Chapter 125: Breathing Stopped
The scenic area person responsible suddenly exclaimed: “I see it! I see the shadow, it’s really a person.”
Jiang Ning walked to the cable car window and looked into the distance ahead. Although she couldn’t see clearly, there was a bulge there, which should be Jiang Yan.
The scenic area person responsible clasped his hands together: “May all the bodhisattvas bless us, please don’t let anything happen! Our scenic area needs to open normally tomorrow, don’t scare us.”
The cable car stopped, the door opened, and Jiang Ning rushed out first, with Xie Jingyan following closely behind. Even though Jiang Ning was wearing a raincoat, he still held an umbrella over her head.
The scenic area person responsible went to turn on the strong lights at the top of the cable car ropeway, and the situation became clear in an instant.
The dark green tent was spread out, with a bulge in it, covered entirely with rainwater that hadn’t flowed off.
Jiang Ning went to lift the tent, which had already pooled into a small pit of water.
Jiang Yan had his eyes tightly closed, his facial expression deathly pale as he lay underneath, his whole body already stiff.
“Jiang Yan!” Jiang Ning shook him.
She reached out to check his breathing, but it had stopped.
She hurriedly went to support Jiang Yan’s body.
Tilting her head back, her eyes reddening as she looked at Xie Jingyan: “Quick, help me carry him onto the cable car. He can still be saved, he definitely can.”
Xie Jingyan handed the umbrella to Jiang Ning: “Hold this, I’ll carry him on my back.”
He touched Jiang Yan’s hand, which was ice cold, seemingly colder than the night rain, and it felt heavy on his back.
The scenic area person responsible hurriedly led the way: “The ambulance is at the foot of the mountain, we need to hurry.”
Two police stayed here and didn’t leave, because the cable car had exceeded its capacity, and just now Jiang Ning had said that another group of people had come down from the mountain top by cable car. They needed to investigate whether the boy hadn’t been brought along because there were too many people or for some other reason. If it was serious, they might classify it as “intentional murder,” which was illegal.
Jiang Yan lay flat in the cable car, and Jiang Ning knelt beside him, using her hands to remove his soaked clothes.
Seeing her flustered, Xie Jingyan helped: “I’ll take off his clothes, you go get the first aid supplies.”
Jiang Ning turned around, opened the backpack on her back, took out a thermal blanket and gave it to Xie Jingyan to help wrap it tightly against Jiang Yan’s skin, then took out clean, thick clothes for Jiang Yan to wear.
Then she rubbed his ice-cold fingers with her hands, pried open his eyelids to check his eyes, then pressed on his chest, performing the simplest cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
“Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan, can you hear me? I’ll take you home, don’t be afraid. When you’re better, I’ll go with you to the mountain top to watch meteors, okay?” Jiang Ning spoke while pressing on his chest.
Trying to make him regain some consciousness.
Had she still come too late?
Was Jiang Yan destined to die?
Jiang Ning gritted her teeth, her heart full of unwillingness.
From the mountain top to the foot of the mountain, a ten-minute cable car ride—Jiang Ning didn’t dare stop for a moment, sweat slid from her forehead into her eyes, stinging sourly, but she didn’t dare wipe it.
Medical staff were already waiting in place.
Seeing the cable car come down, they quickly lifted Jiang Yan onto a stretcher, toward the ambulance. The accompanying nurse said: “Patient’s family, follow us.”
Jiang Ning took two steps, then seemed to remember something, turned back and pulled Xie Jingyan’s hand: “Let’s go together.”
Xie Jingyan didn’t resist and ran along with Jiang Ning’s pull.
Was it his illusion?
Tonight’s Jiang Ning seemed especially clingy to him; the two were almost inseparable.
After getting in the car, the ambulance sped toward the nearest hospital to Phoenix Mountain.
Jiang Yan was in the car, with a doctor performing more professional emergency treatment on him.
Jiang Ning hung her head, somewhat distracted, her two hands twisting together, looking very restless.
Xie Jingyan turned his head, his gaze on her.
Jiang Ning’s face was washed clean by the rain, her hair tips still dripping, but she was oblivious.
He sighed softly in his heart, took dry tissue from his pocket, and wiped the water droplets from her hair tips: “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
Jiang Ning turned her head, her cheek brushing his fingertip, leaving a trace of warmth.
His eyes were very dark, like ink splashed, bottomless.
Jiang Ning reached out to take it, giving him a faint smile: “Thank you, can you stay with me a little longer? Until we confirm Jiang Yan’s condition, then I’ll send you back.”
Xie Jingyan’s heart skipped heavily because of Jiang Ning’s words.
An indescribable emotion crept up densely.
When she said that, she was like a kitten craving companionship, very lonely and helpless, and he seemed to be needed by her too.
Suppressing his emotion, he placed his hand on his thigh and responded indifferently: “Okay.”
At 1:40, Jiang Yan was sent into the operating room.
Jiang Ning looked at the red light, sitting on a chair in the quiet corridor.
“You sleep for a bit, I’ll call you when the doctor comes out.” Xie Jingyan sat next to Jiang Ning; the two had been bustling like tops for several hours.
Jiang Ning shook her head: “I’m not sleepy.”
Xie Jingyan: “Alright, I’m sleepy, I’ll sleep first.”
The next instant, Jiang Ning’s shoulder sank, a fluffy head resting against her neck.
He yawned, his speech a bit slurred: “Lend me your shoulder for a bit. At this hour, I should be lying comfortably in bed, I’m exhausted.”
Jiang Ning: “…”
She stiffened her back until shallow breathing sounds came from beside her ear.
She: “…”
How could he fall asleep in this environment!
He really had a big heart!
She was a bit speechless but softly agreed: “Okay, sleep.”
She’d temporarily be his pillow this time; no such treatment next time.
Jiang Ning leaned her head against the wall behind, Xie Jingyan seemed a bit cold and kept nestling toward her, soon sticking to her, absorbing the warmth from her body.
Jiang Ning shifted again and again, realizing she was about to slide off the edge, while Xie Jingyan seemed to already be fast asleep.
Jiang Ning sat at the very edge, speechlessly turning her head to glance at Xie Jingyan. From her angle, she could only see his high nose bridge and pale thin lips.
Seeing no sign of him waking, Jiang Ning helplessly stared at the ceiling, muttering under her breath: “With your sleeping posture, you still want to sleep with me. I’ll thank the heavens if I don’t kick you off the bed.”
In the corner Jiang Ning couldn’t see, Xie Jingyan’s lips curved up in amusement.
So cute.
His hand was also a bit cold, so he slipped it into her pocket to warm up.
Jiang Ning: “…”
She glanced again, still not awake.
She warned verbally: “Don’t go too far, sticking to me isn’t enough, now you want to occupy my pocket too.”
What responded was long, steady breathing.
Jiang Ning: “…”
“Forget it, too lazy to argue with you.”
She said softly, her eyelids also growing heavy.
Her head bobbed up and down, finally unable to resist the sleepiness, and fell asleep.
Ten minutes later, Xie Jingyan opened his eyes.
The operating room light was still on; Jiang Ning must really be exhausted.
She was snoring softly.
Xie Jingyan sat up straight, rubbed his eyes—in this environment, he really couldn’t sleep; his intention had just been to let Jiang Ning rest.
He turned his head; Jiang Ning’s head was leaning on the chair, tilted toward his side.
Those rosy lips were particularly striking.
