Sheng Xiangsi's body hadn't recovered, so she couldn't struggle and simply closed her eyes, ignoring him.
Was this cold resistance?
Fu Hanjiang let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Do you hate me?"
Of course, Sheng Xiangsi wouldn't answer, and he didn't need her to.
"You know better than anyone that today's matter stems from Liao Qingru. I'm just a scavenger at best! Without me, you and Zhong Pei would still be separated, and you… would be worse off than you are now."
Sheng Xiangsi kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, her hands tightly clenched, still silent.
"Sigh..."
Fu Hanjiang sighed helplessly, "Rest well, stop overthinking."
Looking at Sheng Xiangsi's stubborn face, he thought to himself, forget it, don't argue… What's the point of arguing with a heartbroken woman?
…
When Sheng Xiangsi woke up, she was alone in the room.
When did Fu Hanjiang leave? She wasn't sure. The anesthetic had a certain calming effect, and she had fallen asleep afterward.
She moved her limbs; she had regained some strength.
Stretching her arms, she sat up and saw her clothes placed by the bed.
Fu Hanjiang hadn't done anything to her while she slept; she didn't think it was because he was a gentleman, he just didn't care.
She knew this very well.
When they were married, he had disdainfully avoided her.
Getting up, she dressed, and her phone rang.
It was a call from Gu Shaohua.
"Hello, Teacher Gu."
In this incident, Gu Shaohua was one of those who got hurt the most. On the phone, Gu Shaohua asked her to come to the hospital.
"Okay, Teacher Gu."
After hanging up, Sheng Xiangsi hurried to the hospital.
In fact, she had planned to go anyway.
Many of her colleagues in the troupe were injured, and she needed to see if she could help with anything.
"Teacher Gu."
Sheng Xiangsi went to see Gu Shaohua, who was in a private room.
"Xiangsi, sit down."
In the private room, besides her, there were many others from the troupe, including dancers and department heads.
Gu Shaohua motioned for everyone to sit down, "Since everyone is here, let's have a short meeting and get straight to the point."
The gist was about the incident.
Many were injured, including two lead dancers with serious injuries. This likely meant the tour would have to be interrupted.
"Sigh."
Gu Shaohua sighed, "It can't be helped. Accidents happen, and people can't control everything."
Her plan was to have initial treatments at the hospital, then charter a flight back to Jiangcheng.
Once back in Jiangcheng, the performances would need to be rescheduled.
Everyone discussed the various tasks and details thoroughly.
Gu Shaohua reminded them, "Everyone, make sure you handle your responsibilities well. If anything comes up in Feicheng, communicate promptly."
"Yes, Director."
"Got it, Teacher Gu."
Sheng Xiangsi held her phone, quietly noting her tasks in the memo. With the lead dancers injured, besides "Qinghuan Du," she had to take on lead roles in two other performances.
Additionally, there were miscellaneous tasks in the troupe, making her quite busy.
Leaving the ward, Sheng Xiangsi took a deep breath, ready to visit Bai Ran, but received a call from William.
She thought William was calling to confirm Junjun's surgery date.
Her tone became cheerful, "Hello, Dr. William?"
"Junjun's mom. Can you come to the hospital?"
"I'm at the hospital now!"
Sheng Xiangsi laughed, "I'll be right there! Please wait!"
Hanging up, she hurried to Junjun's ward.
Before reaching the room, she saw William from a distance, "Dr. William!"
But William's expression wasn't good.
Sheng Xiangsi stopped, her smile fading, "Sorry, I was too loud. The hospital should be quiet."
"It's okay." William frowned, pointing to his office, "Let's talk inside."
"Alright."
At that moment, Sheng Xiangsi had no idea what kind of disappointment she was about to face...
…
"William..."
After hearing William's words, Sheng Xiangsi's face turned pale, forcing a smile, "No way? You're joking, right?"
William shook his head, "From the time Junjun was hospitalized, it's been over six months. I hoped she would recover too."
Instantly, Sheng Xiangsi's nose tingled, and her eyes reddened. Her voice trembled, "William, is there no way?"
William, helpless and compassionate, said, "The donor suddenly backed out; it's an uncontrollable factor."
He blamed himself, "It's my fault. This has happened before. I should have warned you."
Now, she was left with empty joy!
"William!"
Sheng Xiangsi closed her eyes, then asked, "Who is the donor? Can you tell me? I'll beg them..."
"Xiangsi!" William quickly stopped her, "Calm down! That's illegal!"
"..." Sheng Xiangsi froze, her eyes reddening further.
What should she do? What about her Junjun?
"Xiangsi." William understood a mother's heart, "Don't be too sad. There will be other opportunities… Junjun's condition isn't life-threatening yet..."
For now, but what about the future?
Without a cure, Junjun would need regular hospital treatment. Optimistically, her condition might stabilize.
But what if it didn't?
Sheng Xiangsi took a deep breath, pressed her palms on the table, and stood up.
"Thank you, William. I'll go see Junjun."
"Xiangsi..."
"I'm fine."
Sheng Xiangsi turned away, biting her lower lip hard.
Standing outside the ward, she took deep breaths, forcing back her tears. She couldn't let Junjun see any trace of her sorrow.
Opening the door, the room was quiet.
The bed was empty; Junjun wasn't there.
…
In the first-floor lobby.
Fu Hanjiang had just seen off a visiting supplier and was turning back to the ward when he caught sight of a familiar little figure out of the corner of his eye.
Huh?
He stepped back.
Squinting slightly, the girl standing by the vending machine was the same one he had seen before.
Fu Hanjiang walked over, squatting down, "Junjun?"
"Huh?"
Junjun turned, her confused look changing to a smile upon seeing Fu Hanjiang.
"Uncle, it's you."
"Yes." Fu Hanjiang patted her little head, "What are you doing here? It's time for bed. Where's your nurse?"
The little one didn't answer, pointing at the vending machine, "Uncle, strawberry milk."
What did she mean? Fu Hanjiang raised an eyebrow. Did she want him to buy it for her?
Such a cute little one, he wouldn't refuse. He pulled out his wallet, inserted coins, and pressed the button.
"Here, strawberry milk."
"Wow!"
Junjun happily clasped her hands together like Doraemon, "Thank you, Uncle. You're so nice."
She hugged his neck, then suddenly whispered in his ear, "Uncle, do you know what 'death' means?"