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"What happened? What happened to him?!" I rushed forward without a shred of rationality, grabbing the arm of the doctor in the white coat.
"I'm sorry..." the doctor said in a very low voice, "We did everything we could..."
What kind of line is this?!
Isn't this something you only hear in TV dramas when someone dies? Don't lie to me, it can't be true!
Even though so much time has passed, Zhang Yang's slightly unnatural smile still vividly lingers in my mind. He, Ye Zhenzhen, you must wait for me. After I finish this mission, I have something very, very important to tell you.
I remember back then, I spat three times on the ground right in front of him.
"Teacher Zhang, that’s an ominous thing to say, do you know that?!"
In VB Drama, the police officer who says that line has a 99% chance of dying, did you know?
How could one speak such a prophetic line in a situation like this?
I stared wide-eyed in shock and turned to look at Zhang Yang lying lifeless on the ground, tears streaming down my face.
I stumbled over to his side and fell to my knees with a thud. The doctors had already removed the equipment from him; he was dressed casually, his tight tank top torn open. There were no obvious external injuries on his body, but beneath the skin, a terrible purplish hue was faintly visible.
I knelt beside him but didn't dare to touch him because I didn't know what kind of internal injuries he had. If I touched him, would it worsen his condition? Was he hit by a car? Those are all internal injuries; I absolutely cannot touch him carelessly.
"Get an ambulance!! What are you all doing?!" I shouted hoarsely.
What are you doing? Why did you remove all the equipment?
"You're Zhenzhen, right?" someone next to me asked in a very soft voice.
I looked up suddenly, my tear-filled eyes wide with surprise as I gazed at the person in white.
The doctor spoke to me with a sympathetic tone: "The injured person was calling your name, Zhenzhen, while he still had consciousness... I'm sorry."
In an instant, everything from the past—the way he looked, his gaze, every subtle smile, each indirect concern and lesson—came rushing at me like a tidal wave, choking my breath.
Would his eyes never open again?
Had I really lost him for no reason?
Suddenly, my heart ached intensely. Yes, I had thought about it. How to reject his feelings without hurting him; that was what I had contemplated. But deep down, he occupied a very special place in my heart, like a lighthouse, like a beacon, like family, like a deity watching over me. I had spent my entire life proving that this position had never wavered.
I felt indebted to him. He cared for me wholeheartedly while I had been oblivious to it all. So, I had seriously considered what I could do for him in this lifetime, how I should make amends for the debt I owed him.
Now, was even that opportunity being denied to me?
With great care, I held one of his hands in mine, cradling it gently with both palms. His hand was large, with prominent knuckles and slightly rough skin. It was so cold that I shivered slightly.
"Mr. Zhang, please don't scare me, okay?"
I looked at him and asked earnestly.
I was truly serious in my inquiry. I simply couldn't believe that if I made a mistake in class again and didn’t see Zhang Yang’s slightly mocking gaze or hear his teasing words, and if no strong hand reached out casually to correct me, then would this world still make sense?
Tears suddenly surged forth, blurring everything around me.
Then someone suddenly gripped my hand tightly. The person holding my hand had a strong grip that made me gasp in pain and cough from my own tears.
I was startled. The only hand that had been in contact with mine was that one; the sensation of its skin had never left me. So it was this hand that tightened around mine?
I raised my arm and rubbed my eyes vigorously with my wrist.
Indeed, the hand I held was Zhang Yang's; it was this very hand that had clasped mine tightly.
I gasped in surprise.
I looked closely again, and there was no mistake; even if I was seeing things wrong, my feelings couldn't be wrong. That pale hand was tightly gripping mine, which hadn't been the case just moments ago.
He really was trying to scare me! Zhang Yang, when did you become so cunning?
Exactly! Clearly, there were no visible injuries. How could you be dying?!
"Doctor!!!" I shouted.
At the sound of my voice, Zhang Yang's eyes slowly opened. He first cracked them open a little, only to be blinded by the midday sun and quickly shut them again. After a moment, he gradually opened his eyes once more.
His gaze seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of mist, his expression utterly bewildered. From his perspective, the first person he should see was the doctor who had rushed over. When his eyes fell on the doctor, they widened in surprise as if he had just been startled. Then he quickly scanned his surroundings until his gaze landed on me, still holding his hands.
His eyes fixed on me with an indescribable mix of emotions for several seconds before a slow smile began to spread across his face.
"Zhang Yang, how do you feel?" I asked.
Zhang Yang didn't respond; he just held my hand tightly, blood at the corners of his mouth, smiling at me.
"Family members, please step aside!" The doctor urged as he hurriedly moved the equipment he had just organized back into place.
I quickly got up to make way for the doctor, but when I tried to pull my hand away, I found I couldn't.
Zhang Yang's grip on my hand was firm, and a flicker of panic crossed his eyes for no apparent reason.
It was the kind of look one might see in a lab rat or a lost child—definitely not the expression of Zhang Yang.
Could it be that he hit his head?
I hurriedly spoke to him, "Zhang Yang. It's me, Zhenzhen. You were hit by a car, but you're okay now. Don't move; let the doctor check you."
Zhang Yang furrowed his brow as if he were desperately trying to recall something or think through a fog.
The doctors took the opportunity to surround him, prying his tightly clenched hand away from mine as they began attaching various instruments to him.
Old Liu walked over to my side and gently patted my shoulder.
We could hear the doctors discussing among themselves.
"What happened? Just a moment ago, I felt several broken ribs, and from that deep position, it seems like it might have pierced the Heart or lung."
"I can't feel the broken ribs now. What's going on? It's impossible for three people to be wrong at the same time!"
"Start with fluid replacement!"
As the needle of the IV dripped into Zhang Yang's left hand, he suddenly shivered and sat up with a gasp.
Everyone nearly lost their breath.
"Don't move!!!" The doctor shouted, completely losing his composure.
Zhang Yang sat there in a daze. The doctor seized the opportunity to tape the needle in his hand.
"Zhang, don't be nervous. How do you feel now?" Old Liu asked him.
Yes, that was the feeling; Zhang Yang seemed to be inexplicably "nervous."
Zhang Yang looked at Old Liu, remained silent for half a minute, then suddenly spoke: "Professor, I feel like I'm fine."
Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Later, I heard from witnesses that he had been thrown over ten meters by the car and yet had no injuries; it was simply unbelievable.
"Get him in the vehicle!" The lead paramedic commanded decisively.
A stretcher quickly appeared beside them.
“Zhenzhen!” Zhang Yang suddenly called out to me in a panic.
“Zhang, Zhenzhen is going too. We’re all going; we’re not leaving,” Old Liu quickly responded.
As expected from an old professor of Criminal Investigation, he could read Zhang’s thoughts clearly.
Zhang Yang quieted down and obediently got onto the stretcher, which took him to Central Hospital.
Next came a long series of various medical examinations.
Numerous tests were conducted, and several large vials of blood were drawn. When the results came back, the doctors were astonished.
Aside from some subcutaneous bruising, there were no issues with his bones or organs; even his heart rate and blood pressure were normal.
“How could this be? His vital signs had just disappeared!”
The doctors collectively froze in front of the Magnetic Resonance Imaging scans.
Zhang Yang truly had a strong constitution!
I finally felt relieved.
Initially, the doctors intended to keep Zhang Yang hospitalized for observation, but given the results of the tests and his current condition, they saw no reason to keep him. Ultimately, they collectively agreed and signed off on his discharge.
“Go home and rest. If there are no issues with your health, someone will likely come to you for testimony in the next couple of days,” Old Liu kindly reminded him.
Zhang Yang nodded. Old Liu then turned to me with a meaningful expression.
“Zhenzhen, can you take Zhang Yang back? Zhang, you live in a dormitory, right? Your neighbors are colleagues too, right? Zhenzhen, don’t leave him alone. Make sure to find his colleagues and confirm that someone is with him before you come back. Do you understand?”
“Understood! Teacher Liu, I promise to complete the task!” I assured him earnestly.
"Mission, sigh!" Old Liu turned to Zhang Yang. "Zhang, this child Zhenzhen may be a bit simple-minded, but she's really a good person. I've known her for several years, and I understand this well. I just learned about your thoughts, and I fully support you! If you need, I can act as an introducer!"
What does that mean? It feels like there's something more to his words, as if he's implying that I'm a bit slow-witted?
Zhang Yang smiled lightly, "Sorry, thank you, Professor. I appreciate your help."
"Good, good!" Old Liu patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. "You two chat; I'll take my leave now."
"Teacher Zhang, are you really okay? Is there anywhere that hurts or feels uncomfortable?"
After sending Old Liu off, the two of us walked shoulder to shoulder, slowly making our way out of the hospital building and into the garden where patients strolled.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong, Zhang..."
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a warmth in my palm; it turned out Zhang Yang had grabbed my hand. He pulled me forward with force, and I stumbled right into his embrace.
He opened his arms wide and held me tightly. He embraced me so firmly that I could barely catch my breath. (To be continued...)
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