Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 171: Long Unending Dream

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Long Unending Dream

Jing Su saw this scene at the door and heard Jing Ruo’s furious words, and couldn’t help but curve the corners of his mouth.

But those words also made Shen Xun furrow his brow, a hint of self-reproach apparent in his gaze.

To be honest, even if Bo Jingshen was beaten until he vomited blood, Shen Xun didn’t feel any guilt.

He had donated five hundred milliliters of blood to Su Lu, technically not allowed, but he had strongly volunteered and was in good condition, so an exception was made for the five hundred.

And Su Zhe had also donated five hundred, which was why Su Zhe looked pale as a ghost and even fainted in the operating room.

The blood they both donated was used for Su Lu.

It was clear how much blood Su Lu had lost. Thinking this, Shen Xun felt that the amount Bo Jingshen had just vomited was insignificant compared to Su Lu.

As for Bo Jingshen looking so haggard and having aged overnight because of heartache,

Shen Xun couldn’t muster any sympathy either. What was this to him? Qianqian had surgery, people with rare blood types had surgery, which was like navigating a realm of ghosts. Any blood loss, with insufficient stock, put them at much greater risk than an average person.

How could Shen Xun sympathize with Bo Jingshen? Was he supposed to say, "You just lost a child, had one surgery, walked through the realm of ghosts. But you lost love!"

Is that absurd?

At this moment, Shen Xun turned his head to look at Bo Jingshen, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, and could only scoff coldly, even feeling like punching him again.

Jing Su walked in, "Is everything taken care of?"

"It’s handled," Shen Xun finally spoke.

Jing Ruo, with sarcasm, "Wow, you can talk? I thought you were mute. My mouth got dry talking just now, and you didn’t even make a peep...!"

She usually wasn’t sarcastic, but after having a monologue for so long, whatever she accused, Shen Xun seemed to have not heard at all, making her feel defeated, completely ignored...

"That’s enough," Jing Su said.

"Brother!" Jing Ruo looked at Jing Su, "You’re hurt yourself!"

Shen Xun also noticed the bandage on Jing Su’s hand and asked, "How’s the hand?"

"It’s nothing serious, just a superficial wound. Doesn’t even need stitches," Jing Su said.

Shen Xun’s hands were already clean, but upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but gently rub his fingertips. Luckily, no stitches were needed, and besides, his hands weren’t like blades, so how could they make such a ferocious wound...

"My apologies," said Shen Xun.

"Enough with the apologies..." Jing Su sat down on the couch, glanced at Jing Ruo, and hesitated before speaking.

Due to her environment and dealing with people like Jing Ce, Jing Ruo was very perceptive and quickly noticed Jing Su’s hesitance.

Jing Ruo, "Brother, what is it?"

Jing Su opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Never mind, it’s nothing."

"Oh." Jing Ruo didn’t press further.

However, moments later, Jing Su’s gaze returned to her.

Jing Ruo helplessly said, "Brother, if you have something to say, just say it."

Jing Su then asked, "That girl from the Xiao Family... isn’t she Jingshen’s fiancée? Why didn’t she stay to take care of him?"

Jing Ruo replied, "Sister Caizi just left. Ah, the engagement and such, I think it was mostly a negotiated agreement between her and my brother, where would the audacity come from to make her stay and take care of things..."

"Oh, I see..." Jing Su nodded slightly, his mind recalling the bitter smile on Xiao Caizi’s face.

Indeed, Bo Jingshen was exhausted, so this illness struck him hard and fast, and he constantly remained in a deep slumber, unable to awake; it was as if the weariness of these days had all piled up and then doubled down, overwhelming him until his body could no longer bear the load.

He slept in a daze, scarcely awake, and even when he was awake, he was groggy and confused.

Bo Jingshen had beautiful dreams where he was still in his youthful prime, full of aspiration with academic success and a smooth love life. He was happy every day.

Su Xiaolu was with him every day; while he coded at the computer, Su Xiaolu would sit beside him, dabbing at the canvas on the easel, the air filled with the smell of turpentine and wooden frames – not exactly pleasant, but it somehow comforted him.

Sometimes people escape the cruelties of reality in beautiful dreams.

Perhaps because reality was too painful, Bo Jingshen, fallen ill, remained in a dazed sleep, reluctant to wake up.

The happiness in his dreams intoxicated him.

Thus, for several days, he was unable to visit Su Lu at the hospital; it was as if he had disappeared.

On the other hand, Su Lu was diligently recovering every day.

Sister Chen said her mindset was good, and her appetite was strong as well. Her willpower was stronger than many patients she had cared for.

"I don’t have that great an appetite either, and it hurts..." Su Lu, being supported by Sister Chen, walked slowly through the hospital corridor, "But now, I’m not alone anymore. Given my poor health, if I don’t try harder..."

Su Lu gently placed a hand on her belly, "I would feel even more sorry for this child."

While still in her belly, due to her health, the child had already undergone so much treatment. Although Professor Zhou said he would do his best to help keep the baby safe, no one could guarantee whether the child could be saved, nor could anyone ensure that the child’s future development wouldn’t be affected by this surgery and the medication.

Su Lu could do nothing but leave it to fate. Thus, she did everything within her power, like maintaining a positive attitude to prevent negative emotions from affecting her body.

Like trying to recover: if she needed to get out of bed for a walk, she would do it despite the pain and not allow herself to be lazy.

Like striving to eat, to provide her body with enough nutrition.

"No mother doesn’t love her own child; the baby can feel your emotions, your determination, and will grow well. Don’t worry too much," Sister Chen, aware of Su Lu’s condition, quickly reassured her after hearing her words.

Cheng Youran waved from a distance before jogging down the corridor, "Sister Chen, let me take over for a while. You can rest."

Sister Chen didn’t bargain with Cheng Youran, knowing he must have stolen a moment during work to check on her since he couldn’t stay long. So, she let him help.

Cheng Youran continued walking with Su Lu in the corridor.

Su Lu turned to him and asked, "Is my brother feeling better?"

"Much better," Cheng Youran smiled, "He’s just been eating spinach, pig liver, pig blood, black fungus, and such for the past few days, and he’s a bit unhappy about it."

Su Lu smiled slightly, "Did you cook it?"

Cheng Youran’s cooking skills were something Su Lu knew well – not poisoning someone was an achievement.

"Of course not," Cheng Youran said, "Qiao Li cooked it. Actually, it tastes quite good, but eating it every day would wear on anyone."

Cheng Youran said then glanced up at Su Lu, "Qiao Li really wants to come to see you."