Being a Lady of an Influential Family

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

Picking up the medicine bottles and prescriptions on the side and carefully looking at them, they were actually medicines for analgesic, anti-inflammatory and infection suppression.

Leng Sa knew that if the bullet in his leg was not taken out, these medicines 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 continue to be repeatedly infected and deteriorated, and Fu Fengcheng may die one time.

In fact, Fu Fengcheng has been able to live in peace with this bullet for the past few months, which is quite surprising.

"Young Madam." The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, Lan Jing came in with a lot of things, and Xiao Yiran followed 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 the things she brought, and Xiao Yiran walked directly to the hospital bed, looked at the sleeping Fu Fengcheng and frowned, "Why did it suddenly become so serious?"

Leng Sa shook her 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 from the capital to go south."

Leng Sa slightly pulled the corner of her lips and said, "Thank you, Third Prince."

Xiao Yiran waved his hand, normally he would have to tease a few words, but seeing Fu Fengcheng like this, he couldn't even utter a few words of teasing.

I could only sigh softly and said: "Don't worry, this guy Fu Fengcheng has a lot of life, he won't die."

"Well, I guess so."

Fu Fengcheng fell asleep, Xiao Yiran didn't stay long and left soon.

Lan Jing looked at Leng Sa and whispered, "Young Madam, please rest for a while, I will look at Eldest Young Master."

Leng Sa shook her head, "It's still early, I can't sleep, I'm just sitting here for a while to rest."

Lan Jing nodded, and retreated lightly.

When Fu Fengcheng woke up, the quiet room was a little dark, except for a lamp on the bedside.

Turning her head sideways, she saw Leng Sa sitting on the edge of the bed, already leaning on the chair and falling asleep. Under the light yellow light, she frowned slightly, as if something in her dream was bothering her.

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

Just thinking of how embarrassed he was in front of Leng Sa in the afternoon made him a little annoyed.

Before Fu Fengcheng could do anything, Leng Sa had already opened his eyes and sat up, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "It's okay, thank you Madam."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Young Master Fu's ward is a very spacious suite, and for the convenience of taking care of patients nearby, there is a sofa that can accommodate people to lie down and rest.

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

Leng Sa shook her head and said, "After watching something for a while, I accidentally fell asleep." Picking up the file that slipped from her hand while falling asleep, she put it on the table, Leng Sa stood up and said, "There is hot porridge 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 there are no other people who can take care of First Young Master Fu, but for safety's sake, both Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an think that people who cannot be trusted should not be allowed to approach Fu Fengcheng under such circumstances.

After all, Young Master Fu was assassinated just a few days ago, so it's hard to say whether those people will take the opportunity to attack under the current situation.

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

Leng Sa looked back at him, "Fu Fengcheng, you are a patient now, the doctor has the final say on when you will be discharged from the hospital."

Fu Fengcheng laughed lowly, "Is there any use in living in a hospital?"

Looking sideways at the various medicines scattered around the table, Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand and pulled up a bottle and said, "It's no different from the medicines I used before, or when I really can't hold on anymore, just put my legs on it." Cut it off, and you don’t have to worry about these things anymore.”

He had a casual smile on his face, but Leng Sa could see deep coldness and anger from his eyes.

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

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

Leng Sa took the porridge and walked back to the bed, and Fu Fengcheng had calmed down a while, as if the anger just now was a misjudgment by Leng Sa's own eyes.

"Do you need me to feed you?" Leng Sa helped Fu Fengcheng sit up, and asked with the pillow upright behind him.

Fu Fengcheng was silent for a moment, "Please trouble Madam."

"..." He is a patient.

Leng Sa picked up the porridge, picked up the spoon, and fed Young Master Fu patiently.

Fu Fengcheng obviously didn't expect that Leng Sa didn't argue with him but actually fed him porridge, he was stunned for a moment before he lowered his head to eat the hot porridge that was fed to his mouth.

It's just that I don't know what I thought of, and my mood became worse again while I was eating.

Leng Sa calmly pretended not to see it. Is it really all right for Young Master Fu to be so happy and angry?

After finishing the porridge, Leng Sa packed up the bowl and took it out to Lan Jing, telling her to go to bed early, and returned to the room with a glass of water. Put the water glass on the table, and said softly, "Take your medicine after a short rest."

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

Leng Sa knew that he was in a bad mood, although he didn't know where he was poked again, but in the current situation, no matter what, it was unlikely that he would be in a good mood, right?

It's just that Leng Sa is indeed not a person who can comfort others. She was even a little unsure if she would comfort Fu Fengcheng or make him more angry if she spoke, so she finally had to decide to shut up.

As a result, the atmosphere in the ward became more and more gloomy. Even if the lights illuminated the ward as bright as day, it still couldn't make people feel the slightest warmth.

Leng Sa thought, should I find someone with a more lively personality to take care of Fu Fengcheng? But safety is one aspect, and another... She doubts how many people can be lively in front of Fu Fengcheng.

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

Leng Sa was startled, and looked up at Fu Fengcheng.

"Why do you suddenly remember to ask this question?" After a while, Leng Sa asked in confusion.

Fu Fengcheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Isn't this a very realistic problem? It is true that I may die at any time, even if I choose... amputation, there is still a high chance of dying. Hasn't Madam considered these issues? "

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

"No." Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, but Leng Sa could hear the firmness and determination from it.

Leng Sa said: "What if you can survive 100% if you only need to amputate your limbs?"

Fu Fengcheng sneered and said, "No."

Leng Sa sighed lightly, leaned over to look at Fu Fengcheng and said, "Fu Fengcheng, you have too high demands on yourself, you can't accept that you are not perfect, even if you will lose your life for it?"

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

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

Fu Fengcheng said in a low voice, "You really don't understand? If I really lost a leg, no one would want me to stand up again."

"Why?" Leng Sa asked.

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

Leng Sa shook her head, "I really can't understand your theory. You don't have to give up so quickly, maybe there are 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 after death? Remaining dignity?"

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 or danger.

Sure enough, Fu Fengcheng didn't use any force, his slightly cool fingers gently slid across her fair and slender neck. Fu Fengcheng approached slowly, spraying her warm breath on her neck.

Leng Sa wanted to stand up uncomfortably, but Fu Fengcheng held her waist with the other hand, "Don't move."

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

Fu Fengcheng let out a muffled snort and leaned against her shoulder, Leng Sa clearly felt the hand on her waist clenched uncontrollably.

"It hurts again? Don't touch me and call the doctor!"

"Don't move!" Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, leaning on Leng Sa's shoulder in silence for a long time.

Leng Sa maintained this somewhat awkward posture and felt that she was about to become stiff, only to hear that Fu Fengcheng was slightly relieved, and the strength in his hands also relaxed accordingly.

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and looked at her, as if a storm was brewing in his deep eyes.

"A few months ago, I was going back and forth between such numb pain and sudden sharp pain every day, but for me... the worst thing is not such pain, but if I don't feel any pain at all."

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

"You don't understand." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her, "Those who have never lost will never understand."

"Fu Fengcheng." Leng Sa stared at him sternly and said: "If things can be changed, try to change them, and if they can't be changed, accept it calmly. You are not the kind of person who is weak and unable to accept the reality. I also know that even if there is really no With one leg, you can still trample everyone under your feet. So, why on earth...you want to bet your life like this?"

At first, some doctors must have proposed amputation, because even if Hua Guoshou is found, there is no guarantee that it will be healed successfully, and this injury may worsen at any time, and Fu Fengcheng may die if he does it once.

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

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

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer her question, his eyes slipped from her face to her neck a little carelessly.

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

Fu Fengcheng's hand pinched her neck again, and his murderous intent was instantly revealed.

Leng Sa's eyes froze, and she was about to raise her hand to fight back against Fu Fengcheng, but she had already relaxed her strength.

He approached Leng Sa's ear and whispered, "Leng Mingyue, if I really want to die, remember to run away before I die."

After saying this, Fu Fengcheng let go of his hands and leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Leng Sa looked at his calm face, but took a deep breath in her heart.

Perhaps no one has discovered that Fu Fengcheng has another sequelae than the leg injury.

PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

It's just that Fu Fengcheng is too smart, and he's too good at covering up, no one has noticed that something is wrong with him.

Explanation of terms: PTSD - post-traumatic stress disorder (from the Internet)

It is a welcome disorder with severe clinical symptoms, poor prognosis, and possible brain damage among trauma and stress-related disorders. It refers to the mental stress disorder after an individual faces strong mental stress, such as natural disasters, traffic accidents, and accidents involving relatives. Concentration camp survivors, natural disaster survivors, and military veterans are groups with a higher prevalence, and post-war syndrome is a category of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Patients specifically manifested as traumatic re-experiencing symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and increased alertness symptoms. It is often accompanied by other symptoms, such as changes in outlook on life and values, dissociative symptoms, changes in interpersonal relationships, and even personality changes, depression, drug abuse, and so on.