Chapter 2322: Low Spirits

Zhao Desan, however, could no longer care about the surrounding environment. He strode like flying directly into the outpatient building, clarified the location of the emergency room at the first-floor information desk, and then rushed toward the emergency room with an extremely nervous and uneasy heart.

A minute later, Zhao Desan arrived at the floor where the emergency room was located. From afar, he saw Shanzhu pacing back and forth in the corridor in front of the emergency room with a nervous look on his face.

Zhao Desan walked up, patted him on the shoulder, and called out: "Shanzhu!"

Shanzhu was feeling extremely nervous and worried about Zheng Jie's safety. Being patted from behind unexpectedly, he shuddered violently. Turning his head to see it was Zhao Desan, he said with a lingering fear: "Brother Liu, you're here. You scared me to death..."

Zhao Desan asked straight to the point: "Shanzhu, how is sister-in-law?"

Shanzhu shook his head with a sorrowful face and said: "I don't know either. She's still being resuscitated inside the emergency room."

What Zhao Desan found most puzzling was why Zheng Jie would end up in the emergency room. He placed both hands on Shanzhu's shoulders and asked, shaking him: "Shanzhu, what exactly happened? How could sister-in-law end up in the emergency room for resuscitation?"

Shanzhu looked at Zhao Desan with low spirits, looking as if he were about to cry. With a sobbing tone, he said: "I... I was calculating accounts at the counter when sister-in-law came back from outside. She seemed like she had been drinking; her face was red, and she was walking a bit unsteadily. I quickly ran out to help sister-in-law into the store and helped her lie down in the back room behind the counter to rest. Sister-in-law said drunkenly that she wanted to drink water, and I... I went outside to boil hot water for her with the water heater. After the water was boiled, I poured a cup of hot water and brought it in. When I went in, I... I was completely stunned..." As he recounted this, Shanzhu stared blankly at the air in the corridor with empty eyes, looking completely dazed.

Zhao Desan, burning with impatience, poked Shanzhu's arm hard and urged: "Speak quickly! What exactly happened to sister-in-law!"

"I saw... I saw sister-in-law lying on the bed with a cut on her wrist. Red blood was gushing out from the blood vessels in her wrist. I was scared silly at the time. I froze for a moment, then quickly called the hospital." Recalling the situation at the time, Shanzhu still looked terrified, his face deathly pale; he was clearly badly frightened.

Understanding why Zheng Jie had been sent to the hospital for resuscitation, Zhao Desan felt a sense of worry, but at the same time, a greater mystery formed in his mind. In his impression and understanding, Zheng Jie was like a camel thorn growing in the desert—living strongly, bravely, and striving tenaciously. Even when Zhao Da had a car accident and became paralyzed, and she had a daughter only five or six years old, Zheng Jie still hadn't given up on that broken home, choosing instead to work hard alone to maintain the household. She had endured those bitter days; now that she had an economic foundation and a prosperous life, what could have happened to make her do such a thing? Zhao Desan racked his brains, but he just couldn't understand why Zheng Jie would do this. Could it be because of Hu Tao? That shouldn't be possible, right? Because he felt that the reason Zheng Jie accompanied him was largely because Hu Tao had money and could provide what she needed. Could her feelings for Hu Tao be deeper than those for the bedridden Zhao Da? Could they be deeper than those for her daughter in the first grade of elementary school?

While pondering this puzzling question, Zhao Desan paced back and forth in the corridor with Shanzhu, anxiously waiting for Zheng Jie to be wheeled out of the emergency room alive. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan felt an extremely uncomfortable sensation—a feeling that made one almost suffocate. He had always thought he had completely and thoroughly forgotten this unfaithful young woman, but he hadn't expected that when her life was threatened, he would feel so distressed. It was as if the blade hadn't cut Zheng Jie's wrist, but his own heart, making him feel very worried and pained, fearing he might never see this woman he had once loved deeply again. When his mind recalled the carefree little life he had once lived with Zheng Jie and her cute daughter in the rented room, Zhao Desan felt as if his heart were being twisted by a knife. He squatted down at the entrance of the emergency room, holding his head, waiting with Shanzhu, waiting and waiting for the emergency room door to open.

To wait for Zheng Jie to come out, Zhao Desan seemed to have forgotten that he still had to go to work in the afternoon. This wait lasted three or four hours. It wasn't until around four o'clock in the afternoon that the emergency room door finally opened. Seeing the 'fully armed' doctor walk out, Zhao Desan and Shanzhu rushed forward simultaneously. Zhao Desan asked impatiently: "Doctor, how is the patient?"

The doctor took off his mask and said expressionlessly: "The patient has been resuscitated. If you had come a step later, she would have died of shock. Fortunately, she was sent in time, and we transfused blood promptly, so she was saved. However, the patient's body is still very weak; you must be careful not to be too noisy."

After hearing the doctor's words, Zhao Desan finally let out a long sigh of relief, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat was finally put back. He walked into the emergency room and came to the bedside, seeing Zheng Jie lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her wrist wrapped in gauze, and receiving a blood transfusion. When Zhao Desan saw Zheng Jie's face, he was suddenly stunned, because he saw several deep fingernail marks on Zheng Jie's originally beautiful and moving face. The scabs were brownish-red, and it was clear at a glance that they had been scratched in the last two days.

Seeing Zheng Jie's disfigured face, Zhao Desan turned his head and asked Shanzhu: "Shanzhu, what's wrong with sister-in-law's face?"

Shanzhu said evasively: "I... I don't know either."

Looking at Shanzhu's shifty appearance, Zhao Desan knew this guy wasn't telling the truth. He stared at him with a stern gaze and asked fiercely: "Shanzhu, are you going to tell me or not?"

Seeing Zhao Desan's fierce appearance, pressured by him, Shanzhu finally said stutteringly: "Yesterday... yesterday sister-in-law was at the store calculating this month's accounts when two small cars stopped at the entrance. Four or five men in black suits came in saying they wanted to buy building materials. Sister-in-law talked to them. They asked sister-in-law to give them a discount. Sister-in-law had already given them a very low price, but they still weren't satisfied. Later, both sister-in-law and I realized they were looking for trouble, so we didn't want to do this business. Sister-in-law told them to leave. One of the men slapped sister-in-law in the face and cursed very filthily, saying, 'Today I'm going to teach you, this stinking bitch who seduces other people's men, a good lesson!' Sister-in-law was enraged and got into a scuffle with them. When I saw the situation was wrong, I rushed up to break up the fight, but I was pinned to the side by three or four men. Then a woman with very fair skin walked into the store and slapped sister-in-law in the face. While hitting sister-in-law, she cursed, using very ugly words, and even used her fingernails to scratch sister-in-law's face. When they finished beating sister-in-law and were about to leave, they left a harsh threat, saying that if she dared to call the police, they would..."

"Shanzhu! Stop talking!" Zheng Jie, lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, and shouted at Shanzhu, stopping him from continuing.

Seeing this, Shanzhu closed his mouth.

Hearing Shanzhu explain the ins and outs of the scars on Zheng Jie's face, Zhao Desan understood in his heart. According to Shanzhu's description, the scratches on Zheng Jie's face were done by Hu Tao's wife. Looking at the five or six long scars on Zheng Jie's face, it was clearly an attempt to disfigure her. That woman was truly ruthless! Zhao Desan thought this and couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing Zheng Jie wake up, her teary-eyed, pale, and haggard appearance made Zhao Desan feel uncomfortable as well. He sat down beside her and said with concern: "Sister-in-law, you're awake."

Zheng Jie had drunk some alcohol at noon and had gathered the courage to cut her wrist with a razor blade, never expecting she would still be alive, let alone that the person she would see upon waking up after being resuscitated would be Zhao Desan. His every word and action moved her so much, especially at this moment, having come back from the dead, seeing Zhao Desan again, a warm current surged in her heart. At the same time, she felt full of guilt toward Zhao Desan. The crystal-clear tears in her eyes welled up and flowed slowly down her temples. She cried with grievance: "Why did you come? I treated you like that, why do you still care about me!"

At this moment, Zhao Desan fully displayed his selfless side. He comforted the emotionally volatile Zheng Jie and said to her gently: "Little sister-in-law, what are you saying! If I don't care about you, who will? Tell me, how could you be so foolish to do such a stupid thing!"

Zheng Jie cried and said: "I don't need you to care. Go away. I don't want you to care about me. I'm not qualified for you to treat me this well!"

Seeing that Zheng Jie was emotionally volatile after such an incident, Zhao Desan could only try to say some sweet words to comfort her. In front of Shanzhu, he, a grown man, really couldn't bring himself to say those teeth-aching words, so he turned his head and said to Shanzhu, who was standing to the side: "Shanzhu, since sister-in-law is fine now, you go back to the store first. Leaving it to me here is enough." ===== CHAPTER 2323 =====