Chapter 55: My Legs Seem Able to Move!
Jian An’s brows knit slightly. His face was deathly pale as his fingers gripped the armrests of the wheelchair in a death grip, his lips pressed tightly together.
A wave of violent pain surged from the base of his thighs. The veins on his forehead pulsed with the strain, and his eyes darted away, trying to focus on anything else as beads of sweat rolled down from his temples.
Soon, the skin around the injection site began to swell and redden, followed by circles of tiny white foam.
The pain transitioned from a sharp sting to a bone-gouging agony that radiated from his thighs to his entire body, eventually transmitting into the central nervous system of his brain.
As the last drop of the liquid was injected, Lu Huaishen’s tensed nerves finally relaxed slightly. He spoke calmly, “Alright, Mr. Jian. How do you feel? Is there anything wrong with your body?”
The air remained silent for several seconds. The other man did not answer him, nor was there any movement; the silence was terrifying.
This lack of response made Lu Huaishen panic. He crouched down and looked up at the youth, patting his cheek gently. He repeated his call, “Mr. Jian? Say something?”
Even then, there was no response. Just as Lu Huaishen stood up to begin emergency treatment, the person in the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse.
“I’m fine… I can endure it…”
Lu Huaishen hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided against giving him painkillers. His expression was more serious and solemn than ever before.
“I cannot rashly give you other medication. It might conflict with the injection you just received, and the consequences would be impossible to estimate. You must hold on.”
Even as an experienced doctor who could diagnose a patient and find the right treatment in the shortest time possible, he found Jian An’s current state incredibly tricky to handle.
Jian An was beyond words now. He could only manage a slight nod. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming, feeling as though it were being torn apart; even breathing was an exercise in agony.
He pressed his hands against his thighs. His clear eyes were bloodshot and filled with exhaustion. His paper-pale face looked weak and lifeless, tinged with a deathly grey.
He closed his eyes, enduring this unbearable torment—the price he had to pay for his own impulsive decision.
Lu Huaishen stood silently beside the youth, his knit brows never relaxing.
Naturally, he was expectant of the drug’s effects.
This was a bottleneck that he, as a pharmacologist, had wanted to break through in countless midnight dreams. Yet, his role as a doctor made him feel a sense of worry and responsibility for Jian An.
He hoped the final result wouldn’t be too bad.
As the saying goes, what you fear most is what happens. Jian An, who had been deathly still, suddenly let out a pained groan and fell heavily from the wheelchair.
He curled into a ball on the floor like a shrimp. His face turned from pale to a bruised purple, and his body shook violently. His forehead struck the marble floor, leaving a faint trace of blood, yet he didn’t make a single sound.
Jian An clutched his lower abdomen as his body began to twitch and convulse. He looked to be in extreme distress, his exquisite features distorted by the pain.
“Mr. Jian!”
Lu Huaishen had anticipated this wretched state to some degree. He leaned down, intending to help the man up, but was stopped by a strained voice.
“Just… let me lie here. It’s better this way.”
After the long, lucid agony came a dual torture of extreme cold and heat, leaving him wishing for death.
For a split second, Jian An truly wondered if he would just die like this and never wake up again.
But it hurt so much… it hurt so much he wanted to cry. His heart was full of grievances with nowhere to go, and all his unknown fears were like storm clouds, pressing down on him until he felt he would suffocate.
When it came to facing tribulations alone, he realized he wasn’t as strong as he had imagined.
His wrists were wrapped in layers of bandages, and there were many unhealed wounds on his body. The fall had caused blood to seep through them once more, creating a shocking sight.
Jian An didn’t dare close his eyes. His gaze drifted past the glass walls toward the skyscrapers outside the window. His eyes were full of terror and despair.
There was also a tiny, microscopic trace of resentment toward his fate.
In his clouded mind, the image of Ji Songting gradually emerged—bitter and complex. The image traveled alongside the Level 12 pain, reaching deep into his heart.
What would that man be doing right now…?
Is he accompanying Shen Chuyan for dinner, shopping, or a movie?
Compared to his own life-or-death struggle, the thought was a cruel irony.
If he couldn’t take it and died, Ji Songting probably wouldn’t feel any sadness at all…
His love for that man truly had to end here.
Watching the person on the floor let out stifled sobs amidst the soul-wrenching torture, Lu Huaishen finally felt a pang of pity. He gently shook Jian An’s weak, thin shoulder.
“Mr. Jian, I’m going to give you a nerve blocker immediately. You cannot keep going like this. This level of pain has exceeded what a human can endure.”
“I… I…”
Jian An reached out with a trembling hand to grab the doctor’s white coat. He shook his head as if he were at death’s door. His lips were cracked and dry, and he could no longer speak coherently. He pleaded in fragments.
“Dr. Lu… don’t… I can’t… give up now… and… cough, cough, cough!“
As he coughed, a metallic taste filled his throat. A trickle of crimson slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down and dripping silently onto the floor.
Seeing this, Lu Huaishen immediately scooped him up in a horizontal carry and placed him gently on the bed. While working to stop the bleeding, he scolded the youth helplessly.
“But you’ll lose your life if you keep this up! There are many ways to recover the use of your legs; why choose such an extreme method? Not even a masochist is as crazy as you!”
After a long while, Jian An finally managed to stabilize his breathing. He stared blankly at the ceiling and said:
“Besides, didn’t you always want to know the drug’s effects? For medical research, if this succeeds, it should bring immense meaning and profit to the medical community, right?”
The corners of his blood-stained mouth twitched slightly as he forced a faint, weary smile before continuing.
“And, for a useless cripple like me to be able to contribute to the field of medicine in my lifetime… even if I die, I think it’s worth it.”
“I am indeed obsessed with drug efficacy—it could even be described as a mania—but I have no desire to be a sinner.”
Lu Huaishen sighed incessantly as he re-bandaged the youth’s arm and forehead. “Even if you successfully stand up, this unrefined drug will have painful side effects on your legs.”
Just as he finished speaking, Jian An’s entire body suddenly stiffened. His limbs grew rigid, his pupils contracted uncontrollably, and the color drained from his face in an instant! He looked exactly like a corpse!
“Hey! Mr. Jian?!”
Lu Huaishen shouted. He immediately grabbed the stethoscope from his neck and tapped Jian An’s chest several times. After confirming that his heartbeat and breathing were normal, he placed his hand on the carotid artery to check. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there were no signs of cardiac arrest.
After a few sharp breaths, Jian An slowly regained consciousness from the bizarre physical change.
Slowly, his legs, which had been paralyzed for days, suddenly regained sensation. He felt a wave of icy coldness on his skin, which was immediately replaced by a normal, warm feeling.
Jian An’s expression shifted from shock to joy. He cautiously moved his knees. His voice was laced with sobs of pure excitement. “Dr. Lu, my legs… I think they have strength! They can move!”
“What? Really?”
Lu Huaishen looked at him in disbelief. He hurried to the foot of the bed and gently pinched Jian An’s calf, gesturing for him to curl his leg. He then took a percussion hammer and tapped the knee joint. The leg gave a normal reflex kick.
“Do you feel anything here?”
Jian An sat up and moved his legs. He pressed his lips together and answered truthfully, “Yes. A bit of pain, and they feel sore.”
Lu Huaishen: “I’ll take you to get an MRI. We need to check the recovery indicators of your thigh muscles.”
“Okay.”
Supported by the doctor, Jian An slowly eased himself off the bed. His feet tentatively stepped onto the floor. Feeling the solid contact of the ground, his anxious heart finally found some peace.
However, the pain continued to pulse through him, leaving him with a pronounced limp as he walked.
“Slow down. No rush.”
“Mhm. Thank you.”
The youth turned his head and gave him a faint smile. It was a very shallow, delicate smile, yet it was as warm as the winter sun. It was the first time Lu Huaishen had seen such a soul-stirring smile. He was momentarily dazed before his own lips curled into a slight smirk.
He suddenly couldn’t understand how a man as cold-blooded as Ji Songting could find the heart to mistreat such a beauty.
Just as the ward door opened, a young man in a suit stood straight at the entrance with a polite smile.
“Mr. Jian, Ji-zong told me to take you back.”
Jian An was clearly caught off guard by this sudden arrival. “Xiao Wang…?”
Xiao Wang walked over to support him by the arm. He nodded politely to Lu Huaishen in thanks, his voice devoid of any major emotion.
“I have already processed your discharge papers.”
Lu Huaishen couldn’t stand it. “Hey! Wait a minute. This man’s body hasn’t even had a few days to recover—he’s still walking with a limp. Your Ji-zong is that eager to have him back?”
Xiao Wang looked at the fragile Jian An beside him and let out a sigh. He said awkwardly, “It is Ji-zong’s intention. As an employee, it’s not my place to ask questions. I only follow orders.”
At this, Jian An remembered Ji Songting saying a few days ago that he would have someone pick him up.
What exactly does that man want?
He would never be able to guess Ji Songting’s thoughts, but he was done with compromising. Returning this time, he was determined to get a divorce and leave the Ji family for good.
At that thought, Jian An’s resolve masked his sorrow. The light in his eyes dimmed as he spoke weakly.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait, take these.”
Lu Huaishen handed him the remaining two doses of the medication. His eyes held a trace of helplessness as he spoke in a low voice.
“I have to go back and draft a report. Mr. Jian… good luck.”
Translator’s Note: For those wondering about the pain levels, Level 12 pain (十二級疼痛) is often compared to the pain of childbirth in Chinese medical descriptions—it’s basically the peak of what the human brain can process. Jian An is so desperate for freedom that he’s willing to endure that just to walk away from his marriage. Also, Dr. Lu Huaishen is definitely a “Mad Scientist” type, isn’t he? He’s interested in the drug, but he’s starting to feel bad for our poor protagonist. Stay for the next chapter!
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