Forced Love? Lie Down Directly Or Follow The Process? - Chapter 3

As the ice-cold instruments pressed against his skin, Ji Xiangmian shrank back uncomfortably.

The movements of the nurse wearing a mask became even gentler, and she soothed him in a soft voice: “Don’t be afraid, it will be over soon.”

Ji Xiangmian nodded, restraining his body’s involuntary trembling.

He was being deathly obedient.

It wasn’t the first time the nurse had seen Ji Xiangmian. This youth, who looked like a porcelain doll, had been lying here for three whole years. They were responsible for providing him with basic life support. But for anything more—massaging his muscles or pushing him outside in a wheelchair to soak up the sun—that gentleman never allowed them to lay a finger on him.

She and her colleagues had quietly discussed just how beautiful this youth would be once he woke up. It wasn’t until she actually saw him open his eyes that she realized all her previous imaginings weren’t vivid enough.

The nurse lowered her eyes, carefully checking the readings on the instruments in her hand. The doctor quickly finished the basic examination and led them to pack up and leave the bedroom.

Gu Yang stood by the bed and watched for a long time before giving a cold snort and turning to leave the room.

Ji Xiangmian puffed out his cheeks. Was his gaze just now not innocent enough? Was his expression not pitiful enough? Why did Gu Yang still have such a foul face?

Little did he know how much willpower Gu Yang was using, repeatedly chewing over the mocking words Ji Xiangmian had said three years ago, just to suppress the urge to pull the person directly into his arms.

He exhaled a deep breath and walked to the adjacent room.

The room next to the bedroom had clearly been converted into a small medical suite, where the medical staff was currently waiting.

“How is his condition?”

The doctor handed the newly completed physical report to Gu Yang and spoke cautiously: “The fact that the patient was able to wake up indicates that his physical condition is gradually improving, and the examination confirms this. However, his slightly atrophied muscles still need continued massage; he likely won’t be able to walk normally for the time being.”

Gu Yang furrowed his brows and spoke up: “Don’t call him a patient.”

The doctor choked for a moment before continuing: “This… young master, if things are truly as you said, it may be a sequela of the car accident. It is not uncommon for amnesia to occur after a violent impact.”

Gu Yang asked: “Is it possible he’s lying?”

The doctor gave him a strange look: “As you are aware, previous scans did indeed show a shadow remaining in his brain. We cannot rule out the possibility of a blood clot pressing on the nerves.”

Gu Yang pinched the bridge of his nose: “Then when will he recover?”

The doctor said hesitantly: “This…”

Gu Yang waved his hand: “Forget it. Draft a new treatment plan. The priority is to get his body healthy first.”

The doctor nodded, preparing to head back to the hospital, but was called back by Gu Yang. Gu Yang remained expressionless, his gaze falling on a specific nurse.

“You. If you look around aimlessly again next time, you don’t need to come back.”

The nurse’s face turned pale. It was the one who had spoken to Ji Xiangmian just now. She hadn’t expected that merely looking a couple extra times would be caught red-handed by Gu Yang.

The doctor hurried to guarantee: “I will instruct them.”

Having received the guarantee, Gu Yang waved his hand somewhat exhaustedly: “Go on.”

It wasn’t until the medical staff filed out and he was the only one left in the room that Gu Yang allowed a look of bewilderment to surface. This room was filled with medical equipment—some were meant to keep Ji Xiangmian alive, others to help him recover.

Over the past three years, there were countless times when his heartbeat nearly vanished, making Gu Yang think he was about to lose him forever. But he had endured it all.

Gu Yang thought to himself: as expected, scoundrels live for a thousand years. He had been waiting for Ji Xiangmian to wake up. He wanted him to see with his own eyes who was the one being stepped on now, and who was the one with the power of decision. He wanted Ji Xiangmian to regret everything he did three years ago, to make him repent with bitter tears.

But now, three years later, he finally woke up only to tell him he had forgotten?

If Ji Xiangmian could forget all those things, then what did his own three years of unforgettable pain count for? Was he supposed to just forgive him that easily?

Impossible.

Gu Yang narrowed his eyes, the bewilderment in them gradually replaced by determination. Even if Ji Xiangmian forgot, it didn’t mean the things he had done could be wiped clean. If he couldn’t remember, it didn’t matter—he would help him remember every single debt clearly. He would collect them all back, bit by bit.

Exhaling a breath, Gu Yang stood up and went to the room next door.

Ji Xiangmian was listening intently. The doctors and nurses had already left, and he didn’t know what they had said to Gu Yang. The silence in the bedroom bred tension. He moved his arms and asked 666 hesitantly: “They couldn’t have discovered something, right?”

666 shook its head: “Probably not.”

Gu Yang didn’t return for a long time. Ji Xiangmian went from being nervous to calm, and eventually, he even felt a bit sleepy. He let out a yawn, and the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside.

It scared the sleepiness right out of Ji Xiangmian.

When Gu Yang entered the room, this was the scene he saw: The person lying on the bed was looking toward the door with longing, his eyes brimming with tears and a desolate gaze.

He squeezed his palm. Even though he knew Ji Xiangmian’s face was extremely deceptive, he couldn’t help but think: Now that Ji Xiangmian has forgotten everything, was he very scared being left alone in the room?

Immediately, Gu Yang paused. What did Ji Xiangmian’s fear have to do with him? He had only been gone for over an hour; what was there to be afraid of in the room?

Despite thinking this, his tone unconsciously softened by two degrees when he spoke. “How do you feel?”

Ji Xiangmian focused on his sensations before frowning: “My legs won’t move.”

It was more than just not being able to move; they were virtually devoid of sensation. But he didn’t dare say it. Having woken up ignorantly from his stupor, Ji Xiangmian discovered that Gu Yang didn’t seem to like him. He subconsciously didn’t dare tell the truth, fearing that Gu Yang would kick him out because of it. Perhaps it was just because he had just woken up that he couldn’t use his strength; it would get better with time.

Gu Yang pursed his lips. The doctor had already said that Ji Xiangmian might not be able to walk for the time being. However, there was no need to tell Ji Xiangmian that.

“Regarding the events before you fell into a coma, how much do you remember?”

Ji Xiangmian’s brow knit into a knot, his gaze bewildered, his expression fragile and pitiful. “I… don’t remember.”

Gu Yang frowned: “Do you… still recognize me?”

Ji Xiangmian’s already pale complexion turned even whiter, his voice so small it almost vanished in mid-air. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Gu Yang’s jaw tightened. He stared intently at Ji Xiangmian’s expression, trying to find a trace of a lie. Ji Xiangmian tilted his head, his somewhat long bangs resting obediently on his forehead, looking as innocent as could be.

Gu Yang suddenly deflated. After a pause, he spoke: “My name is Gu Yang. I am… your benefactor.”

Ji Xiangmian’s innocent, pure Little White Flower expression almost didn’t hold up.

Once the ice was broken, the following words were easier to say.

“You were originally my lover. In the end, I caught you while you were eloping with another man, and you got into a car accident while fleeing in a panic.”

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