After Losing My Memory, I Suddenly Had A Fiancée - Chapter 49

Under the dual noise of the doorbell and knocking, Ji Fanghuai, wearing her little yellow duck pajamas, climbed out of bed. She had only been asleep for less than three hours, and her mind was a complete mess.

However, the surge of waking frustration instantly vanished after hearing what Xin Ling said.

Su… suicide?

How could Jiang Zhi commit suicide?

Jiang Zhi didn’t look like someone who would commit suicide, but she had just slapped her yesterday.

“Are you… are you kidding me?” Ji Fanghuai tried hard to pull at the corner of her mouth, attempting to find any hint of a joke on Xin Ling’s face. However, Xin Ling only repeated with a serious expression, “Jiang Zhi committed suicide.”

After Xin Ling spoke, Ji Fanghuai’s expression froze, and then the door slammed shut with a “bang.” If Xin Ling hadn’t been standing far enough away, her nose would probably have been in danger.

Ji Fanghuai leaned against the door, squatting on the floor.

How could Jiang Zhi commit suicide?

Absolutely impossible!

She said she didn’t believe it, but her body was already trying to get up, though her limbs were weak, and she felt light-headed when she walked.

Ji Fanghuai cupped her hands and splashed some water on her face to clear her head. The icy cold water tightened her skin. The person in the mirror was pale, completely drained of color.

Ji Fanghuai spent ten minutes brushing her teeth, washing her face, and changing her clothes. When she opened the door, Xin Ling was already gone.

She was truly too scared just now, afraid to face it.

“She… she…” Ji Fanghuai’s teeth were chattering uncontrollably when she called Xin Ling, and her voice was trembling.

She was afraid to hear that word, because Xin Ling had just said Jiang Zhi committed suicide.

Not attempted suicide, but committed suicide.

“She’s in the hospital.” Xin Ling’s reply seemed to have the effect of bringing someone back to life, pulling Ji Fanghuai back from hell to the human world.

“B University Affiliated Hospital.”

“Okay.” Ji Fanghuai ran out of the complex, casually flagged down a cruising taxi on the street, and only after getting in did she realize she wasn’t even wearing socks, still wearing her indoor furry slippers.

“Master, please hurry up.”

The driver was also helpless, saying, “Today is New Year’s Day, rush hour for people going out. We can’t go fast. Look how congested it is ahead. It’ll take at least an hour to get to the hospital.”

The driver knew she might be in a hurry to see a relative, so he could only worry for her and kindly reminded, “Please fasten your seatbelt.”

Ji Fanghuai nodded woodenly. However, when trying to fasten the seatbelt, she couldn’t align the buckle, her mind full of how Jiang Zhi was doing now. Fortunately, the traffic flow suddenly decreased after that, and it was smooth sailing, taking only forty-odd minutes to reach the hospital.

Since it was the New Year holiday, the hospital was slightly less crowded. Ji Fanghuai immediately spotted the assistant waiting outside the outpatient hall. She ran over in her slippers.

“How is Jiang Zhi?”

The assistant said, “She’s still in surgery. We don’t know the specifics. The hotel staff rushed her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and Ms. Xin Ling arrived later to sign the consent for the surgery.”

The word emergency treatment made Ji Fanghuai abandon all hope. When she rushed to the operating room, the big words In Surgery once again reminded her: Jiang Zhi really did commit suicide.

Shen Jing and Xin Ling were both there.

She was the last one to know.

Ji Fanghuai didn’t greet them. She was currently being held up by sheer willpower. She was afraid that if she spoke, she wouldn’t be able to stop crying.

She sat down on a chair in the waiting area, then stood up, and finally just stood, continuously looking up at the operating room. Panic, fear, worry, anxiety… all kinds of negative emotions surged like a flood in her heart.

Will Jiang Zhi not make it?

Could that slap she gave her be the trigger?

Ji Fanghuai’s steps were extraordinarily heavy, like they were filled with lead. Her worry and guilt towards Jiang Zhi made it impossible to move forward. She couldn’t hear a word of Shen Jing’s comfort.

Xin Ling pulled her into the corridor with a cold face, saying, “Aren’t you worried about her right now? You clearly like her so much, but you insist on pretending not to care. Are your damn principles really that important?”

“I…” The moment Ji Fanghuai learned that Jiang Zhi had committed suicide, her so-called principles had vanished completely.

Xin Ling thought about Jiang Zhi still being in surgery, and how she herself had almost been hit by the door. Seeing Ji Fanghuai now full of remorse, she knew she shouldn’t provoke her, but she just couldn’t hold back her anger.

“Honestly, I don’t know what Jiang Zhi likes about you. Before, your reason for rejecting her was that you were sisters. What about now? Did she lie to you?”

Ji Fanghuai was already on the verge of collapse. Now, provoked by Xin Ling, she seemed to have found a final reason for herself. People always look for reasons and excuses for themselves.

She said, “Yes, she lied to me. If she hadn’t lied to me, none of this would be happening.”

If Jiang Zhi hadn’t lied to her, she wouldn’t be sad about being deceived, and Jiang Zhi wouldn’t have committed suicide. So, Jiang Zhi had better wake up safe and sound, as she hadn’t forgiven her yet.

“Please, Ms. Ji, life has no ‘if only’.” Xin Ling recalled receiving the hotel’s call about Jiang Zhi’s suicide, and seeing Jiang Zhi barely clinging to life when she rushed to the hospital.

She couldn’t help but say, “If you truly hate her that much, then leave now. Don’t be an eyesore here. Whether Jiang Zhi lives or dies has nothing to do with you.”

Ji Fanghuai said with a choked sob, “I do hate her, I hate the way she assumes I’ll forgive her. Who does she think she is? After deceiving me, I’m supposed to forgive her and pretend nothing happened?”

Xin Ling noticed Ji Fanghuai’s bare heels exposed in the air because of her slippers, and softened her tone a bit.

“You think she’s pretending nothing happened? That’s because she doesn’t dare bring it up in front of you. She knows she’s wrong, she’s scared, she’s afraid you’ll get angry if you think about it. She says she’s giving you time to cool down, but the essence is that she doesn’t dare face you. And your previous follow-up result required you to minimize emotional fluctuations. I really don’t understand why you two have to torture each other like this? Either break up completely, or be good together.”

“There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you. The day you were injured by the smash-and-grab was her birthday. You went to A-City to celebrate her birthday, and then you two argued about your dad’s imprisonment. You went home early and had the accident when you got to the complex. She has always been very guilty and remorseful about that. She thinks you got hurt because of her birthday. Do you understand?”

Ji Fanghuai’s head boomed. The words she had said to Jiang Zhi yesterday echoed in her ears again.

What did she say? What did she do?

Ji Fanghuai returned to the area outside the operating room like a zombie. The waiting time was especially long.

Ji Fanghuai ran through all kinds of possible outcomes in her mind. Those bad outcomes were like immense pressure dragging her towards a deep abyss. She could barely breathe, sweat beaded on her forehead and the tip of her nose, and her lips trembled slightly.

After an unknown period, the surgery stopped. The doctors in green surgical scrubs came out one after another, giving them the anticipated smiles, and said, “Congratulations, the surgery was a success.”

Ji Fanghuai suddenly came back to her senses. Xin Ling and Shen Jing were both asking the doctor for the specifics, but Ji Fanghuai only wanted to see Jiang Zhi. However, non-essential personnel were not allowed into the operating room.

Ji Fanghuai finally saw her when Jiang Zhi was moved to the ward.

Jiang Zhi was wearing a loose patient gown, her hands wrapped in layers of gauze, and a faint slap mark was still visible on her face.

“It’s normal for the patient not to wake up immediately after anesthesia. Don’t worry too much.” Seeing Ji Fanghuai constantly staring at Jiang Zhi’s hands, the doctor added, “There are wounds on the palms and wrists, but they are relatively shallow with residual glass fragments, and the arteries were not injured.”

Ji Fanghuai’s mind automatically conjured the image of Jiang Zhi cutting her wrists with glass shards, blood gushing out.

The doctor said, “The patient already had a history of stomach problems. Long-term coffee consumption and drinking on an empty stomach triggered acute gastric ulcer, accompanied by gastric bleeding and stomach wall perforation. Fortunately, she was brought in quickly, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous. A benign tumor was also found in her stomach. If she continues to drink alcohol without restraint, the tumor is very likely to become cancerous.”

Ji Fanghuai listened semi-comprehendingly, finally concluding that Jiang Zhi’s body was very weak.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too late, and no irreversible damage had been done. Ji Fanghuai guarded the bedside constantly. Jiang Zhi’s face was pale, making the slap mark even clearer.

Ji Fanghuai was filled with regret.

All she wanted now was for Jiang Zhi to be okay.

When Jiang Zhi woke up, her body felt alien. She had been conscious earlier, hearing the hotel staff shouting around her, but she couldn’t react at all.

She had nearly died.

When she grabbed the wrong wine glass, her vision was full of double images. When her palms were covered in bright red blood, she felt like she was sinking into a swamp made of blood, her body growing colder and colder.

Luckily, she was discovered.

Jiang Zhi felt paralyzed all over, only her fingers could barely move.

She felt her left index finger being tightly held, while her right hand was wrapped in gauze, unable to move. She didn’t know who was holding her so tightly.

Jiang Zhi was drowsy and fell asleep again.

Jiang Zhi still hadn’t woken up by the evening. Ji Fanghuai anxiously asked, “Doctor, why hasn’t she woken up yet?”

“Her stomach is empty. Even if she wakes up now, she won’t have the strength. She’s relying on the IV drip for nutrition now. If you have nothing else to do, use a cotton swab to give her some water.”

Ji Fanghuai dipped a cotton swab in water and carefully wiped it on Jiang Zhi’s lips. Watching her lips slowly regain some color, Ji Fanghuai’s mood improved significantly.

When Jiang Zhi truly woke up and could make small movements, the ward was quiet. It seemed to be late at night. Her body was soft from lying down, and she wanted to sit up and see who was guarding her.

She hoped it was Ji Fanghuai.

But she was also afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Just then, there was a tiny movement by the bedside.

Jiang Zhi turned her head and saw Ji Fanghuai watching her intently, her eyes red and swollen, tears falling silently down her cheeks.

Jiang Zhi wanted to move but had no strength in her body. She was so nervous she wanted to reach out and touch her, but she was too weak to lift her arm.

“Why are you crying? Is your head hurting again?”

Ji Fanghuai cried even harder. She hated that Jiang Zhi was still concerned about her headache. She believed that in the memory Jiang Zhi had lost, Jiang Zhi must have been exceptionally good to her.

Jiang Zhi pulled her finger closer and soothed her, “Don’t cry.”

Ji Fanghuai wiped her tears, simply saying, “Don’t commit suicide.”

Jiang Zhi froze. How could she bear to commit suicide? But after fainting from the sight of blood, if no one had found her, it would have been no different from suicide.

She had no strength to explain to Ji Fanghuai now, so she could only promise, “Okay, I won’t commit suicide.”

Perhaps afraid that what she said wasn’t convincing, Ji Fanghuai continued, “I forgive you. I forgive you for lying to me before. Please don’t commit suicide.”

Jiang Zhi was overjoyed, so excited that she started coughing. Then, belatedly realizing the remaining slap mark on her face, she turned her face away, not wanting Ji Fanghuai to see it.

Ji Fanghuai worriedly asked, “Why are you suddenly coughing?”

Saying this, she reached for the call button by the bed.

Jiang Zhi stopped her, saying, “I’m fine, Fanghuai. Aren’t you going to sleep? Lie down with me.”

Ji Fanghuai quietly climbed onto the bed. Jiang Zhi wanted to say everything she had been meaning to say during this time, wanted to formally apologize to Ji Fanghuai, but also didn’t want to spoil the moment. Yet, when it came down to it, she only asked, “Have you had any headaches recently?”

Ji Fanghuai lay shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Zhi. It was only now that she realized she had been longing for this kind of intimacy.

She said, “No. You worry about yourself. You don’t have to be so good to me.”

Jiang Zhi couldn’t turn sideways now, so she could only hold her hand, not hiding her intention, saying, “No one in this world is good to you for no reason. Those who are good to you have something they want.”

Ji Fanghuai asked knowingly, “What do you want?”

Jiang Zhi’s voice was weak yet firm, “I want you. I dream of getting your name onto my family’s hukou (household registration book).”