Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 60

In the early morning, the lights were off in the ward, the beds were obscured by the dense curtains, and only the instruments flickered in the dim light. The liquid in the infusion bottle dripped down drop by drop, and the heartbeat monitor ticked regularly. Suddenly there was a barely audible moan from inside the curtain.

Jiang Ting immediately opened his eyes, rolled over, and got out of bed.

Sure enough, Yan Xie's anaesthetic had worn off, and the first wave of pain came quietly in the middle of the night while he was half awake, causing him to toss and turn in a trance. The beads of sweat slid down along the sideburns to the pillow, and he kept scratching at the crumpled sheets.

Jiang Ting immediately rang the bell. The chief specialist was on duty tonight in order to take care of Yan Xie. He personally brought the nurse over to check his physical condition, and nodded, "Heartbeat, blood pressure, and the general condition are all good, and postoperative pain is also normal. It's all because this young man is too strong. The family must watch him carefully, and not let him roll over and press the wound."

Jiang Ting saw that Yan Xie's brows were furrowed tightly, his face and neck were soaked with sweat, and he couldn't stop moaning. So he asked, "Can you give him a painkiller?"

Before the director could speak, the newly arrived nurse suddenly said, "Are the policemen in the provincial capital still afraid of pain?"

Jiang Ting said, "Police officers are also human beings. How can they not be afraid of pain?"

The director glared at the nurse, and immediately urged her to go down to get the painkiller, then he gave Yan Xie a shot himself. After a while, Yan Xie calmed down, and the hand that was holding the sheet loosened; he even let out a uniform and calm breathing sound.

"The first night after the operation will always be difficult. Family members should pay attention to the situation at any time. If you have any questions, please ring the bell immediately..." The director explained several precautions in detail and then left the ward with the nurse.

Jiang Ting returned to the hospital bed, but his sleepiness completely disappeared.

Yan Xie's situation seemed to be much more stable, and his face was not as yellow and blue as before, but the cold sweat from the pain had not completely faded away. Jiang Ting stared at it for a while, then he suddenly remembered something, got up and twisted a hot towel. He carefully wiped off the sweat on his forehead, cheeks, and neck.

But just as the towel touched the neck, Jiang Ting stopped moving--his hand was suddenly caught by Yan Xie.

"....." Yan Xie opened his eyes, his vision was still very blurry, and his lips moved a few times: "...Jiang..."

"Shh," Jiang Ting wanted to pull out his hand, "It's late, don't talk."

But when he tried to pull his hand, he couldn't break free. Yan Xie stared at Jiang Ting in front of him, his eyes gradually became brighter, and he seemed to be soberer than before the painkiller was injected: "Why are you...here..."

Jiang Ting didn't answer the question, he just pulled back his hand: "Sleep for a while, don't you feel pain?"

"You...are you here to take care of me?"

In the middle of the night, the ward was very quiet, and Jiang Ting didn't make a sound.

A faint smile appeared in Yan Xie's eyes, and he said, "But I'm in so much pain that I can't sleep."

Jiang Ting said in his heart: Really, the painkiller shot just now probably hit the dog.

"Give me your hand... it won't hurt if you give it to me."