Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 365

But if it weren’t for desperation, he would never have resorted to such a masochistic plan.

Even Bo Jingshen could tell, let alone Su Lu, they both could see what it meant—such an obvious self-harm plan.

There was no other choice, and as pitiful as Jiang Li might seem, with Ying Heng gone, he had a falling out with his family because of it.

But in truth, from childhood to adulthood, this guy had always been pampered. Jiang Su had only this one younger brother, and he was incredibly precious to him.

The parents didn’t hold the same level of expectations and standards for their younger son as they did for their elder son.

Jiang Li always had an easier life than Jiang Su. Later on, with Ying Heng in his life, Ying Heng spoiled him even more, nearly indulging his every wish.

Before Ying Heng passed away, Jiang Li had never really suffered any significant setbacks.

So, when faced with the issue regarding Ying Xi, he became almost desperate, resorting to this self-harm scheme.

When Su Lu arrived, Jiang Li had already been moved to a hospital room.

He hadn’t even put on hospital garb, wearing his motorcycle leather jacket draped over his shoulders, a vest underneath, his arm in a cast hanging from his neck. His pants were cut open, and both knees and the outer sides of his thighs were scraped, bloody wounds.

But the wounds had been medicated and bandaged. Nonetheless, he still looked somewhat disheveled, and because he hadn’t changed into hospital clothes, with his pants cut up haphazardly, it also seemed a bit ridiculous.

Jiang Li sat by the window, his gaze somewhat vacant as he stared outside at the sky, where the twilight spread orange and red.

"Alright, I’ll get the medicine, and then we’ll leave," Bo Jingshen said, looking at Jiang Li by the window, a trace of anger in his voice, "You’ve outdone yourself, cripple, resorting to a self-harm plan."

Jiang Li didn’t even glance at him, replying indifferently, "The same goes for you, cripple. I learned it from you. I saw how well it worked for you and thought I might as well give it a try—might work, right?"

With a bitter laugh, Jiang Li added, "Useless, though."

"It’s useless, so just give it up. Isn’t it embarrassing enough?" Bo Jingshen said.

Jiang Li’s previous words and the mournful tone of his speech were not without effect on Bo Jingshen. Bo Jingshen wasn’t a cold-hearted person, even though he might not seem to think much of this friend on a regular basis.

But after all, they were longtime close friends. How could he truly be indifferent and unconcerned? If he were that indifferent, Bo Jingshen wouldn’t have given up the opportunity to have dinner with Su Lu and instead come to the hospital to attend to his wounds.

"Don’t waste medical resources," Bo Jingshen said, preparing to get the medicine.

Jiang Li nodded, "Yeah, you’re right, no need to waste medical resources. Our family already has enough people wasting them."

Jiang Li sneered as he spoke. His father, Jiang He, was hospitalized, not that he really had some illness—just the result of years of unhealthy living habits. Now, as he got older, he often had these sub-health issues, so every now and then, usually when the seasons changed, he would stay in the hospital for care.

"And I feel extremely uncomfortable staying in the hospital anyway."

Jiang Li didn’t like hospitals; he could almost say he had a kind of stress disorder regarding hospitals.

When Ying Heng passed away... it wasn’t actually in the hospital. Ying Heng had breathed his last in his arms on the way there. But Jiang Li refused to believe it, and when they got to the hospital, he frantically demanded the doctors resuscitate Ying Heng.

The problem was, by then, Ying Heng was already gone, and no amount of resuscitation would have made a difference.

Jiang Li had even knelt for them, begging them to try saving Ying Heng once more.

But there wasn’t any respite, an older doctor came over and declared Ying Heng’s death.

That scene later became Jiang Li’s long-lasting nightmare, requiring alcohol or sleeping pills to fall asleep.

And then later on, during the overseas training camp, Ying Xi took the brunt of the acid thrown at him.

Ying Xi stayed in the hospital for quite a while, and in the beginning, Jiang Li felt each day was torment because he watched Ying Xi in agony every day. Ying Xi was concerned that using anesthesia and painkillers excessively might affect the nerves, the drug testing later on, as well as fine motor skills, so he only used them in minimal doses.

So the pain was incessant, day and night. All he could do was endure.

Watching, Jiang Li felt as if he were pierced by a thousand arrows, especially having once seen Ying Heng being declared dead, he was already burdened with a profound psychological shadow.

He had thought those days were the hardest, but he didn’t expect the days that followed to be even more unbearable. Just like waiting for wounds to heal, the subsequent rehabilitation was tormenting. Burns are all the same, rehabilitation is no easier than healing; sometimes it’s even more painful. The hypertrophic scars from the healed wounds and the contractured skin required strenuous rehabilitation efforts, and each time felt as if it was tearing apart in pain.

Jiang Li had never heard Ying Xi cry out in pain, but having seen so much of his sweat, he could imagine what kind of suffering it was.

So, Jiang Li had a shadow in his heart regarding hospitals; in fact, with his current injuries, it was possible to avoid hospitalization, but staying wasn’t out of the question either.

But Jiang Li decisively refused, and seriously requested discharge, not willing to stay a moment longer. Even changing into a hospital gown felt like a psychological burden for him, so he simply let the nurse cut the leg of his trousers to treat the wound.

It was at this time that Su Lu gently knocked on the door frame, "Ah Li, are you okay?"

Jiang Li was surprised and quickly looked toward Su Lu, "Su Lu? Why...? How did you get here?"

Jiang Li couldn’t believe it, so he glanced at Bo Jingshen, and seeing that Bo Jingshen’s expression didn’t show too much disturbance, Jiang Li was somewhat relieved.

With some relief came some sentimentality.

Ah, this animal, why is he so quick? Have things already eased to this extent between him and Su Lu?

He had thought that there would still be significant tension between the two of them, but it seems it wasn’t so.

Su Lu was holding a bunch of fresh flowers to give to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li accepted them with a smile, "Thanks, it’s really kind of you to go out of your way to buy a bouquet. Honestly, with all those flowers you have every day, just plucking a few from those would have been enough."

Thinking of the rose bushes piled in her corridor, Su Lu said helplessly, "I could give a few to everyone in this hospital, and there would still be plenty."

Su Lu looked at Jiang Li’s arm and the abrasions on his leg, "It doesn’t look easy, why not stay in the hospital?"

Jiang Li pursed his lips and shook his head, "I don’t like hospitals." He paused, "I don’t like hospitals at all... There are too many farewells there."

Su Lu paused, thinking of Jiang Li’s past experience of losing Ying Heng.

The rift between him and Ying Xi also seemed to stem from the hospital, where Ying Xi learned from Jiang Li’s father about his elder brother, leading to the breakdown between him and Jiang Li.

For Jiang Li, indeed, there had been too many farewells in hospitals.

Bo Jingshen said, "Sit for a while, I’ll go get his medication."

Su Lu said helplessly, "You two cripples are just as bad as each other, stay put, I’ll go get it."