You cannot die if you die, but you must suffer the sin of living.
Jiang Jiahao's last memory was of lying in a warm embrace, which was fragrant, soft and safe.
When he woke up again, he had become a "mummy" and was lying in the St. John's ambulance center, being monitored by horse boys and police in shifts.
Among them was Jiang Zhitao, who had just made great achievements.
"I'm planning to hold a memorial service for you, but why are you still alive?"
Beside the hospital bed, Jiang Zhitao was peeling an apple with a dagger. Seeing Jiang Jiahao regaining consciousness, he handed it to him with a smile.
"You really want me to die??"
Jiang Jiahao's whole body was wrapped in bandages. It was difficult for him to open his mouth and speak, so he had to hum.
He stared at the apple that was brought to his mouth. Just as he was about to take a bite, he saw Jiang Zhitao taking the apple back again.
"I'm just letting you smell it, I won't give you anything to eat, don't worry."
Jiang Zhitao took a big bite of the apple, juice splashed everywhere, and his expression looked like he wanted to be beaten. Jiang Jiahao really wanted to spit toilet water on his face.
In fact, Jiang Jiahao did this, but the cost was that the saliva hung on the gauze on his chest without spitting it out, causing the female nurse to chatter endlessly.
"Where's Mu Wanrou, are you okay?"
"I was slightly frightened and am recovering."
"When she left, she wanted to thank you, but you were unconscious at that time."
"As long as she's fine, how long have I been unconscious?"
"A week or so. When you first arrived at the treatment center, your back was smashed, and everyone concluded that you wouldn't survive that night."
"I guess hell is full and kicked you back. When you get better, remember to go to Lord Jesus and burn incense."
"Well, I must go. When the time comes, I beg Jesus to take you away first."
Jiang Jiahao rolled his eyes when he heard this, and suddenly his eyes narrowed and his voice became a little more gloomy.
"Is Huang Yi dead?"
"He ran away. This man was as slippery as a loach. When I led people to the shore, he had already jumped into the sea."
"I ran away... How long did the doctor say it would take for me to be discharged from the hospital?"
"I'm not sure. If it feels better, I'll leave the hospital. If it doesn't, I'll continue living there. Are you in an emergency?"
Jiang Zhitao picked up an orange and fed the orange segment to Jiang Jiahao's mouth. He was not joking this time.
"Huang Yi ran away and I was lying here. It would be easy for him to kill me."
"What's going on with those horse boys and police outside? Are they here to protect me?"
Jiang Jiahao chewed the orange segment and glanced at the group of people outside the ward with a hint of curiosity.
"The police are going to arrest you and take you back to take notes. I'm here, so there's no need for them."
"They will stay here until you are discharged. No one is allowed to enter this room except your attending physician and full-time nurse."
"Ma Zai is from Zihuatan. Xiao Ma was afraid that you would be in danger in the hospital, so he specially left his manpower behind."
"I've been waiting for you to die these days. Now that you're awake, I won't stay and go back to catch up on my sleep."
"If you need anything, call the note on the door and they will contact me."
Jiang Zhitao pinched Jiang Jiahao's thigh, which made Jiang Jiahao's mouth twitch in pain.
"Jiang Zhitao, how can you bully a patient? If you have the ability, you can bully Sister Fang!"
Jiang Jiahao was yelling, and suddenly thought of an extremely serious problem, and glared at Jiang Zhitao.
"Don't leave, where is my money?"
"Also, you have to help me find the Stevens shotgun. It's a treasure. I want to keep it for future generations!"
"Don't think about money or anything like that. If someone finds it, they will put it in their own pocket. There's no way they can get it back."
"The Stevens shotgun, wait until I have time to go back to the police station and see if the evidence department has it on file. If so, I will bring it back for you."
"Ah Hao, thanks to you this time, I will probably be promoted to a higher level. Thank you."
As Jiang Zhitao was about to leave, the ward door was pushed open, and a policeman wearing a hat said to Jiang Zhitao: "Brother Tao, someone is looking for him outside the door. He must come in."
Jiang Jiahao was stunned and quickly asked: "What is it called?"
The policeman in the hat said nothing. He first looked at Jiang Zhitao, and after receiving instructions, he said to Jiang Jiahao: "Three men and one woman, Buck Tooth Su, Ruan Wenjie, Huang Meng'ang, and Jiang Qiwen."
Jiang Jiahao fell into silence after hearing this and glanced at Jiang Zhitao: "Let Jiang Qiwen come in."
Jiang Zhitao watched the policeman wearing a hat leave, glanced at Jiang Jiahao with a strange expression, and asked, "Would you rather believe a Sister Lou than Buck Teeth Su and the others?"
Jiang Jiahao didn't say anything. After a moment, Jiang Qiwen entered the ward with red eyes, threw herself to the bedside, and looked at Jiang Jiahao.
Jiang Zhitao wisely left the ward, leaving space for Jiang Jiahao and Jiang Qiwen.
"Ah Hao, are you okay?"
Jiang Qiwen gently stroked Jiang Jiahao's cheek, her voice full of sobs.
"How's it going at home?"
Jiang Jiahao forced a smile, raised his gauze-wrapped arm, and patted her head, which made Jiang Qiwen burst into tears and smile.
"Everything is normal. Everyone is worried about you, but people outside don't let us in at all."
"Tell Buck Yasu that while I'm in the hospital, everything is going as usual in Zihuatan."
"You must have watched the safe for me. Every money coming in must be accounted for clearly."
"I'm not leaving. Zhang Cuilan is at home. I'll stay here to take care of you."
Jiang Qiwen originally thought that Jiang Jiahao asked her to come in to stay and take care of his daily life, and she was a little happy.
But when he heard Jiang Jiahao wanted to push her away, he immediately stopped, his head shaking like a rattle.
"Be obedient and go back and do your duty as an official."
"Oh yes, have someone send me some manuscript paper and pencils as soon as possible, otherwise I will be bored staying here."
Jiang Qiwen did not speak, but kept shaking her head. Jiang Jiahao glared at her and left with an aggrieved face.
After touching the pistol left by Jiang Zhitao under the pillow, Jiang Jiahao took a deep breath and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Jiahao's abnormal resilience allowed him to jump around without any scruples, astonishing the attending physician and dedicated nurse.
Jiang Jiahao wanted to be discharged from the hospital, but was ruthlessly rejected on the grounds that his injuries were serious and he must continue to be hospitalized for observation.
The ward has a space of more than 20 square meters at most. In this era without TVs or computers, we have to face blank walls for a long time.
For Jiang Jiahao, who is out of touch by nature, this is a torture that is worse than death.
Writing novels silently may be a good way to kill time, but writing silently every day is no longer a pastime, it is torture.
On the tenth day, Jiang Jiahao was really unbearable, and a "prison escape" plan in his mind had quietly taken shape.
When it was late at night, he would open the fourth-floor window and break the wire fence outside.
Then he climbed down the outer wall, and finally successfully escaped from the "cage" and escaped.
Near noon, Jiang Jiahao stopped writing novels silently and waited hard for the nurse to deliver lunch, but he received an unexpected guest.
Mu Wanrou came to visit the patient, bringing fruits and supplements. Even though she came to express her gratitude, she still looked like a proud snow lotus, making people unwilling to look away.
"I'm flattered that Miss Mu can condescend to come to the hospital and visit me, a little bastard. Please sit down."
"You little bastard, you can't speak perfect English, but you won the roulette wheel five times in a row."
"Jiang Jiahao, I'm here to say thank you this time. Thank you for saving my life regardless of life or death."
"I, Mu Wanrou, never owe others any favors. How much compensation do you want? Just give me a price."
