Chapter 34: Wenxu Jiang, Tell Me How Long I Can Live Without Love (1/2)

Translator: Ruriko

The consciousness of Zhishu He was intermittent, and in the most painful time he was in a trance, thinking that he was dying. He couldn't even cry in pain, with cold sweat on his forehead.

In fact, Wenxu Jiang was also uncomfortable in this process. He was painful in the dry and narrow place. He just wanted to bully Zhishu and make him more uncomfortable.

”Do you admit your fault?”

In the end, Zhishu heard this sentence. He slowly rolled over his tightened body with his gaunt chin resting on his knee. He did not speak, feeling that the residual heat gradually left his body with Wenxu Jiang's movements.

“What’s wrong with me?” Zhishu was thinking and his eyes were dim, and nothing could be reflected in it.

”Speaking,” Wenxu frowned and bent down to force Zhishu to face him. He thought he had made a concession, but he was still totally ignored, ”Do you feel not enough so you just lie there and wait for me?”

Zhishu's face turned with Jiang's strength. He could barely focus his eyes. Zhishu's pupils were big and black, but there was no pure affection in his eyes anymore. The dark shadow of Wenxu Jiang was in Zhishu’s eyes which were full of overwhelming despair and sadness.

Wenxu Jiang's heart suddenly shivered in pain. He raised his hand to touch the eyelashes of Zhishu, trying to confirm that the heartbreak he saw was just an illusion.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhishu totally huddled himself up. His face was covered with a red handprint. Suddenly, Zhishu coughed. His pale face showed his extreme pain. Then he coughed up dark red blood.

Wenxu Jiang's face changed and his pupils suddenly contracted. He bent down to hold Zhishu, as his fingers trembled, ”What's wrong?What's wrong? Let me… Let me check quickly...”

Zhishu trembled more and more severely, and when he opened his mouth, blood slid down his lips. He grabbed Wenxu Jiang and his fingers whitened in pain, ”Cold.”

Wenxu Jiang caught the sheet in a flurry and wrapped it around Zhishu. He turned over Zhishu and held Zhishu in his arms, but he touched much cold and sticky liquid under Zhishu. Wenxu Jiang was completely panic-stricken. The tearing wound in Zhishu’s intestine was still bleeding.

”It's all right... You will be fine. Let's go to the hospital right away. It's all right,” Wenxu Jiang comforted not only Zhishu, but also himself. It was too rare for Wenxu Jiang to speak in such a panic tone. He was always like a strategist, calm and elegant.

”I'm not going to the hospital,” Zhishu said in a flat tone, but his voice was a little muffled. His mind was clear, so he repeated, ”I will not go to the hospital.”

Wenxu Jiang stepped back. He quickly flipped through his address book and dialed a number, ”Jingwen? Get the medicine box and come to my house now! ”