seemingly too weak to open. She asked softly, "Is there any discomfort? Do you need me to call the doctor?"

After a moment of calm, the man replied hoarsely: "No need. I heard what the doctor said; it’s not that severe, no need to be so worried."

Shi Su: "..."

Anesthesia-induced drowsiness varies; some people might not feel anything even if stabbed, while others just can’t open their eyes and wake up but can sense movements around them.

So he knew she had been cleaning his body just now?

The air instantly fell into a long-lasting silence.

Shi Su didn’t speak again. Now, with neither his assistant nor people around him present, she, too, was alone. Both were without phones or identification documents in the hospital ward. Although having just undergone a major crisis upheaval, the man’s brief husky calming words instantly soothed countless waves of panic and fear within her heart.

Perhaps because she was too quiet, the man who had kept his eyes closed finally opened them and turned on his hospital bed to look at her.

Shi Su had no idea about her appearance at the moment. From the incident up till now, she only knew they both had survived but didn’t know how much of the blood on her had been properly cleaned. The nurse who tended to her wounds merely gave her a clean outfit to wear; now, her hair was messy behind her, no serious injuries, but her complexion wasn’t much better than the man on the hospital bed.

Seeing her bewildered yet trying to regain her composure, Jing Jihan seemed to want to see if her foot was really injured but only managed a slight movement before a frown crossed his brow due to the neck wound, hindering his attempt to sit.

Shi Su noticed his movement and immediately shook her foot to show nothing was wrong: "Don’t move, I’m fine. Just a few shards of a lamp hit me, already bandaged; look, not serious at all."

He stopped moving, his furrowed brow relaxing upon seeing her anxious expression, and though weak, his faint hoarse voice strangely carried a hint of teasing: "Scared?"

"...No."

Shi Su resolutely declared on the surface.

But inside, she really wasn’t sure, indeed frightened, just unwilling to show too much.

She simply stood up abruptly to fetch a cup of water, planning to help him drink it upon returning but found nothing when she opened the drawer by the bedside—no disposable spoon, no straw, only a waste of effort.

Now he couldn’t be helped to sit up, the wound definitely couldn’t be disturbed, and he couldn’t drink water while lying down.

She glanced at the obviously somewhat thirsty man and, thinking it through, raised the cup to her lips in his gaze—

She drank it herself.

—Not only drank it, but she swallowed it.

She wasn’t planning on switching to any unusual method to feed him.

Seeing her casually finish the water meant for him in one gulp, setting the empty cup carelessly on the bedside table.

Jing Jihan looked at her for a moment, the instinctive thirst after anesthesia resurging: "Your caregiving style is overly perfunctory."

"Your way of rescuing is overly death-defying," Shi Su stated while lifting her tone.

He didn’t speak anymore, just watching her.

Or, you might say, examining.

The man lay on the hospital bed, his hair unusually disheveled, his gaze softly fixed on her, yet in the dark depths was concealed a blade she couldn’t see through, as if wanting to pierce through something in her eyes, pitch-black and fierce.

Shi Su sat there for a moment, her eyes meeting his.

He should feel cold and loathe her.

Even if they occasionally met, it was during non-essential moments with no need for an exchange, not surprising as estrangement was her chosen destination.

But what was this now?

Facing his examining gaze, Shi Su’s breath hitched sharply and she abruptly stood up, turning directly to leave.

Jing Jihan called to her: "Where are you going?"

"It was chaotic at the scene; my agent and they are probably still looking for me." She turned back to look at him and added, "I’ll find Zhou He for you; he’ll take care of you."

After finishing, she withdrew her gaze, ready to leave, but suddenly heard noise from the hospital bed and Jing Jihan’s sharp intake of breath.

Shi Su halted, turned to see the man seemingly attempting to sit up, only to fall back onto the bed.

She quickly rushed over, seeing him fall onto the bed, his shoulders sliding against the pillow, and blood seeping through.

"Jing Ji Han, what are you doing?!" Shi Su barely held back her temper, swiftly pressing the bedside button to call the nurse.

The nurse arrived quickly, and Jing Jihan, for tugging the wound, was scolded for quite some time, efficiently addressing the bleeding again.

Shi Su pursed her lips, standing silently by the side, now truly seeing how severe the wound behind his neck was.

Jing Jihan ignored the nurse’s admonishing words and only looked up at Shi Su when the nurse started another anti-inflammatory IV drip for him.