Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 213, Sequelae (Second Update)

Fu Fengcheng's pain gradually eased after taking the medicine, and he slowly fell asleep. Leng Sa couldn't help frowning when he saw Fu Fengcheng's left leg, which was wrapped in gauze and seeping blood.

I picked up the medicine bottle and prescription next to me and looked at it carefully. In fact, they were all medicines that relieve pain, reduce inflammation and inhibit infection.

Leng Sa knew that if the bullet in his leg wasn't taken out, the medicine probably wouldn't be of much use. Unless Fu Fengcheng's body is completely adapted to the presence of the bullet, as long as the bullet is still there, the wounds may continue to be re-infected and worsened, and maybe Fu Fengcheng will die.

Actually, it's quite surprising that Fu Fengcheng has been able to live with this bullet for a few months.

"Young madam." The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and Lan Jing came in with a lot of things and followed Xiao Yiran behind her.

Fu Fengcheng lives in a separate ward of the hospital. He is the only patient on the entire top floor of the hospital.

Lan Jing put away the things she brought, and Xiao Yiran walked directly to the hospital bed, frowning at Fu Fengcheng, who was in a drowsy state, "Why did it suddenly become so serious?"

Leng Sa shook his head, "I don't know, the doctor said that the old injury suddenly deteriorated."

Xiao Yiran looked at her, "I have asked the royal father to invite several famous doctors and imperial doctors from the capital to go south."

Leng Sa slightly pulled the corner of her lips and said, "Thank you, Third Prince."

Xiao Yiran waved his hand, if he usually made a few jokes, but looking at Fu Fengcheng's appearance, he couldn't say anything.

I had to sigh lightly and said, "Don't worry, this guy Fu Fengcheng is dead and can't die."

"Well, I think so too."

Fu Fengcheng fell asleep, and Xiao Yiran didn't stay too long and left soon.

Lan Jing looked at Leng Sa and said in a low voice, "Young madam, please rest for a while, I'll watch you."

Leng Sa shook his head, "It's still early, I can't fall asleep, I'll just sit here for a while to rest."

Lan Jing nodded and stepped out slowly.

When Fu Fengcheng woke up, the quiet room was a little dark, and only a lamp was lit by the bedside.

When she turned her head, she saw Leng Sa sitting on the edge of the bed, already leaning on the chair and falling asleep. Under the yellow light, she frowned slightly, as if something was bothering her in her dream.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, the leg injury was still very painful, but it was already within the tolerable range, and it was not as severe and unbearable as the afternoon. Fu Fengcheng was used to this kind of pain a few months ago.

Just remembering how embarrassed he was in front of Leng Sa in the afternoon made him slightly annoyed.

Without waiting for Fu Fengcheng to do anything, Leng Sa had already opened his eyes and sat up, "Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Fu Fengcheng said: "It's okay, Mrs. Hard work."

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was past ten o'clock at night, "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Fu Dashao's ward is a very spacious suite, and for the convenience of taking care of patients nearby, there is a sofa where people can lie down and rest.

Even if not, the hospital bed would be a double bed with more than enough room for two people.

Leng Sa shook his head and said, "I fell asleep after watching something for a while." Picking up the file from the ground that slipped from his hand when he fell asleep, put it on the table, Leng Sa stood up and said, "It's hot outside. I'll have someone bring the porridge, I'll be here tonight, and Xia Wei'an and Yuan Ying will come over tomorrow morning."

It's not that no one else can take care of Young Master Fu, but for the sake of safety, both Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an believe that people who cannot be trusted should not be allowed to approach Fu Fengcheng under such circumstances.

After all, Master Fu was just assassinated a few days ago, so it's hard to say whether those people will take the opportunity to attack in the current situation.

Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said, "Don't be so nervous, I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Leng Sa looked back at him, "Fu Fengcheng, you are a patient now. The doctor has the final say when you will be discharged."

Fu Fengcheng let out a low laugh, "Is there any use in living in the hospital?"

He glanced sideways at the various medicines scattered around the table, Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand and pulled up a bottle and said, "There is no difference between the medicines I used before, or if I can't take it anymore, just go straight Once the leg is amputated, you don't have to worry about these things anymore."

He had a casual smile on his face, but Leng Sa saw deep coldness and anger in his eyes.

This anger is not for her, nor for anyone, and Leng Sa doesn't know who it is against.

Lan Jing, who was staying outside, quickly served a hot porridge.

Leng Sa walked back to the bed with the porridge. Fu Fengcheng had calmed down for a while, as if the trace of anger just now was because Leng Sa had misunderstood.

"Do you need me to feed you?" Leng Sa asked Fu Fengcheng to sit up and put the pillow behind him.

Fu Fengcheng was silent for a while, "I'm sorry ma'am."

"..." He was a patient.

Leng Sa picked up the porridge, picked up the spoon, and patiently fed Master Fu.

Fu Fengcheng obviously didn't expect Leng Sa to actually feed him porridge instead of arguing with him.

I just don't know what I thought of, and my mood worsened when I was eating.

Leng Sa calmly pretended not to see it, Master Fu is so emotional, is it really okay?

After drinking the porridge, Leng Sa packed the bowl and took it out to Lan Jing to tell her to rest early, and returned to the room with a glass of water. Put the water glass on the table, and said softly, "Take your medicine after a while."

Fu Fengcheng picked up the water glass without saying a word and swallowed the medicine. He had taken this medicine for a long time before, and he even knew the amount of medicine.

Leng Sa knew that he was in a bad mood, although he didn't know where he was poking him, but the current situation is unlikely to get better anyway, right?

It's just that Leng Sa is really not a comforting person. She is even a little unsure if she will comfort Fu Fengcheng or make him more angry if she speaks, so she finally decides to shut up.

As a result, the atmosphere in the ward became more and more gloomy. Even if the lights illuminated the ward as bright as day, it could not make people feel the slightest warmth.

Leng Sa thought about it, do you want to find someone with a more lively personality to take care of Fu Fengcheng? But safety is one aspect, and on the other hand... She doubts how many people can liven up in front of Fu Fengcheng.

"If I die, what will Madam do?" Fu Fengcheng suddenly asked.

Leng Sa was startled and looked up at Fu Fengcheng.

"Why do you suddenly remember to ask this question?" After a while, Leng Sa was a little puzzled.

Fu Fengcheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Isn't this a very realistic problem? I do have the possibility of dying at any time, even if I choose... amputation, there is still a high chance of dying. Madam, haven't you considered this? Problems?"

Leng Sa sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, "Have you considered amputation?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, but Leng Sa heard very firmness and determination.

Leng Sa said: "What if you can survive only with amputation?"

Fu Fengcheng sneered and said, "No."

Leng Sa sighed lightly, leaned over and looked at Fu Fengcheng and said, "Fu Fengcheng, you demand too much of yourself, you can't accept that you are not perfect, even if you lose your life for it?"

Fu Fengcheng was silent, and said coldly, "If you die...you will have nothing. Do you want all your plans and your ambitions?"

Fu Fengcheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Leng Sa frowned slightly, worried that he had pressed his left leg and could only support the bed with one hand, "What are you doing?"

Fu Fengcheng's voice was low, "You really don't understand? If I really lost a leg, no one would want me to stand up again."

"Why?" Leng Sa asked.

"Because... people can accept Fu Fengcheng's disability, but they won't accept Fu Fengcheng's disability." Fu Fengcheng whispered close to her ear.

Leng Sa shook his head, "I really can't understand your theory. You don't need to give up so quickly, there may be other ways. But... I hope you can think about it if you really need to make a choice. I know you're not afraid of death, but what do you get when you die? Remaining dignity?"

Fu Fengcheng suddenly stretched out his hand to squeeze her slender neck, but Leng Sa did not fight back this time, because she did not feel the killing intent or danger.

Sure enough, Fu Fengcheng didn't exert any force, and some cool fingers gently slid over her fair and slender neck. Fu Fengcheng approached slowly, his warm breath sprayed on her neck.

Leng Sa wanted to get up uncomfortably, but Fu Fengcheng held her waist with the other hand, "Don't move."

"What are you going to do?" Leng Sa frowned slightly.

Fu Fengcheng snorted and leaned on her shoulder, Leng Sa clearly felt the uncontrollable clenching of his hand on his waist.

"It hurts again? Don't let me call a doctor!"

"Don't move!" Fu Fengcheng said in a deep voice, leaning on his cold shoulder for a long time without saying a word.

Leng Sa maintained this awkward posture and felt that he was about to become stiff, only to hear Fu Fengcheng breathe a sigh of relief, and the strength in his hands also loosened.

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and looked at her, as if a storm was brewing in his deep eyes.

"A few months ago I was going back and forth with this numbness and sudden sharp pain every day, but for me... the worst thing is not this pain, but if you can't feel the pain at all ."

Leng Sa sighed softly, "I understand, but..."

"You don't understand." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her, "Those who haven't lost will never understand."

"Fu Fengcheng." Leng Sa stared at him sternly and said, "If things can be changed, try to change them; if they can't change, accept them calmly. You are not the kind of person who is mentally weak and unable to accept the reality. Without a leg, you can still stomp everyone under your feet. So, why the hell...you risk your life like this?"

At first, there must be a doctor who proposed amputation, because even if Hua Guoshou is found, there is no guarantee that it will be successfully cured, and this injury may deteriorate at any time, and Fu Fengcheng may die once only once.

But neither Governor Fu nor Fengcheng Fu would accept this suggestion.

Fu Fengcheng won the bet last time, what about this time?

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer her question, her eyes slid from her face to her neck casually.

He was leaning there just now, trying to absorb her warmth through the maddening pain.

Fu Fengcheng's hand squeezed her neck again, killing intent in an instant.

Leng Sa's eyes narrowed, and he was about to raise his hand to counter Fu Fengcheng, but he had already relaxed his strength.

He approached Leng Sa's ear and whispered, "Leng Mingyue, if I really want to die. Before I die, remember to run away."

After saying this, Fu Fengcheng let go of his hands and leaned back on the bedside, closed his eyes and rested.

Leng Sa looked at his calm face, but secretly took a deep breath.

Perhaps no one has discovered that there is another sequelae than the leg injury Fu Fengcheng.

PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

It's just that Fu Fengcheng is too smart and too good at covering up, and no one finds something wrong with him at all.

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Term Explanation: PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (from the Internet)

In trauma and stress-related disorders, the clinical symptoms are severe, the prognosis is poor, and there may be a welcome disorder such as brain damage. It refers to the mental stress disorder after an individual is faced with strong mental stress, such as natural disasters, traffic accidents, and relatives' accidents. Concentration camp survivors, natural disaster survivors, and veterans are among those with a higher prevalence, and postwar syndrome is a category of post-traumatic stress disorder.

The specific symptoms of the patient are traumatic re-experience symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and increased vigilance symptoms. It is often accompanied by other symptoms, such as changes in outlook on life and values, dissociative symptoms, changes in interpersonal relationships, and even personality changes, depression, drug abuse and so on.