Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 354 - It Hurt as If Every Bone and Flesh of Hers Had Been Torn Apart and Put Back Together

Chapter 354: It Hurt as If Every Bone and Flesh of Hers Had Been Torn Apart and Put Back Together

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Feng Ling forced her back to a black SUV not far away. Just when she opened the door of the car, there suddenly came a thud. It sounded like the deformed door was finally pried open.
After hearing this sound, Ji Nuan froze, then turned her eyes sharply in that direction and turned to go back.
“Ji Nuan, don’t go there!”
“Mo Jingshen is there. I heard they opened the door of the car…”
Feng Ling took her hand, not letting her go.
In this situation, Mr. Mo must be covered in blood, which would be a blow to Ji Nuan if she saw it.
“Feng Ling, let me go.”
“Ji Nuan!”
“Please…” Ji Nuan finally broke down and began to cry. Her tears trickled down her dusty, blood-stained face, and she stared in that direction. “Let me go and see him… I want to go and see him…”
Feng Ling clenched her teeth and pulled her back. Ji Nuan stumbled into her arms, and when Feng Ling was about to take her into the car, Ji Nuan suddenly passed out and collapsed to the ground.
“Ji Nuan!” Feng Ling was startled to see this. She hurriedly caught her body and then took her into the car. When she looked down and saw the blood on her lower body, she hastily took off her black coat and wrapped it around her lower body. Then she quickly contacted the nearest rescue team and emergency center.
Feng Ling watched how Ji Nuan was pushed out of that car. An average person would be injured if being pushed off a car that was driving at such a speed, let alone the fact that Ji Nuan was pregnant…
Feng Ling didn’t dare to think again. She held the phone in one hand and tightly held Ji Nuan’s hand with the other, only to find her hands were freezingly cold.
Ji Nuan’s blood seemed to be frozen and, from hand to face to neck, her body was cold all over. She was frowning in her coma and seemed to be vaguely babbling. It appeared that she was calling Mo Jingshen’s name.
…
When Ji Nuan woke up, she thought she was having a nightmare, but as soon as she tried to move, it hurt all over, as if every bone and flesh of hers had been torn apart and put back together.
There was a moment when she almost suspected that her rebirth was false, and she had returned to the despair and pain that she faced ten years later.
She stared blankly at the white walls and ceiling of the ward for a long time before slowly turning her eyes and looking around.
She was in a hospital again.
But this time, she was in the ICU.
She could feel two tubes fixed on her nose pumping oxygen and something clamped over her fingers, and there were several medical instruments nearby, making a beeping sound from time to time.
Ji Nuan opened her eyes, then closed them, and, a moment later, opened them again.
The nightmare-like experience on the highway haunted her. She tried to take it as a nightmare, but the dull ache in her stomach and the flask hungover were telling her the cruelest truth.
If the baby were still alive, the doctor would not have given her an injection.
The ward was very quiet. Ji Nuan lay motionless. Without any strength to move, she was silently digesting what she had just experienced, her heart and her belly throbbed in pain.
She had a dream that Mo Jingshen took her to Los Angeles River to play, that Mo Nuan Studio was formally founded in Hai City and became a joint-stock real estate company, that she and Mo Jingshen attended a Chinese business manager conference together, and that they stood shoulder to shoulder and she stood by his side and became the best her.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she only saw the cold, pale ward.
No one was around.
This was a sterile ward, accessible only to doctors in sterile outfits. Ji Nuan lay quietly alone. A doctor came in and checked her indicators. When he found her awake, he pressed his medically gloved hand to her forehead and spoke consolingly to her in English, “Miss Ji, I know this may be cruel to you, but we are sorry to tell you that the baby is gone. It’s not easy for you to survive such a huge impact. You have been in a coma for five days and successfully passed the critical period. After two more days of observation, you can be transferred to a normal ward.”
Ji Nuan looked at the doctor in silence and winked a little, meaning she heard him.
The doctor had seen many women who had gone mad or became emotional after distressing major accidents, but Ji Nuan just lay motionless and quietly, slowly winking at him and looking calm.
He couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
Doctors always liked cooperative patients. Seeing her too quiet and calm, he said patiently to her, “Your operation was done by our best medical team, so don’t worry. Your reproductive function is not affected at all. When you recover, you can have another baby. A two-month-old baby is only a little embryo. Don’t be too sad. You were really badly injured after being pushed out from a fast-driving car. A fall from a car at that speed is equivalent to that from a fall from a four or five-story building. You’re fortunate to survive. Big fortune follows a hair escape. Take it easy.”
Ji Nuan quietly closed her eyes and, feebly and slowly, nodded.
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Two days later, just like the doctor said, Ji Nuan was transferred from ICU to a regular ward.
She was sleeping when she was transferred to the regular ward, and when she woke up, she was already lying on the bed.
Feng Ling pushed the door open and came in, only to see Ji Nuan lying motionlessly with her eyes open and looking at the ceiling of the ward. “Madam has just come to visit you, but you were sleeping. She made chicken soup for you to nourish your body.”
With that, Feng Ling opened a white thermos next to the bed, and a sudden fragrance came from it.
Ji Nuan passed out for five days and spent two days in the ICU with oxygen tubes, not speaking for a week. Smelling the fragrance, she moved her chapped lips, trying to speak, but her voice was hoarse.
“Where is Mo Jingshen?”
Ji Nuan asked, ‘where is Mo Jingshen’ instead of ‘how is Mo Jingshen now.’
If the answer was that he was still in the hospital, then at least he was alive.
But if the answer was… not that…
Ji Nuan didn’t dare to think any further but turned her eyes to Feng Ling. “Answer me.”
Feng Ling put some chicken soup in a bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon to make the soup not so hot as she said, “The body and the inside of the car were badly deformed. The driver’s seat where Mr. Mo was sitting was too narrow. He suffered a severe blow to the head. And one steel bar went into Mr. Mo’s spine, and another through his shoulder…”
She suddenly clenched her hands, which she quietly held at her sides, and froze.
Feng Ling’s voice was low as she went on, “You know, around the spine, there are all the nerves that can affect the whole body. Although the operation was a success, Mr. Mo is not yet awake and is still in critical condition.”