Chapter 382: Chapter 382 - 376: Are You a Thankless Wretch?

More than two years ago, the old story was revisited, and the man covered in wounds at the bottom of the cliff was still vividly clear in her mind.

"Where there’s profit, there’s slaughter. This world never lacks madmen." Jing Jihan glanced at her: "The business district in Hong Kong is a typical place where people eat human blood buns. Jiang City isn’t much more peaceful either; people kill without seeing blood."

What Shi Su was thinking was only superficial. After all, she had just survived a life-and-death ordeal today and learned that those who were injured along with her had already died on the spot.

Now, having been alone with Jing Jihan here for so long, her mood is... hard to say exactly how complicated, but indeed unable to be calm.

She sat back down on the chair beside the hospital bed: "So I was right not to return to Imperial Capital the Shi Family."

Shi Su put the cup back on the table, thinking of that useless Shi Dongyang, and Mr. Shi’s shrewd, calculating demeanor, her inner resistance becoming more pronounced.

After a brief silence, Jing Jihan said with his eyes closed: "You can choose whichever path you think is right. No one can truly force you to do something you don’t want to do. Every community has its hidden dark places, even the entertainment industry."

Shi Su glanced at him but said nothing.

She guessed that he should understand her situation with the Imperial Capital the Shi Family well.

Clearly, he also knew the reasons she was reluctant to have contact with the Shi Family.

Suddenly, Shi Su reached out and touched the pillow behind his neck. Although the nurse had helped stop the bleeding earlier, there were still traces of blood left on the pillow.

Due to her action, the man instinctively turned his head slightly, but let out a low groan, and turned to see Shi Su leaning over with clear, bright eyes, looking at him, clearly intentional.

Shi Su asked knowingly, "Does it hurt?"

"... What do you think?"

After all, the anesthetic’s effect had worn off.

Shi Su withdrew her hand from his pillow: "Good, it hurts, let’s see if you dare to show off in the future."

Jing Jihan squinted: "Are you a white-eyed wolf?"

Shi Su laughed unkindly: "You already know I’m heartless. It’s not your first day realizing."

The next morning, the doctor came in for rounds; Miss Chen and Chujue had already arrived. Shi Su took advantage of the time the doctor and nurse were checking Jing Jihan’s wound and changing his medication to meet with Miss Chen and Chujue.

"You scared us to death. Yesterday, you went downstairs to celebrate the old lady’s birthday, and then you didn’t return. Suddenly, the hotel had such a big incident. At that time, someone recognized you and said you were also smashed below..." An exhausted Miss Chen, with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, looked Shi Su up and down: "Are you really okay?"

"I’m fine, just got cuts on my foot from the shards of the lamp. Other than that, no other injuries." Shi Su reassured: "But last night was indeed dangerous. I think I’ll have psychological shadows from those kinds of large crystal chandeliers in the future."

Chujue added: "You got hit, how can you not have psychological shadows? When Miss Chen and I arrived later, we saw blood everywhere, knowing people died right below it. Everyone has psychological shadows, really scared us to death. Such a big chandelier, so heavy, with so many metal hooks..."

Shi Su comforted them for a while, learning that when she fell on the ground yesterday, her phone was damaged. Miss Chen gave her a spare phone, and other arrangements would be made after returning to Jiang City.

Shi Su asked Chujue to go downstairs to buy some breakfast to bring up, and upon returning to the ward, the doctor and nurse had already left.

Since Jing Jihan’s injury wasn’t suited for moving around too much, Shi Su didn’t bring up switching wards for him. This room was decent; it didn’t have as many facilities and supplies as the VIP ward, but it was very close to the nurse’s station, making it convenient for her to get anything she needed.

The nurse had thoughtfully changed the pillow stained with blood from last night. Instead of lying flat, the man was half-sitting, leaning on the pillow. When she came in the door, he immediately turned to look at her.

Outside, the day was already bright, the heavy rain in Hong Kong had passed, and it was a rare sunny day. The sunlight spilling through the window added a hint of warmth to the room.

"Want some food?" Shi Su asked, placing the takeaway Chujue bought by the bed. After opening it, she rummaged through the bag, took out the box containing vegetable porridge, and picked up a spoon, planning to feed him.

The man naturally followed his usual easygoing instincts, opened his mouth, and ate, without a hint of hesitation.

Shi Su scooped another spoonful of the porridge, saw the steam rising clearly from it, and asked, "Isn’t it too hot?"

"It is."

"Then why are you eating it?"

"You didn’t blow on it for me."

Shi Su paused with the spoon in hand, hearing him speak with such obvious shamelessness, unable to discern whether he’d been hit into stupidity or whether he’d always had this nasty side.

Probably hit into stupidity.

She wordlessly pulled back the spoon that was nearly at his mouth. Her expression showed reluctance, but she obediently blew on the porridge twice before feeding him again. Watching him eat with an air of calm enjoyment despite the serious injuries, her grip on the spoon involuntarily tightened.

After feeding him, Shi Su also ate some breakfast while it was still warm. Her nerves, still haunted by the previous night, eased slightly once her stomach was full.

Once she’d tidied away the food containers, the man on the bed, who hadn’t moved, suddenly said: "I haven’t washed my face."

Shi Su looked puzzled: "In your condition, why worry about washing up?"

The man lay there, undone the collar of his patient’s gown, smiled lightly: "Just wipe it."

Shi Su: "......" Addicted to wiping, wasn’t he?

Standing there, she hesitated. Originally thinking Zhou He hadn’t come, and Lu Zhao had left, but he couldn’t have come to Hong Kong with just one assistant. She considered contacting hotel staff to see if there were other Yu Jing employees who could help, but it looked like Jing Jihan was relying only on her.

Seeing her still, Jing Jihan continued undoing his gown’s buttons and sighed quietly: "Bring a basin of water, I’ll do it myself."

How could he wipe by himself? Doing so would risk opening his wounds and bleeding.

Shi Su’s expression darkened, giving in, she turned to fetch water.

Returning with the basin, she washed the disinfected towel again, returned to the bedside and found the man had already closed his eyes, waiting for her to start wiping his face.

After she quickly wiped his face efficiently, Jing Jihan opened his eyes: "Since the face’s done, might as well do the rest."

Shi Su: "... Yesterday I only wiped your collar. This is a hospital room, not your bathhouse. Why all these demands?"

The man smiled but didn’t smile: "Unless I reward your kindness with proper servitude, you’ll have a hard time moving past this incident."

Shi Su almost shoved the towel into his mouth, glaring at him, but as she wiped his shoulder, her movements were a bit rough, lightening the pressure as she approached the wound area.

She knew it must hurt, but the man made no sound, simply watching her, clearly preferring pain just to enjoy her service.