He buried Zhou Yanxu, and with him, her past was also buried.
Jiang Nanshu coughed intermittently, feeling a heavy chest compression until she coughed out a mouthful of blood, which made her feel much better.
“Boss, let’s go to the hospital. How much longer can you hold on like this?”
Xun Wu’s voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Jiang Nanshu wiped the blood with a tissue and turned her head to glance at him, “I’m fine, I should be able to outlive Zhou Yanbai.”
Xun Wu was both frustrated and helpless, “I really should call Sister Xu Yun to supervise you and ensure you take your medication properly. You’re neglecting it again.”
Speaking of Xu Yun, Jiang Nanshu’s eyes softened as she smiled, “Planning to marry Sister Xu Yun?”
Xun Wu blushed shyly in a second, “That, that’s all up to her. She’s in charge.”
They got together last winter.
Jiang Nanshu sincerely wished them well. It was good to see that even a big fool like Xun Wu could find love, and she felt happy for them.
She coughed twice, “Treat Sister Xu Yun well. If you dare to cheat on her, I won’t let you off even as a ghost.”
Xun Wu pursed his lips, “How could I dare? I’m too busy adoring her. How could I possibly cheat on her? Boss, you can rest assured. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?”
“That’s good, but it’s a pity I can’t see you guys get married,” Jiang Nanshu remarked somewhat wistfully.
When she married Lu Qingyan, they had just registered the marriage without a wedding ceremony, not even wedding rings.
Originally, seeing others happy made her feel joy for them.
Xun Wu’s eyes reddened. “Wu wu wu, don’t say such things, I will marry Xu Yun tomorrow, and you’ll be able to see it.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“Why would Sister Xu Yun date you?”
So crybaby!
She hoped not to meet such crybabies again.
She was fed up.
She wouldn’t comfort anyone who cries!
Jiang Nanshu left Port City, and her illness began to worsen.
Before that, good news came.
Zhou Yanbai went insane.
He needed a sedative every day to control his self-harming behavior.
Many scars appeared on his forehead from banging it, and he constantly muttered, “I want to go back to that world; I don’t want to stay here.”
Jiang Nanshu just glanced at him, “Even if you go back, you are destined to die young.”
She didn’t know which word of Jiang Nanshu had triggered him.
He crazily banged his head against the wall again.
He knocked himself out cold.
The next day, Jiang Nanshu sent him to the psychiatric hospital and instructed them to treat him “specially.”
The crazier he got, the more sedatives they had to administer.
As April approached, the psychiatric hospital passed on the news that Zhou Yanbai had committed suicide.
He had hidden a sharp object in his room and slit his wrists.
In total, it hadn’t even been three months.
His endurance was really poor.
Jiang Nanshu had thought he would be able to hold on for longer, but she had overestimated him.
In the season when the grass grew and orioles flew, Jiang Nanshu confirmed with the doctor that she had at most two months to live.
She decisively handed over her company to Xun Wu, wrote a will, and arranged her assets.
She hadn’t done many good deeds in her life, so she decided to do more as she was dying.
She sponsored schools in impoverished mountain areas, provided funds to orphanages, and finally assisted children suffering from severe illnesses.
Being ill was truly painful.
Jiang Nanshu was in pain every day.
She couldn’t save herself, but she hoped those children undergoing treatment could recover and be healthy.
Then she packed her bags and began traveling everywhere.
She went to see the sea, the desert, the mountains, the aurora, and felt the wind on the grasslands.
Jiang Nanshu had seen all the beautiful scenes she had ever wanted to see, and finally, she paid a family in Linhai to cremate her after her death and scatter her ashes into the sea.
She was a person without a destination; wherever she was buried would be a problem.
Better to be an eternally free wind.
Jiang Nanshu had rented a place in Linhai.
Her sleeping hours gradually became longer than her waking hours.
She didn’t even have time to take her sleeping pills.
Every time she fell asleep, she would see Lu Qingyan’s gloomy eyes and wake up terrified.
Fortunately, she no longer had to endure Lu Qingyan’s fury and could die in peace here.
One night, as she was dozing off, the voice of Da Shachun suddenly rang in her ears.
“Host! This is bad!”
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
Hadn’t it unbound? How had it returned?
This time, she clearly saw Da Shachun’s entity, a round… cotton candy.
And it had a strawberry-flavored filling.
Jiang Nanshu stared blankly at it, wiping the corner of her mouth, “I must be hungry, dreaming about wanting to eat cotton candy.”
Cotton candy… oh no, Da Shachun’s round eyes turned into an angry shape: “What time is it and you still have time to think about eating cotton candy, wuwuwu, it’s too scary, you better go back.”
Jiang Nanshu: “????”
Da Shachun: “The male protagonist has gone mad! The world fracturing will cause all parallel worlds to lose balance, which would cause unimaginable damage, please go stop him, wuwuwu, I am so miserable, I finally got a vacation, and now I was called back.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…I’m almost dead, you guys find someone else, I won’t go.”
This must be the male protagonist “turning dark” later in the book, right?
She hadn’t finished that book, who knows what he was like after turning dark.
She certainly didn’t want to be the scapegoat and be slaughtered.
Da Shachun looked desperate: “It’s too late, the worlds have overlapped.”
Jiang Nanshu was about to ask what “worlds overlapping” meant.
In the next moment, it was as if a giant hand fiercely pulled down on her soul, the massive shock made her head spin, and she passed out.
“Beep beep beep…”
She didn’t know how much time had passed.
Jiang Nanshu’s blurred consciousness gradually cleared, the cold sound of machines ringing in her ears.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the white ceiling, turning her head she could see tubes inserted into the back of her hand and body.
Hospital?
Who had taken her to the hospital?
As her consciousness cleared, the surrounding machines started beeping.
A nurse walked in, saw her open eyes, and widened hers as if seeing a ghost.
Stepping back she exclaimed, “Awake, awake! Patient in bed 0111 has woken up.”
She shouted as she ran away.
Soon, a group of doctors walked in.
Jiang Nanshu’s throat was so dry she couldn’t speak.
She moved her lips, but no one present knew her needs.
Her fingers also hung limply at her sides, lacking even the strength to lift.
She could only wait for the doctors to finish their examination.
Hadn’t they seen a lung cancer patient before?
Why did they seem so incredulous?
The astonishment in their eyes couldn’t be concealed, as if she were some rare specimen.
“Did you notify them?” one doctor asked.
Another doctor responded, “Already notified, they’re on the way.”
“Tsk tsk, truly a medical miracle, to wake up after five years of being in a coma.”
“What is this… have you ever seen a drowned person come back to life with breathing and all… such a bizarre event…”
The doctors gathered together, chattering incessantly and occasionally glancing at her.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t quite understand.
She was thirsty, wanting to drink and speak.
The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.
When Jiang Nanshu saw Lu Qingyan’s frosty brow and eyes, she widened her eyes in panic.
What was happening!