1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 258: Jiang Ting’s plan to rescue the unconscious.

"Boom!"

A group of people in white coats were carrying two stretchers through the operating room corridor of the provincial hospital. The quiet and secluded corridor was echoing with heavy footsteps and a tense atmosphere.

"The breathing is intermittent, and there is a high probability that the airway is compressed."

"The pupils are dilated and vital signs are weakening..."

"The back injury is too severe, emergency treatment is required immediately..."

Dr. Huang, chief physician of the emergency department of the provincial hospital, ran with the crowd while observing the condition of the patient on the stretcher and making emergency judgments.

To be honest, when he received the order from his superiors to rescue a young comrade who was injured by two grenades at close range, his first reaction was that it was impossible and that a normal person would not be able to survive.

However, adhering to the orders of his superiors and out of respect for life, Director Huang still came.

When Director Huang saw the injuries all over the patient's body, his expression was solemn. After seeing that his back was charred and the bones were almost visible, he took a breath.

This kind of injury is basically a death sentence after missing the golden period for treatment.

But from the examination just now, it seems that this patient has strong vitality and there is still hope.

"The gunshot wound and the bleeding were well stopped. Although it's already inflamed, it was handled very well. Did Comrade Jiang Ting handle it?"

He glanced at the wound on Cheng Kaiyan's body that was blocked by a military green cloth, and his serious and tense expression finally relaxed a lot, at least there was no heavy bleeding.

"I took care of it. Doctor, please save him."

Jiang Ting was lying on another stretcher. Soon, she would be separated from Cheng Kaiyan and taken to different operating rooms for treatment.

"do not worry."

Director Huang nodded seriously. To be honest, he was very interested in such a rare patient with such strong vitality.

It would be a good thing for him if Comrade Cheng Kaiyan could survive.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ting bit her lip and thanked him softly.

At the same time, everyone had arrived at the door of the operating room.

The next second, the two stretchers went their separate ways and entered different operating rooms for treatment.

Jiang Ting, lying on the stretcher, quickly turned her head to look to her side. Cheng Kaiyan, with a pale face, was lying on the stretcher, in a deep coma.

This guy has never woken up again since the last time he woke up and had a brief communication with me.

Jiang Ting was now filled with regret, recalling the scene of the two people talking in the cave.

"I could have been more gentle, but why was the first thing I said when I woke up a cold question... asking him why he was staring at me."

"You must...stay alive!"

Jiang Ting looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing from her sight, begging desperately in her heart.

With a bang, the operating room was closed and a red light indicating rescue was on outside the door.

……

……

After one hour.

Operating room.

Jiang Ting was lying on the operating table, and the dazzling lights above her head made her dizzy.

Her surgery was now complete.

The doctor had left, leaving only a young nurse behind to look after Jiang Ting, who was waiting for Cheng Kaiyan to come out of the operating room.

"Comrade Jiang, the wound on your upper body has been treated, and your broken leg has been put in a cast. You can rest for a while now. I will report to you when I have news."

Beside her, a young female nurse wearing a white coat and nurse cap, holding a medical record, looked at the beautiful woman on the operating table with amazement.

This cold and indifferent female comrade had a more sickly and delicate temperament after the operation, especially the deep and indissoluble sorrow and resentment between her brows, which made her particularly pitiful, and even she, a woman, was no exception.

"Thank you very much, little comrade. I just want to rest quietly for a while..."

Jiang Ting nodded slightly and said in a weak voice.

She just wanted to be alone now. To be more precise, she needed to think carefully about what had happened in the past few days.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll let you know when there's news."

The young nurse nodded thoughtfully and said very understandingly.

"Clap!"

The door closed gently and the entire operating room fell silent.

Jiang Ting closed her eyes lightly, and the sounds and movements coming from the operating room next door poured into her ears without missing a single one.

"Maximum dose of intramuscular norepinephrine!"

"Hemostat! Tourniquet, provide proximal blockade of the spurting bleeding from the limbs!"

"To warm up the liquid medicine to prevent the patient from hypothermia."

"Inject fentanyl 10μg..."

A series of non-stop sounds, so tense and hurried.

Even through a wall, Jiang Ting still felt heartbroken and painful when she heard these voices.

At this special moment of life and death.

She was finally willing and dared to calm down and think carefully about the question that she had not dared to think about in the cave.

When she was a child, Jiang Ting often heard her mother say that apart from life and death, there is nothing important in life.

Judging from the current situation, this sentence actually makes some sense.

Compared to life and death, what does the unknown forbidden emotion in one's heart matter?

Jiang Ting stared at the ray of moonlight leaking through the gap outside the window with unfocused eyes, and her heart calmed down again.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the fate between the two people started from the first time they met.

But actually it started twenty years ago.

When my niece was one year old, she and Cheng Kaiyan were engaged in a feudal marriage under the witness of their parents.

Parents, naturally including Jiang Ting.

At that time, Jiang Ting was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old. After her family passed away, she had been dependent on her sister and living in her brother-in-law's house.

It was because of this personal testimony that she, who was already married many years later, did not want her niece to repeat her mistakes, so she told her niece, who had been kept in the dark, about her engagement.

As expected, when Liu Xiaoli, who was still young and innocent and whose love was just beginning to blossom, learned about it, her heart was filled with fear and sorrow.

Because of this, the name Cheng Kaiyan also left a deep impression on Liu Xiaoli.

Especially since Liu Xiaoli was in her adolescence and had an ignorant yearning for love between men and women, the meaning of this name became even heavier.

Jiang Ting now thinks that it was no accident that the two of them got together.

It's almost inevitable by chance.

It can be said that as long as two people know each other, the probability of getting together is very high.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting smiled subconsciously, very gently.

……

Later, Jiang Ting accepted Liu Xiaoli's commission and went to cancel the engagement.

I thought that when I went to his house to cancel the engagement, all I would get was his anger and resentment, or at worst it wouldn't be that smooth.

But facing his own strength, Cheng Kaiyan responded with neither arrogance nor servility, and his reaction was even somewhat humorous and showed a kind of insight into the mundane world.

Jiang Ting's first impression of him was that he was a very sober and kind person.

Hardly like someone of this age.

At this moment, Jiang Ting felt like she saw herself in him, the kind of person who seemed to not care about anything and was a little indifferent to everything, as if this world had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps it was this unique first impression that made her call Cheng Kaiyan to help with the move after she had secured his teaching assistant job.

Later, as they worked together day and night in the office of Beijing Normal University, Cheng Kaiyan showed his extraordinary talent in literature and even made a name for himself.

But what touched Jiang Ting the most was that he was very similar to herself.

One has a cold mouth and a cold heart, the other has a warm mouth and a cold heart.

Cheng Kaiyan seemed gentle to everything, but in fact, his inner boundaries and sense of distance were no less than Jiang Ting's. Jiang Ting even felt that he was much more important than herself.

What does that feel like?

It was as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Some people always say that Jiang Ting is a cold fairy who is isolated from the world, but she feels that Cheng Kaiyan seems to be incompatible with the world.

It was a very strange feeling, but this was what Jiang Ting detected with her sixth sense as a woman.

At first, Jiang Ting was a little worried, fearing that the child might have problems working with her, but fortunately, Jiang Ting has always cared about him and taken care of him.

Slowly, as time went by and life continued, this feeling in Cheng Kaiyan gradually subsided and improved.

After Jiang Ting was sure that Cheng Kaiyan would not really develop to her level, she felt a sense of accomplishment, really.

"It turns out that I have a part to play in this."

Later, they worked together, ate together, discussed teaching problems together, studied children's literature together at home, wrote papers together, got up together, washed together, cooked together, ate together, cleaned together, read books together in the living room, and soaked their feet together...

Unconsciously, he has truly integrated into Jiang Ting's life.

At that time, Jiang Ting had a strange, warm and cozy feeling.

It was as if she was raising her own child.

That's right, kid.

Jiang Ting now prefers to call him the child of her soul, the continuation of her soul's life.

"So that's how it is, but..."

After thinking this through, Jiang Ting remembered something and her expression changed, but she finally calmed down.

A sigh was heard in the quiet operating room.

"I was not born before you were born, but you were already old when you were born..."

I don’t know how long it took.

The woman who had fallen silent on the operating table suddenly chuckled and murmured:
"It was a wonderful mistake, and even though I loved it, no one would know about it.

But compared to love between men and women, what I hope more is... to live a good life together forever."

The murmured words seemed like an agreement between the beautiful woman and herself, a shackle.

……

three days later.

It was half past six in the morning and the morning light was dim.

From the distant forest came the sound of cicadas chirping.

Southern Xinjiang Provincial Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

The wide-open windows let in cool mountain breezes, blowing away the summer heat.

From time to time, the sound of bells could be heard from the bicycle shed downstairs.

The entire intensive care unit appears so peaceful and harmonious in this clean atmosphere.

There are two beds in the room, where two patients, Cheng Kaiyan and Jiang Ting, live.

Jiang Ting had woken up. She sat up, the thin sheet slipped off her shoulders, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the bed beside her.

Cheng Kaiyan lay there, breathing slowly and weakly.

After two days of continuous treatment, Cheng Kaiyan's injuries have now been initially controlled and he is no longer in danger of death.

He is now lying on the hospital bed unconscious, but the doctor said that his injuries are too severe and we don’t know when he will wake up, probably in half a month.

The first thing Jiang Ting does is to check if he wakes up. This is a habit she has developed in the past few days.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Jiang Ting's bright, dark eyes, and she immediately cheered herself up and got up. Her injuries had healed initially, and the plaster on her leg had solidified, so she could walk on the ground with the help of crutches.

She leaned on her crutches and poured a basin of hot water, washed her face first, then sat down beside Cheng Kaiyan's bed, lifted the quilt, and carefully wiped Cheng Kaiyan's body with a corner of the towel.

The hot towel emitted moist steam and fell on Cheng Kaiyan's face, brushing across the scabby scars, and gradually sliding down to his neck, chest, stomach, arms, legs, and finally to his abdomen and the embarrassing area below him.

Even so, Jiang Ting's calm and indifferent face only blushed, and she continued to wipe gently.

Originally, this kind of thing should be done by a nurse, but Jiang Ting forced herself to do it herself despite her illness.

"Wake up quickly, I have something to discuss with you..."

Jiang Ting didn't know how to bring up this matter with her niece Liu Xiaoli. After all, Cheng Kaiyan was injured so badly in order to save her.

First of all, she and Cheng Kaiyan certainly didn't want Liu Xiaoli to be too sad because of this matter.

Secondly, she felt extremely guilty and was worried that Liu Xiaoli's attitude towards her would change.

"But... Xiaoli and you know each other and love each other, and you two are going to spend the rest of your lives together. It's better to tell Xiaoli so that she doesn't have any grudges... You think so too, right? As for what Xiaoli thinks of me, I'm willing to accept it."

She touched Cheng Kaiyan's head and asked calmly and patiently, as if the other party could answer him.

Cleaned up.

Jiang Ting was about to get up and go out when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the corridor.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Quite a few people came in.

Lin Qingshui, Ning Qiuyue, Ning Ruzheng, and other writers who went to collect folk songs with Cheng Kaiyan, all carried gifts for recuperation, fruits, and flowers.

"A-Ting, how is Cheng Kaiyan?"

"How is Xiaoyan? Aunt Jiang?"

Everyone in the group was talking at once, some asking urgent questions.

Although Jiang Ting was worried about disturbing Cheng Kaiyan, she did not get angry.

She knew that all of them were concerned about Cheng Kaiyan, so she explained: "Kaiyan is no longer in danger of death, but is still in a coma. Don't worry."

"That's good."

The group turned around and left for fear of disturbing the patient.

Before leaving, Wang Anyi handed Cheng Kaiyan's watch to Jiang Ting, "Professor Jiang, he asked me to keep it for you. He said that if he didn't come back, he asked me to give it to Liu Xiaoli. If he came back, he would come to me in person to get it..."

"Wait until he wakes up and give it to him yourself."

Jiang Ting looked at Wang Anyi for a few times and found that this was the girl who often sat with Cheng Kaiyan in the writers' class. She couldn't help but frowned and rejected her in a faint tone.

It’s better to let Xiaoli handle this kind of thing.

she thought.

Wang Anyi is gone.

Next came Lin Qingshui, who was brought here by Ning Qiuyue.

"Qingshui, Kaiyan, you take care of her. I have other things to deal with today."

Jiang Ting entrusted the matter and said that she was very confident in Lin Qingshui.

Lin Qingshui looked at his brother with a distressed look on his face, "Yeah."

……

noon.

Southern Xinjiang Military Region.

Jiang Ting, Ning Qiuyue and Ning Ruzheng came out of the office building. They submitted a divorce report to their leader and waited for the approval. Then, this ten-year marriage would be completely over.

The atmosphere between the three of them was somewhat silent.

"A Ting, we..."

Ning Ruzheng looked at Jiang Ting with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something.

But Jiang Ting interrupted her with a wave of her hand, "Just call me by my name. I have something to trouble you with. This will be the last time I ask you for help..."

"It's okay. I'm always here as long as you want me to."

"Bring my niece Liu Xiaoli... to Southern Xinjiang. She needs to be present at this event as well."

(End of this chapter)