bookrandom Chapter 952 Feeling Depressed
Chapter 952 Feeling Depressed
Teng Zijing sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom, unsure how to soothe her chest.
Just as my heart, which had just been stabbed and was bleeding, was wondering what to do, I heard soft footsteps outside.
An Ran walked around the bedroom and vaguely smelled a strong smell of smoke, so she couldn't help but sneeze.
She followed the scent to the bathroom door, reached out and turned the doorknob, only to find it locked from the inside.
"Zijing, I'm sorry." Her voice came through the door, soft and cautious.
"I know you've done a lot for me without me even realizing it, and I shouldn't ignore your feelings."
I promise you, even if I have to sleep on the streets, I will never go back to Xiaofei's bedroom again.
"Who wants you to sleep on the streets!" The bathroom door was suddenly pulled open with a "click."
Teng Zijing stood at the door, his eyes frighteningly red, his tone filled with anger.
More than anything, he was anxiously worried, "With a place for me, Teng Zijing, to stay, how could I let An Ran go and sleep on the streets?"
An Ran ignored his scolding, stepped forward, and hugged his waist tightly.
Her head was buried in his chest, her voice muffled, filled with deep grievance:
"Zijing, many times, I truly feel that having you is the luckiest thing in my life."
My parents gave me life and raised me, and I should remember their responsibility, but many times, they really aren't qualified parents.
Their current predicament may be due to a lack of good deeds in their daily lives...
But they are the people who gave me life and raised me; I can't just stand by and watch. I have to lend them a hand.
Teng Zijing's heart softened instantly, her hard lines trembling with tears.
He reached out and hugged her tightly, gently patting her back with his hand, his voice low and soft: "Help, I'll use my connections to get them out of here."
"Thank you, Zijing. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
An Ran looked up, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but she stared intently at his gradually softening features.
Teng Zijing nodded, wiping away her tears with his fingertips, then suddenly changed the subject: "Xiao Ran, stop wasting your energy trying to save An Tai."
An Ran was stunned, her eyes filled with astonishment: "Zijing... what... what do you mean by that?"
"Ansteel Technology has a good foundation in R&D technology, but it has suffered too much damage this time, and it will be difficult to recover to its former state."
Teng Zijing spoke clearly and logically, his eyes filled with an unwavering certainty.
"Why not merge the research team into Fengteng's team? This way we can retain the key personnel and prevent unscrupulous people from taking advantage of the situation and poaching our scarce talent."
He paused, grasped An Ran's shoulders, and his gaze deepened: "You also know my true identity and the burden on my shoulders."
Military research base projects require a large amount of raw materials and components. By working together, we can only make our country and our families stronger and better.
An Ran suddenly realized, blinked, and asked, "So that's why you didn't hesitate to take on the engineering projects in the Haikou area at a high price?"
Teng Zijing gave a faint smile, a smile that was both self-deprecating and candid:
"Jiang Chengyu is a young man, but he has more courage and vision than I do."
Zidong International gave all of its core technologies to the base without holding back a single bit.
If I'm too stingy, wouldn't I be hurting their feelings? Even if I were willing to do it, Grandpa wouldn't agree.
Their eyes met, and the gloom in the air instantly dissipated. Bright smiles bloomed in their eyes, like the light after the rain, dazzlingly bright.
The smell of smoke in the bathroom seemed to be dispelled by their laughter, leaving only the warmth of their embrace, just right.
As dawn broke the next day, pale golden sunlight slanted through the glass window, casting warm patches of light on Gu Ze's face.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly about to take flight, before he slowly opened his eyes.
My gaze first fell on the IV drip hanging overhead, where clear liquid was dripping down, flowing through the tubing onto the back of my hand.
He turned his head slightly and saw the fluctuating curves on the monitor next to him, emitting regular "beep" sounds.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained, leaving him limp and powerless. Gu Ze tried to struggle to sit up, but felt something pressing down on the edge of the blanket.
He turned his head and saw Jiang Chengyu lying on the edge of the bed, his arm under his head, fast asleep, with wisps of hair hanging down his forehead, partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes.
Gu Ze still managed to turn to his side with difficulty, his gaze falling on Jiang Chengyu's sleeping face, complex emotions surging in his eyes.
This wasn't the first time he'd experienced such a scene, but each time, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, forgetting everything around him.
"Cheng Yu, you still care about me, don't you?" he murmured softly.
A smug smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "Otherwise, when I woke up, I should have seen Feng Tao."
As soon as he finished speaking, his throat suddenly felt dry and itchy, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough. The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to wake the people around him.
Jiang Chengyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes still blurry from just waking up, and saw that Gu Ze was awake.
She instantly snapped out of it and quickly got up to support his shoulder: "Brother, you're finally awake?"
His tone betrayed his urgency, "Where do you feel unwell? I'll go call the doctor right away."
He turned to turn away, but Gu Ze grabbed his wrist, his fingertips slightly cool.
"Cheng Yu, don't be nervous, I'm fine." His voice was a little hoarse. "My throat is just too dry, I want to drink some water."
Jiang Chengyu breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, brother, lie down and I'll go get you some water."
He first reached out and raised the headboard a little higher, so that Gu Ze could comfortably lean against it.
She turned around and quickly walked to the water dispenser, filled a cup with warm water, tested the temperature, and then hurried back.
"Here, brother, be careful, it's hot. Drink slowly." Jiang Chengyu held Gu Ze by the back of the neck and brought the cup to his lips.
Gu Ze took his hand and drank the water in the glass in one gulp, which relieved the dryness in his throat considerably.
He put down the cup, his gaze returning to Jiang Chengyu's face, a hint of barely perceptible longing in his eyes.
She asked softly, "Cheng Yu, your company is so busy, why are you here alone watching over me? Where's Feng Tao?"
Jiang Chengyu took back the cup and explained calmly, "You were unconscious for a whole day and night."
Feng Tao had been guarding the place for a long time and was exhausted, so I let him go home and rest last night.
Gu Ze lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them, his tone laced with suppressed self-mockery: "Cheng Yu, it seems like I always manage to survive when I meet you."
Jiang Chengyu's heart tightened, and he quickly changed the subject: "Brother, are you hungry?"
There's a cook in the cafeteria at the city's central hospital who makes incredibly soft and sticky red bean and barley porridge. Shall I get you some to go?
Gu Ze stared intently at him, his brows furrowed slightly. Only now did he notice Jiang Chengyu's distant way of addressing him.
That address felt like a thorn in my heart, and my tone instantly turned cold: "What did you call me?"
With his back to Gu Ze, Jiang Chengyu composed himself, his fingertips clenching nervously in his trench coat pocket.
He took a deep breath before turning around, a deliberately upturned smile on his face, and said nonchalantly:
"Brother? Didn't you say that because you're five years older than me, you like taking care of me every day?"
"Cheng Yu!" Gu Ze's face instantly turned ashen, his voice icy.
"Since you chose Mu Xiaoji, why did you save me? To laugh at me? Aren't my experiences enough for you to mock?"
Jiang Chengyu reached out and supported his trembling shoulders, his tone becoming slightly heavier:
“Brother, it’s all been wishful thinking on your part from beginning to end. I’ve never left Xiao Ji. Even during the two years I was in a coma, he treated me like a treasure.”
Gu Ze looked at Jiang Chengyu's slender hand and held it out to him. On the ring finger was a ring that was unique to Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu followed his gaze to the ring, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable firmness:
"This is a couple's set that Xiao Ji designed herself in Los Angeles, and was handmade by our company's jewelry designer 'James'."
We each have one; if I were to abandon him, how could I possibly still be wearing the ring?
"I don't want to hear it!" Gu Ze shoved his hand away and roared, "Get out of here!"
The commotion in the ward attracted the attention of medical staff, and several of them hurriedly pushed open the door and came in.
Gu Ze pointed at Jiang Chengyu, his chest heaving violently: "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"
The lead nurse quickly stepped forward, speaking as calmly as possible: "Mr. Jiang, would you please excuse yourself for a moment? The patient's agitation will affect the treatment."
Jiang Chengyu didn't look at the nurse, but focused his gaze on Gu Ze's reddened eyes. He decisively told the doctor, "Inject a sedative immediately."
The medical staff looked at each other, then at Dr. Lu, clearly hesitant.
"What are you all standing there for?" Jiang Chengyu suddenly raised his voice, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Are we waiting for his old illness to relapse?"
Dr. Lu snapped out of his daze, immediately realizing what was happening, and nodded, saying, "Quickly, do as President Jiang says."
He's a reputable doctor with clinical experience; listening to him is the right thing to do. Prepare sedatives!
"I don't want a shot! I'm not sick! Let me go!" Gu Ze struggled to push away the approaching doctor.
However, because he had just woken up and was weak all over, he was quickly held down by everyone.
Dr. Lu took the injection from the nurse and quickly administered it to his arm.
The drug took effect quickly, and Gu Ze's body slowly went limp.
He looked at Jiang Chengyu's expressionless face, and the anger in his eyes gradually faded.
A layer of moisture rose up, tears silently slid down her cheeks, and finally she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Jiang Chengyu stood by the bed, looking at his sleeping face now calm. His fingertips trembled slightly. The composure he had been deliberately maintaining just now cracked at this moment.
Dr. Lu frowned slightly as he looked at Gu Ze, who had fallen asleep again on the hospital bed. He then turned to Jiang Chengyu and couldn't help but ask:
"President Jiang, his repeated agitation and emotional fluctuations are probably not good."
When he was diagnosed with severe depression, how did your treatment plan address this situation?
Jiang Chengyu's gaze swept over Gu Ze's peaceful sleeping face, his voice deepening as he turned to Dr. Lu and said:
“This time it wasn’t a relapse of his old illness, but rather that he was feeling depressed. Once the knot in his heart was untied, his mental illness was cured without medicine.”
He paused, clenched his fist helplessly, and let out a long sigh:
"Let's observe his emotional changes carefully first. We should avoid using medication if possible. What he needs most right now is not a suppressant, but clarity of mind."
Dr. Lu nodded thoughtfully, without asking any further questions. He simply made a quick note in the medical record, and the ward returned to its quiet state with only the machines running.