allonlinenovel Chapter 452 Jiang Kai Develops a Reverence for Life
Chapter 452 Jiang Kai Develops a Reverence for Life
After the family doctor finished removing the rotten flesh from Jiang Kai, he left.
The medicine An Xiaoyue gave him, along with a pile of disinfectant supplies, was placed on his bedside table.
An Xiaoyue's words echoed in his ears like a curse.
"Everyone becomes better when they are near me."
"You're being so mean to me. Be careful your wound doesn't get infected and you could die of sepsis. You might even have a fever tonight."
The lingering words not only made it difficult for him to concentrate on his work, but also caused him to vaguely feel discomfort around his wound.
Having things to do during the day can also distract you.
Now, as he lies in bed, the burning sensation around his wound is unusually pronounced.
He didn't know if he would really get a fever, or if it was just An Xiaoyue's words that were causing the problem.
Is An Xiaoyue's statement really that effective?
In the darkness, Jiang Kai, tormented, turned his head to look at the bedside table.
The family doctor smelled it and concluded that it was an excellent Chinese herbal ointment.
Only a renowned traditional Chinese medicine master like Leng Shide could not concoct such a high-quality ointment.
He also said that as long as he used it, he would get better soon.
If not used, the wound will repeatedly fester and ooze pus, and will never heal.
Jiang Kai didn't want to use it because she couldn't stand An Xiaoyue's smug look.
By using this phrase, he was undoubtedly admitting that Jiang Kai was inferior to An Xiaoyue, and that he had no backbone as a man.
From now on, he will never be able to lift his head when he sees An Xiaoyue.
Fu Shengyang will also join in watching him make a fool of himself.
Jiang Kai's thoughts wavered between using it and not using it, and he drifted off to sleep in a daze.
During the rapid eye movement phase, he suddenly found himself feeling hot all over, with sweat constantly seeping out of his pores, and his chest feeling damp and uncomfortable.
The family doctor was pacing anxiously around him, saying, "Jiang Kai, hurry up and apply the medicine, it will be fine after you apply it."
An Xiaoyue mocked him from the other side, "Use it, use it, and you'll admit that I'm better than you, more outstanding than you."
Fu Shengyang chimed in, "Without our Xiaoyue, you wouldn't even know where you'd end up. From now on, behave yourself, or you won't even know how you died. I have thousands of ways to make you disappear from the world."
"Jiang Kai~" His grandfather's stern voice also floated down from the sky, but he could only hear the voice and couldn't see any figure. "You have disappointed me too much. Whether you live or die in the future is up to you. I don't care about you."
During his sleep, Jiang Kai dreamt of many, many people.
Everyone was pointing fingers at him, completely disregarding what he thought.
What did he think?
how to think?
Thinking what?
Jiang Kai felt as if he had walked into a dead end; his legs kept moving uncontrollably, just walking and walking...
No matter where I walked, it was still the same scene.
He had completely forgotten what he was thinking.
He kept walking and walking, wanting to stop, but his body wouldn't obey him.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, as if a large stone was pressing on his chest, constantly compressing the air in his chest cavity, making it impossible for him to breathe.
The feeling of suffocation made him anxious.
There were also various noises in my ears, and my head was throbbing.
He cried for help.
I tried many times, but I couldn't make a sound.
I don't know how many times I tried.
"Haah~"
A long, drawn-out breath echoed in the quiet room, startling Jiang Kai awake from his dream.
He looked around blankly, and all he saw was a simply furnished room.
This is the Begonia Pavilion in Fu Garden.
It's not a silent, suffocating dream world.
Everything in the dream felt too real; Jiang Kai was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.
He turned his head and looked out the window at the blues hour, just before dawn.
The entire Haitang Tower was completely isolated from the world; not a sound could be heard.
This silence made Jiang Kai feel uncertain.
Is he still dreaming?
He gave his brain a command, opened his mouth, and a hoarse sound came from his throat, "An Xiaoyue."
Thankfully, I can speak and breathe; it's a safe and real world.
and many more......
Why did he call out An Xiaoyue's name?
In my dream, everyone has a father and mother, but why don't I have a mother and father?
Mom and Dad, such unfamiliar words.
Jiang Kai was too lazy to spend time thinking about things he couldn't understand.
The suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe in his dream made him truly experience what it meant to be on the verge of death for the first time.
A dream brought him back to the brink of death.
Death feels terrible, and he doesn't want to die.
This was the first time Jiang Kai had faced his inner thoughts directly, and the first time he had felt a sense of awe for life.
He wants to live.
It doesn't matter if An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang make sarcastic remarks.
As long as I can live a healthy life, anything is fine!
He was about to apply the medicine that An Xiaoyue had given him.
After figuring things out, Jiang Kai couldn't wait until dawn. He groped for the medicine on the bedside table and limped out of the bedroom.
A crescent moon in the deep blue sky illuminates the earth.
He could see clearly even without electric lights.
Begonia Pavilion, bathed in moonlight.
Jiang Kai sat on the steps, lifted his clothes, and took off the stoma bag.
The ointment-like medicine was applied to the ulcerated area, and the skin felt itchy and cool, making the whole body feel much more comfortable.
Jiang Kai stared at the small medicine pot in his hand and smiled, "Traditional Chinese medicine is truly amazing."
He sat there in the courtyard until dawn, when he would begin another day's work.
Apart from the daily delivery of three meals and the visit of Warden Chen, who comes every other week, no one else has set foot in Haitanglou.
After consistently applying medication, the festering wound has healed and grown healthy skin.
To earn more work points, Jiang Kai did manual labor every day except for eating, sleeping, and tidying up his house.
Haitanglou has become another quiet haven in Fu Garden.
An Xiaoyue has started school. She has adjusted her career path after graduation, and her focus of study is different from before.
She doesn't have many classes each day, but that doesn't mean she can slack off on her studies.
That day, she was reading in the study.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of lychees.
Beside An Xiaoyue was a plate of peeled lychees.
The flesh is crystal clear and plump; just looking at it makes you want to pick one up and put it in your mouth to taste.
She flipped through the documents, occasionally taking a bite.
"Brother Sheng Yang!"
Ji Yubai's loud voice came from the courtyard, and An Xiaoyue couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
After Zhong Lingxi smoothly transitioned into the second trimester, Ji Yubai's visits to Fuyuan decreased sharply.
Judging from his voice, I knew he had good news to tell Sheng Yang.
An Xiaoyue sat in the study, listening intently to the sounds coming from the courtyard.
"Peeling lychees, let me try some."
Ji Yubai had just reached out his hand, before he could even touch the peeled lychees on the plate, when Fu Shengyang slapped the back of his hand.
He withdrew his hand and said with dissatisfaction, "Tsk! What's wrong with eating one?"
Fu Shengyang raised his chin. "Peel it yourself if you want to eat it."
The hard lychee shell is so difficult to peel; if he has to peel it himself, he might as well not eat it at all.
Ji Yubai glanced sideways and saw Lucky's chubby hands laboriously peeling a plump lychee.
The lychees were peeled and arranged in small pieces on a silicone plate.
It's a bit rotten, but since you don't have to do it yourself and it has to be chewed anyway, it's still edible.
He reached out and took a piece, but Lucky reached out to take it back, and a soft, sweet voice stopped him, "Mommy, eat."
Obviously, "lucky" means that this was also for his mother to eat, and no one else could eat it.
"Luckily, you learned to talk before the other children. It's not to refuse your uncle, you know? Say, 'Uncle, eat.'"
"Mom, eat," Lucky insisted.
"Uncle, eat."
"Mom, eat."
Fu Shengyang was very satisfied with his son's strong principles.
A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips. "You came all this way just to steal lychees from the children?"