Being a Lady of an Influential Family

  Chapter 211 Sequelae (two more)

  After taking the medicine, Fu Fengcheng's pain gradually eased a little and fell asleep slowly. Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng's **** left leg that was wrapped in gauze and couldn't help frowning.

  I picked up the medicine bottle and the prescriptions placed next to me and looked at it carefully. In fact, they are all medicines for analgesia, anti-inflammation and inhibiting infection.

  Leng Sa knew that if the bullet on his leg was not taken out, the medicine might not be of much use. Unless Fu Fengcheng's body fully adapts to the existence of the bullet, as long as the bullet is still there, the wound may be repeatedly infected and worsened. Maybe one time Fu Fengcheng will die.

  In fact, it has been quite surprising that Fu Fengcheng has been able to get along with this bullet in the past few months.

   "Madam." The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Lan Jing came in with a lot of things and followed Xiao Yiran behind her.

   Fu Fengcheng lives in a separate ward of the hospital, and he is the only patient on the entire top floor of the hospital.

  Lan Jing put away all the things she had brought, while Xiao Yiran walked directly to the hospital bed, looked at the sleepy Fu Fengcheng and frowned, "Why has it suddenly become so serious?"

   Leng Sa shook his head, "I don’t know, the doctor said that the old injury suddenly worsened."

  Xiao Yiran looked at her, "I have asked my father to immediately invite several famous doctors and imperial doctors in the capital to go south."

   Leng Sa twitched the corner of her lips slightly and said, "Thank you, the third prince."

  Xiao Yiran waved his hand, if he would have to make a joke in normal times, but he couldn’t say what Fu Fengcheng said ridiculously.

   had to sigh lightly: "Don't worry, Fu Fengcheng is too dead to die."

   "Well, I think so."

   Fu Fengcheng fell asleep, and Xiao Yiran didn't wait much and left soon.

  Lan Jing looked at Leng Sa and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Young, you can rest for a while. I look at Leng Sa."

   Leng Sa shook his head, “It’s still early, I can’t sleep. I sit here for a while to rest.”

  Lan nodded quietly, and walked out gently.

  When Fu Fengcheng woke up, the quiet room was a little dim, with only a lamp on the bedside.

  Turning her head to the side, she saw Leng Sa sitting by the bed and leaning on the chair to fall asleep. Under the pale yellow light, she frowned slightly, as if something was bothering her in her dream.

  Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly. The leg injury was still painful, but it was within a tolerable range and it was not as violent and unbearable as it was in the afternoon. Fu Fengcheng had been accustomed to this kind of pain a few months ago.

  I just remembered how embarrassed he was in front of Leng Sa in the afternoon, which made him feel a little irritated.

Without waiting for Fu Fengcheng to do anything, Leng Sa opened his eyes and sat up, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

  Fu Fengcheng said: "It's okay, madam for hard work."

   glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already ten o’clock in the evening, "Why don’t you go to bed at this late hour?"

  Fu Dashao’s ward is a very spacious suite, and for the convenience of taking care of patients nearby, there is also a sofa where people can lie down and rest.

  Even if not, the bed is a double bed that is more than enough for two people.

Leng Sa shook his head and said, "I accidentally fell asleep after looking at something for a while." Picking up the file that slipped from his hand while falling asleep from the ground and putting it on the table, Leng Sa stood up and said, "The porridge is hot outside. I’ll have someone bring it over. I’ll be here tonight, and Xia Wei’an and Yuan Ying will come over tomorrow morning.”

  It’s not that no one else can take care of Fu Dashao. It’s just for safety's sake. Xu Shaoming and Xia Weian both believe that untrustworthy people should not be allowed to approach Fu Fengcheng under such circumstances.

  After all, Fu Dashao was assassinated just a few days ago. It is difficult to say whether those people will take the opportunity to take the opportunity.

  Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said: "Don't be so nervous, I can be discharged tomorrow."

  Leng Sa looked back at him, "Fu Fengcheng, you are a patient now, the doctor has the final say when you leave the hospital."

   Fu Fengcheng chuckled, "Is there any use to live in the hospital?"

Looking sideways at the various medicines scattered on the side of the table, Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand and picked up a bottle of medicine. Once it's cut, you don't have to worry about these things anymore."

  There was a casual smile on his face, but Leng Sa saw deep coldness and anger in his eyes.

  This anger was not directed at her, nor was it directed at anyone, and Leng Sa did not know who it was directed at.

  Lan Jing, who was staying outside, soon delivered a hot porridge.

  Leng Sa walked back to the bed with the porridge. At this moment, Fu Fengcheng had calmed down, as if Leng Sa had misread the slightest anger.

  "Do you need me to feed you?" Leng Sa asked Fu Fengcheng to sit up and put the pillow on his back.

   Fu Fengcheng was silent for a moment, "I'm troubled, Madam."

   "..." He is a patient.

  Leng Sa picked up the porridge and picked up the spoon, and it was rare for him to patiently feed Fu Dashao a meal.

  Fu Fengcheng obviously didn't expect Leng Sa to feed him porridge instead of holding him up. After a while, he lowered his head to eat the hot porridge that he had brought to his mouth.

  I just don’t know what I thought of, but my mood worsened again after eating.

  Leng Sa calmly pretends that he hasn’t seen it, is it really okay for Fu Da Shao to be so happy and angry?

  After drinking the porridge, Leng Sa packed up the bowl and took it out to Lan Jing by the way, instructing her to rest early and brought a glass of water back to the room. Put the water cup on the side of the table and whispered softly, "Take medicine after a while."

   Fu Fengcheng picked up the water cup without saying a word and swallowed the medicine. He had taken this medicine for a long time before, and he knew exactly how much it was used.

  Leng Sa knows that he is in a bad mood. Although I don’t know where he is hitting him again, it is unlikely that he will get better in this situation, right?

  It’s just that Leng Sa is indeed not a comforting person, she is even a little unsure whether she will comfort Fu Fengcheng or make him more angry if she speaks, so she finally decided to shut up.

  As a result, the atmosphere in the ward became more and more gloomy, even if the light illuminates the ward as bright as daylight, it cannot make people feel the slightest warmth.

   Thinking coldly, should we find someone with a lively personality to take care of Fu Fengcheng? But safety is one aspect, and besides... she doubts how many people can become lively in front of Fu Fengcheng.

   "If I die, what will Madam do?" Fu Fengcheng asked suddenly.

  Leng Sa gave a start, and looked up at Fu Fengcheng.

  "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this question?" After a while, Leng Sa became a little puzzled.

Fu Fengcheng curled his lips slightly, "Isn't this a very realistic problem? I really might die at any time. Even if I choose... amputation, there is still a high chance of death. Didn't the madam think about these issues? "

  Leng Sa sat on the side of the bed and looked at him, "Then have you considered amputation?"

   "No." Fu Fengcheng said solemnly, but Leng Sa could hear very firm and determined from it.

   said coldly: "If you can survive 100% as long as the limb is amputated?"

   Fu Fengcheng sneered and said, "No."

   Leng Sa lightly sighed, leaned over and looked at Fu Fengcheng Road, “Fu Fengcheng, you are too demanding of yourself. You can’t accept your imperfection, even if you will lose your life for it?”

  Fu Fengcheng was silent, and said coldly, "If you die...you will have nothing. You don't want all your plans and ambitions?"

   Fu Fengcheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, Leng Sa frowned slightly, worried that he had pressed his left leg and could only support the bed with one hand, "What are you doing?"

  Fu Fengcheng's voice is low, "Do you really not understand? If I really lose a leg, no one will want to make me stand up again."

   "Why?" Leng Sa asked.

   "Because... people can accept that Fu Fengcheng has a disability, but they won't accept that Fu Fengcheng has a disability." Fu Fengcheng whispered close to her ear.

Leng Sa shook his head, "I really can't understand your theory. You don't have to give up so quickly, there may be other ways. But... I hope that if you really need to make a choice, you can think about it. I know. You are not afraid of death, but what can you get when you die? Is the dignity remaining?"

   Fu Fengcheng suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch her slender neck, but this time Leng Sa did not fight back because she did not feel the killing intent and danger.

  Sure enough, Fu Fengcheng didn't use any force. Some cool fingers gently slid across her white and slender neck. Fu Fengcheng slowly approached her neck with a slightly hot breath.

  Leng Sa was a little uncomfortable trying to get up, Fu Fengcheng held her waist with the other hand, "Don't move."

   "What are you going to do?" Leng Sa frowned slightly.

   Fu Fengcheng snorted and leaned against her shoulder, Leng Sa obviously felt his uncontrollable clenching of the hand on his waist.

   "It hurts again? Don't move me to call a doctor!"

  "Don't move!" Fu Fengcheng said solemnly, leaning on Leng Sa's shoulder without saying a word for a long time.

  Leng Sa maintained this somewhat awkward posture and felt that he was almost stiff, only to hear Fu Fengcheng breathe a sigh of relief, and the strength in his hand also relaxed.

  Fu Fengcheng raised his head and looked at her, his deep eyes seemed to be brewing violent storms.

   "A few months ago, I repeated such numb pain and sudden severe pain every day, but for me... the worst thing is not such pain, but if I can't feel the pain at all."

   Leng Sa lightly sighed, and said softly: "I understand, but..."

   "You don't understand." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her, "Anyone who has not been lost will never understand."

"Fu Fengcheng." Leng Sa stared at him sternly and said: "If things can change, try to change them, and if they can't change, accept them. You are not the kind of person who is mentally weak and cannot accept the reality, and I know that even if it is really gone. With one leg, you can still trample everyone under your feet. So, why on earth do you want to bet your life like this?"

  At first, a doctor must have proposed amputation, because even if a Chinese player is found, there is no guarantee that he can be successfully cured. However, this injury may deteriorate at any time, and Fu Fengcheng may die after only one time.

  But neither Fu Dujun nor Fu Fengcheng would accept this suggestion.

  Fu Fengcheng won the bet last time, what about this time?

   Fu Fengcheng did not answer her question, his eyes slipped from her face to the side of her neck with some carelessness.

  He was still leaning there just now, intending to absorb her warmth to survive the maddening pain.

   Fu Fengcheng's hand squeezed her neck again, and the killing intent was instantly revealed.

  Leng Sa's eyes condensed, just about to raise his hand to fight back against Fu Fengcheng, but he already relaxed.

  He approached Leng Sa’s ear and whispered, “Leng Mingyue, if I really want to die. Before I die, remember to run away.”

  After saying this, Fu Fengcheng let go and leaned back to the bed, closing his eyes and rested.

  Lengsa looked at his calm face, but secretly took a breath in his heart.

  Perhaps no one has discovered that Fu Fengcheng has another sequelae compared to a leg injury.

  PTSD-Post-traumatic stress disorder.

  It’s just that Fu Fengcheng is too smart and too good at covering up, and no one has discovered that there is something wrong with him.

  　 Term explanation: PTSD-Post-traumatic stress disorder (from the Internet)

  　　 is a trauma and stress-related disorder with severe clinical symptoms, a poor prognosis, and there may be obstacles such as brain damage. Refers to the mental stress disorder after the individual is facing strong mental stress, such as natural disasters, traffic accidents, and accidents of relatives. Concentration camp survivors, natural disaster survivors, and veterans have a higher prevalence rate. Post-war syndrome is a type of post-traumatic stress disorder.

  　　The specific manifestations of patients are traumatic re-experience symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and symptoms of increased alertness. It is often accompanied by other symptoms, such as changes in outlook and values, separation symptoms, changes in interpersonal relationships, and even changes in personality, depression, drug abuse, and so on.

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