NOVEL NEXT 58 - I
Two weeks later, Zheng Xuran insisted on being discharged from the hospital, so Mu Ci had to come over and help him pack his things. Gu Huai asked a bodyguard to push Zheng Xuran’s wheelchair, but Mu Ci rejected him and pushed Zheng Xuran out with his own hands.
From being a healthy person to suddenly becoming disabled, he understood very well the psychological gap between Zheng Xuran and himself. During the period when his legs were bad, he was very resistant to wheelchairs and had bad mood swings. Not to mention that Zheng Xuran’s leg had almost no chance of recovery, so Mu Ci hoped having someone close to him, which would stabilize his mood.
But Zheng Xuran’s psychological resilience was obviously much better than Mu Ci’s. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, his face was very calm, and he even took the initiative to ask about the transfer of the house.
The transfer took time, so Zheng Xuran planned to rent a house outside for a month.
Mu Ci couldn’t let him live outside no matter what and insisted on letting him live in Gu Mansion so that he could be taken care of more easily. The real owner of the Gu family, Gu Huai, was completely speechless and had no choice but to acquiesce to his fiancée Mu Ci’s hospitable behavior.
It was hard to reject the kindness. Zheng Xuran had just lost his love, and he actually began to long for the warmth brought by friends like a normal person. He just hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
After Zheng Xuran moved in, Mu Ci had no time to quarrel with Gu Huai. He went to see the rehabilitation plan designed by Jiang Wenjing for Zheng Xuran every day and helped him with rehabilitation training, hoping that he would get better.
But after Jiang Wenjing looked at the X-ray, she just shook her head and said, “The possibility of recovery is less than 10%.”
Although it would not lead to amputation, he would not be able to feel anything from the knees down.
Mu Ci’s heart suddenly sank.
On the contrary, Zheng Xuran was more relieved. Perhaps he had experienced greater physical pain, so he didn’t care much about it. There was no greater sorrow than the death of the heart. From the day Jing Zheng abandoned him mercilessly, the original Zheng Xuran was already dead.
Sometimes he felt that he was just an empty shell without a soul, living like a zombie, but sometimes he felt that he had gained true freedom. After despair, he had no extravagant hope. He would no longer think about Jing Zheng, he broke his own heart bit by bit and locked it in the strongest iron box.
Mu Ci was very worried about his state. He asked his psychiatrist to provide counseling for Zheng Xuran, but Zheng Xuran’s level was too high. He acted flawlessly and talked to Richard very normally. If he hadn’t known the cause and effect, Richard would have thought he was a normal and healthy person.
All the psychological diagnosis and treatment methods that were used to treat Mu Ci were ineffective on Zheng Xuran. He seemed to have locked himself into an iron wall and then sent out his puppet to communicate with others with a smile.
Mu Ci really had no choice. There was nothing else he could do except stayed with Zheng Xuran.
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Jing Zheng was used to dealing with more complicated things at night. It seemed that the night air would make him more awake and his thinking more agile.
Therefore, the lights in Jing Zheng’s study room would stay on until ten o’clock. Jing Zheng’s new assistant pushed through the door with a cup of coffee, put it gently on the table, and whispered, “Master, your coffee.”
Jing Zheng nodded and turned the page. Looking at the plan in his hand, he picked up the coffee and took a sip. The taste was different from the one Zheng Xuran brewed before, and it seemed to be more mellow. He knew that Zheng Xuran was not good at making coffee, and the coffee he made every time could only be said to be unsatisfactory.
But Jing Zheng inexplicably missed that smell. In the end, he had to get used to it now, it would be fine after a few days.
The new assistant was still beside him and said, “Master, according to reliable information, Mr. Zheng has been discharged from the hospital and is now living in Mr. Gu’s home.”
Jing Zheng closed his eyes and said in a cold voice, “I understand, you don’t have to follow up his affairs in the future. No need for report.”
The new assistant nodded calmly, then stood quietly behind Jing Zheng.
The study was quiet for a while, with only the sound of turning pages. Half an hour later, Jing Zheng picked up a contract and handed it behind him, “Xuran, go make a copy.”
Jing Zheng’s hands froze as soon as he said the words. But the new assistant had seen big scenes. He took the contract with a calm expression and went to the printer to make copies.
Jing Zheng stared at the back of his new assistant with confusion. The slender and thin shadow gradually overlapped with Zheng Xuran’s. Even when Gu Huai came over as a guest a few days ago, he said meaningfully: “Don’t you think your new assistant looks a lot like Zheng Xuran?”
When did his aesthetics become very close to someone like Zheng Xuran? Jing Zheng frowned and thought. He obviously liked people who were better and more capable, but Zheng Xuran was obviously not like this.
Zheng Xuran sometimes did wrong things and even made some very childish mistakes. He always looked at him secretly while pouring coffee, and the light in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. He would match Jing Zheng’s clothes according to his own preferences. Although sometimes Jing Zheng didn’t like it, Zheng Xuran would always emphasize that it would look better this way, the man simply didn’t look like a qualified assistant.
But such a person made Jing Zheng felt nostalgic tonight.
In fact, not just tonight, but the night after leaving the hospital, every little thing around him would remind him of this person, whether it was the flowers on the corner of the table or the decorative paintings in the bedroom. Jing Zheng often thought of him, and even felt a little empty in his heart.