Chapter 381: Chapter 381 - 375: Mr. Jing’s Injury, I’ll Leave It to You...

The nurse left, and outside the window at three in the morning, the night was mottled, the sound of rain gradually stopped.

The overly quiet atmosphere in the ward, along with the man’s gaze from the hospital bed, made Shi Su somewhat hesitant.

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to step forward to ask about his wound or to leave.

Jing Jihan glanced at the clock on the wall of the ward, his tone hoarse: "Three in the morning, who can you go looking for?"

Shi Su coughed once and took a few seconds before speaking: "So much has happened tonight, why haven’t Zhou He and the others come to the hospital?"

"Zhou He didn’t come to Hong Kong."

His hoarse voice paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "Get me a glass of water."

"Oh."

She was playing dumb earlier, but now that he directly pointed out his need for water, she couldn’t let him remain thirsty.

Shi Su first went out to borrow some common supplies from the nurse to care for patients, as at this time there was no one else in the ward to care for him, and she couldn’t go out to buy things, so she could only temporarily use the hospital’s disposable supplies.

After returning to the ward, she took out a straw, put it in the water cup she had filled, and returned to the bedside to help him drink.

While the man drank the water, she glanced at the needle on the back of his hand.

Jing Jihan’s skin was healthy, leaning towards a cool white, but due to blood loss, it was even paler than usual. On the back of his hand and arm, the bluish veins were clearly visible, the IV drip for anti-inflammation had just been hung up not long ago, the medicine in the bottle dripped through the soft tube into a patch of blue-white.

She thought about the previous topic and said: "When you come to Hong Kong for business trips, you probably don’t come with no people. I remember your company has plenty of secretaries and assistants; typically, the accompanying personnel on a business trip is not scarce, at least two or three people."

Seeing the man drink through the straw, looking completely unhurried, Shi Su had no choice but to keep holding the cup standing by the bed, watching him.

After he finished drinking, he said: "I temporarily flew to Hong Kong to handle two projects; the initial itinerary was only two or three days, not needing many people to come along."

The ward light was also a glaring plain white, the man let go of the straw, and turned to look at her: "Because the rainstorm disrupted the original plans, I’ve stayed in Hong Kong for a few more days."

"And what about Lu Zhao? Zhou He didn’t come, Lu Zhao didn’t accompany as well?"

Jing Jihan seemed to want to sit up by supporting the bedsheet, Shi Su hurriedly put down the cup and reached out to hold him: "Don’t move! The nurse just said you can’t move anymore, if the wound seeps blood again it’ll be troublesome! There’s still a needle in your hand, if it dislodges I’ll have to call the nurse over..."

"I see you’re quite eager to leave, but you have to try to see if you can get out of bed on your own. If managing by yourself is okay, you can leave anytime." He lay back on the pillow, his gaze faintly glancing at the needle in the back of his own hand.

As he spoke, the man’s Adam’s apple subtly moved, like a layer of snow lightly covering something, gradually falling, revealing the original color beneath the snow.

The slightly unscrupulous idea that was exposed made Shi Su momentarily speechless, yet her hand insisted on pressing him not to move.

Her other hand quickly placed on his arm, making sure the needle’s position hadn’t bulged or turned blue from the earlier movement, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she turned back her gaze to him, all the sheets were blindingly white, such overly clean lighting made the man’s already pale face seem more haggard, yet the sharp, clean lines of his face and his jet-black eyes seemed carved into her vision, overlapping with the contours pressed in her heart for two years, the overlapping shadows in her mind were the gaze Jing Jihan gave her while he pinned her beneath him at Zijin Flower Hotel.

Jing Jihan said: "Tonight Lu Zhao is preparing to..."

Just then, the door of the ward suddenly knocked and opened, Lu Zhao’s figure quickly appeared inside the door, his eyes met the man on the hospital bed who suddenly gave him a cold stare, his original immense worry seemed like it was instantly doused with a basin of cold water, causing Lu Zhao to immediately swallow back what he was about to say.

Jing Jihan looked at him expressionlessly, completing the last word he hadn’t finished: "Trip."

Shi Su turned her head to look at the finally appearing Lu Zhao, her eyes instantly brightened: "You finally arrived, here..."

Lu Zhao originally wanted to ask about Mr. Jing’s injury, after all, from the accident until now, because there were too many ambulances coming and going, it was impossible to immediately clarify each injured person’s name who was taken away. He had just hurried back from Hong Kong’s central-west district, and tracked down the hospital and ward where Mr. Jing was already at midnight.

He quickly withdrew his gaze under Jing Jihan’s expressionless look, decisively stepped back.

Shi Su saw Lu Zhao’s decisive step back: "?"

"Miss Shi Su being here is such a relief, I actually have some matters to attend to, and since the rain isn’t heavy today, flights can take off normally, I’ll go for a business trip first." Lu Zhao said seriously: "Mr. Jing’s injuries, I’ll trouble you to take care of them."

Shi Su: "???"

She then looked at the time on the wall: "It’s so late, where are you going for a business trip?"

Even without looking at the hospital bed, Lu Zhao felt the icy gaze from over there and said without batting an eye: "Africa, because the airport temporarily lifted the rain restriction, I just booked a flight to Africa tonight, leaving in the early morning, I’ll go to the airport right away."

"Africa?" Shi Su looked skeptical: "Does your company have business dealings with Africa?"

"It’s a last-minute addition, I’m leaving now." Lu Zhao hadn’t even finished speaking, the person had already opened the door behind him and disappeared again, just over two minutes from entering the ward.

"Hey, you..."

Is going on a business trip so utterly hasty?

Shi Su was infuriated watching the door being closed again, suddenly turned to look at the calm and composed man lying on the hospital bed.

She stared at him for a while, wanting to speak but couldn’t, wanting to swear but couldn’t.

Even if she did swear, the one worth swearing at was probably only herself.

Who told her to happen to be standing right under the light at that time.

She simply turned around, picked up the water cup on the table, and set it back down with a loud sound to convey her current dissatisfaction; the man heard it, only calmly glanced at her.

Shi Su sharply moved her gaze away, picked up the cup and asked: "Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"..."

Shi Su could only pour another cup of water to help him drink; the man’s demeanor was calm while drinking through the straw, as if nothing had happened just now, no one had come, as if nobody had suddenly been sent to Africa in the middle of the night.

She saw the man’s Adam’s apple move slightly as he drank, turned her eyes away and said: "Is the business world in Hong Kong always this chaotic? A human life is at stake, how could such a large chandelier suddenly fall?"

Shi Su truly couldn’t comprehend, a human life at stake, yet the mutual killings within the family here unfolded so real right before her eyes.

The man let go of the straw and laughed, but the laughter didn’t reach his eyes, his voice low and rasping: "You forgot why I was saved by you and your mother in the first place?"