Monitor front.

He Lian sat on a chair, and the female doctor in a white lab coat beside him helped him untie the bandages and gauze on his shoulders, remove the pus from the surgical wound, and then bandage it again.

He Lian's gaze withdrew from the monitor, pulled up the white shirt he had taken off, and buttoned it with one hand.

Female Doctor: "Lory, even if the wound heals, it will affect the weight of your arm."

"I know."

He lowered his eyes, buttoned it, and put his hand on the edge of the table, clasping it lightly.

"How's her body?"

"The rest is nothing, just a low-grade fever," the female doctor said, "I didn't prescribe medicine for her, I just cooled down physically."

She paused, "But I heard Yuanyuan say that she is on a hunger strike now, and her body is very weak now and needs nourishment."

He Lian hooked his lips coldly, "Hunger strike?"

When Ah Sheng came to report to He Lian later, it was also these two words.

"Miss Jiang doesn't eat, and she rarely drinks water." Ah Sheng asked, "Do you want to continue to inject nutrient solution?"

He Lian: "No."

Ah Sheng: "Then Miss Jiang's body is afraid that it won't last long."

"What you know, she doesn't know?" He Lian asked rhetorically.

Ah Sheng was stunned.

She quickly understood.

She turned and walked out, "What if Miss Jiang is bent on death."

He Lian smiled this time.

Since he was shot, his face has been worse than before, there is no blood at all, and his lips are bloodless.

He Lian said, "If she wants to die, let her die."

He knows Jiang Jianing.

She won't die.

At the very least, she wouldn't allow herself to die on a hunger strike.

Jiang Jianing learned from Yuanyuan's mouth that it had been more than a week since the ship exploded.

She was on the boat, and she fell asleep, and she woke up and fell asleep again.

All the way to the country of arrival.

She didn't have a cell phone, not even in her room, not even a TV.

The room was like a cage that trapped her.

The people she sees every day are only Yuanyuan.

Even Ah Sheng hadn't been here since the first day she woke up.

She Liang Xu only drank a little water for two days, she lay in bed every day, opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, looking out the window.

She had nausea several times, ran to the bathroom to throw up, her stomach was empty, and all that came out was sour water.

She propped herself up on the washstand, raised her hand to wipe the stain on the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and stared at the high-definition glass mirror embedded above the washstand.

Her hair was messy and tied back her head, her face was frighteningly pale, and her eyes were sunken and blue.

She didn't seem to know herself anymore.

Her fingers were clung to the edge of the washstand, her nails almost snapped off.

This action used all her strength, and her shoulders led her whole body to tremble violently.

She couldn't allow herself to go on like this.

A hunger strike is only for those who care about her.

But now around her, no one cares about her life or death, and she will only hurt herself in this way.

She still has to live, and she still has to go to see Xue Rin'an.

Jiang Jianing took a few deep breaths, spit out the turbid air from her chest, lowered her head and washed her face, she even combed her long hair with a comb, and neatly tied a low ponytail on the back of her head.

At noon, Yuanyuan brought over the boiled soup, and she began to eat.

First, eat a little liquid food to let your stomach get used to it.

Yuan Yuan jumped up happily, "Sister, you're finally willing to eat."

Jiang Jianing looked at Yuanyuan.

The smile in this little girl's eyes was sincere

doesn't hide it, it's really distressing that she doesn't eat every day.

It's just that Yuanyuan's knowledge is very shallow, and he doesn't know many of the questions Jiang Jianing asked.

She was now desperate to know the outside world.

She wanted to know if Xue Weiting's operation was successful.

She wanted to know whether the existence of Nan Nan would play the role of a witness.

Even, she wanted to know more about Xue Rin'an's situation.

She closed her eyes now, and it was all the scene of Xue Rin'an falling from the ship.

He'll be fine.

There is Wu Kai here, and there are a few mercenaries.

It's going to be fine.

The more Jiang Jianing felt anxious, the more restless she became, but for two days in a row, no one came to see her.

She couldn't see anyone but Yuanyuan.

It was as if she had been forgotten in this corner.

Jiang Jianing thought of a way.

One night, after eating, she smashed all the chopsticks and water glasses on the table to the ground.

She was furious, and Yuanyuan on the side was so frightened that she didn't dare to pit, so she just stood aside and didn't move.

"Call someone! Get out of here!"

Yuanyuan whispered, "Sister, don't be angry, you ...... You can rest for a while......

She turned and walked out.

Jiang Jianing dropped everything in the room that could be dropped.

The movement she deliberately created was to want people to come over.

Especially He Lian.

After a while, Yuanyuan came in to clean, "Sister, don't be angry, if it's because I didn't do well, you can tell me."

Jiang Jianing did not speak.

Her eyes looked cold.

She knew that it wasn't Yuanyuan's fault, maybe this little girl was here, and she had to suffer, but she didn't want to sympathize with anyone now.

In the dead of night, the door opened silently from the outside.

Jiang Jianing looked towards the door.

She didn't turn off the lights.

The room was lit with orange lights, shining on the white gauze tent, creating a layer of rippling orange-pink.

Jiang Jianing pursed her lips.

She clutched the sheets under her.

As soon as He Lian walked in, he could feel Jiang Jianing's nervousness.

He brought the door, "You're nervous."

Jiang Jianing knew that she was making such a fuss now that she was calling He Lian.

She wanted to see him.

He's the culprit who brought her here, and the only one who can let her go.

She knew there was no hope, but she still had to give it a try.

Looking at it this way, He Lian was neatly dressed and walked as usual, and there was no sign of being shot and injured at all.

He Lian is well aware of mental memory.

Even if she suppressed it, it would be impossible to completely eliminate it.

When He Lian stood in front of her, what she brought was infinite oppression.

He pulled a chair and sat down.

"Tell me what you called me for."

Jiang Jianing took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"He Lian, let me go."

He Lian smiled.

In fact, at the beginning, he did not have a strong obsession with Jiang Jianing.

Maybe it's because ...... Over time, he created this psychological shackle and suggestion on himself.

When he got on the ship, he was going to return home.

The bomb on the ship, he knew about it in advance.

At that time, there will be chaos everywhere on the ship, and they will only care about escaping, so he took the opportunity to borrow Old Ron's hand and replace Jiang Jianing.

He Lian looked at Jiang Jianing and suddenly leaned forward.

Jiang Jianing instinctively leaned back, and the nerves in his body instantly tightened.