What she woke up with was a huge pain in her heart. She remembered that dream and burst into tears. Only then did she realize that except for her eyes and mouth, her entire face was covered.
Her tears dripped onto the bandage, and the nurse who stayed to look after her immediately stopped her and said, "It's not good if your tears reach the wound."
Her lips moved slightly, but it was so difficult that she couldn't make a sound.
"The recovery period will be at least one month, and full recovery will take about three months to half a year." The nurse seemed to know what she was going to ask.
When she takes off the bandage, this face will no longer be hers at all.
Jing Jiaren laughed softly and stood up.
The left hand is being infused with anti-inflammatory medicine...
She walked into the bathroom carrying the infusion bag and looked at herself in the mirror, completely wrapped into a rice dumpling head.
Fake, this is all fake.
Although she had been mentally building up for many days, when she actually lay on the operating table and underwent the operation, her psychology completely collapsed again.
She grabbed the toothbrush cup and threw it against the mirror.
The cracked glass mirror reflected countless images of her wrapped in bandages.
Living like this is worse than death!
Her body was trembling slightly, but her fingers were stroking her bulging belly.
The only belief that can support her survival is this child.
Once the child is given to Leng Lintian, she has nothing, what is left?
Master Ximen has completely cut off her escape route!
After lying in bed and recuperating for a few days, I kept taking anti-inflammatory medicine. My face became less swollen, and the pain after the operation gradually disappeared.
Jing Jiaren was left with a feeling of indifference.
No thoughts about the future...
The door suddenly opened, and no one knew who came in. Jing Jiaren didn't turn her eyes, showing no interest.
"I heard that your recovery period was very good, and you were very cooperative with our work during this period." It was the servant from last time. "Now it's time to let you go..."
"Let me go?" Jing Jiaren finally moved.
The servant gave her a newspaper in his hand: "Before you leave, you might as well read this."
Jing Jiaren took it and glanced at it for a few times before her body froze.
The headline on the front page was about the plane crash that she almost took 20 days ago.
Jing Jiaren is not stupid and immediately connected all the causes and effects.
It turns out that Mr. Ximen turned her around and faked her death to deceive Ximen Longting.
That's why I took off her love chain and took away all her intimate clothes.
"I don't understand. Wouldn't it be easier for your master to just kill me? Why go to such trouble?"
"Whether or not to kill you is our master's decision. How can you and I guess the intention?"
"..."
"However, Master let you live. You must know how to be grateful. If you make the same mistake again and waste our Master's hard work... the real you will be on the list of the next accident!" the servant threatened without expression.
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly with a hoarse voice: "I know."
She knew that if she approached Ximen Longting again, she would die.
Now she is not afraid of death, she is only afraid that Ximen Longting will suffer a second sad blow.
"Is he okay?" she asked quietly, "will he continue to treat gastric cancer without me?"
"..."
"Will he be willing to eat well and sleep well...won't he make himself sick?"
"..."
"How did he react when he saw this report? Is he in pain? He must be going crazy..."