Chapter 154: Chapter 151: Mr. Jin Has Passed Away
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes slightly narrowed, he pursed his lips and answered the phone.
"Miss Jin, please come to the hospital immediately." The doctor’s voice was heavy, carrying a certain implication.
Jin Jumo’s phone was on speaker, so naturally, Jin Jumo also heard the doctor’s words.
Her mind went blank, Jin Jumo parted her lips slightly, but at this moment not a single tear could fall.
Rong Mochen heard the doctor’s words, and his heart sank heavily, his pupils tightened as he looked at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo’s hands trembled as they clasped together. Seeing Rong Mochen looking at her, she forced a natural smile on her pale face, "Why are you looking at me like that? Maybe Grandpa suddenly missed me and wants to see me."
"..."
Before this, Rong Mochen did not believe in any connections between people, but at this moment, he couldn’t help but believe.
Rong Mochen escorted Jin Jumo to the hospital room. The chief doctor and several nurses, including Xiao Yao, stood at the door. Xiao Yao covered her mouth, crying, while the others looked at Jin Jumo with pity.
It felt like a breath was stuck in her throat. Jin Jumo suppressed it strongly and walked in casually, smiling at the chief doctor, "Why are you here too?"
Although Jin Jumo was smiling, her face was pale as a ghost.
The chief doctor couldn’t bear to look, "Miss Jin, please take care."
"..." Jin Jumo still smiled.
The chief doctor bit his lip, "Miss Jin, I did my best. Mr. Jin passed away at 3:30 in the morning due to unsuccessful resuscitation. Miss Jin, please accept my condolences."
"..." There was no change in Jin Jumo’s expression, but the emotions in her eyes were gradually collapsing.
"Wha..." Xiao Yao couldn’t hold back any longer upon seeing Jin Jumo’s state, covered her mouth, and burst into tears, stepping forward to hold Jin Jumo’s hand, "Ju Mo, I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of Grandpa Jin."
"You, you don’t, don’t talk." Jin Jumo withdrew her hand, touched her own head, and bit down on her hand.
Her crimson eyes nervously flitted back and forth, though she was on the brink of collapse, she was still trying to hold back.
"Woo woo..." Xiao Yao couldn’t bear to watch anymore, she covered her mouth and ran away crying, unable to stay any longer.
The chief doctor saw that Jin Jumo had bitten her hand until it was bleeding, the blood dripping down her teeth and lips, her eyes bloodshot, a terrifying sight.
Worried that her emotional collapse might endanger the fetus, he urgently said, "Miss Jin, calm down... Miss Jin!"
Before the chief doctor could finish his sentence, he saw Jin Jumo suddenly collapse to the ground...
"Little Mo." Rong Mochen swiftly stepped forward, catching Jin Jumo before she hit the floor, holding her in his arms. His cold and composed face showed an uncharacteristic panic.
"Quick, quick, take Miss Jin to the obstetrics department." The chief doctor said as he hurriedly led the way.
Rong Mochen lifted Jin Jumo in his arms; her light, frail weight was even lighter than before, and his heart was pricked with a delicate, persistent pain.
Through the open door, he took a glance at Jin Jiancheng, covered from head to toe with a white cloth. Rong Mochen closed his eyes heavily, carrying Jin Jumo towards the obstetrics department.
Jin Jumo fainted and slept for four whole days. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was a blinding white, giving her the illusion of being in another world.
Her throat dry and sore, Jin Jumo slowly blinked her long, thick lashes and turned her head slightly, seeing Jian Liangtong holding her hand, lying beside her.
Jin Jumo was lifeless, her eyes hollow, her mind still adrift.
She gently tried to free her hand held by Jian Liangtong, but whether due to her weak strength or the strong grip, she couldn’t pull it away.
Jin Jumo’s fingertips trembled as she looked at Jian Liangtong, her voice hoarse and weak, "Liang Tong."
"Ju Zi, I’m here." Jian Liangtong almost reflexively jerked up, her face tired, sleepy, but her eyes wide open, staring at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, propped a hand on the bed beneath her, trying to sit up, but her body seemed no longer her own, limp as a cloud without support.
After a few tries, she couldn’t sit up, Jin Jumo’s breathing quickened, her eyebrows tightened, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths.
Jian Liangtong stared blankly at Jin Jumo’s repeated actions, finally realizing she wasn’t dreaming. Her eyes reddened with joy, she bit her lower lip, hurriedly getting up to help her sit and raised the bed.
Jin Jumo leaned back on the hospital bed, her eyes like peach blossoms suddenly losing their energy and color, dull and lifeless.
Jian Liangtong couldn’t help but cry, sitting beside her, wrapping an arm lightly around her shoulder, letting her lean against her, her voice shaky despite her restraint, "Ju Zi, I’m here."
Upon hearing Jian Liangtong’s words, Jin Jumo’s whole body shivered violently, her lowered eyes snapped open, and she asked urgently, "Where is Grandpa?"
Tears streamed uncontrollably from Jian Liangtong’s eyes, like crystalline jade beads rolling out, as she looked at her deep red eyes, unable to utter a single word.
Jin Jumo pursed her lips heavily, brushed off Jian Liangtong, and clumsily, with her heavy body, started to crawl off the bed.
Jian Liangtong cried out, reaching out to hold her, dragging with a sobbing voice, "Ju Zi, don’t do this, Grandpa Jin, Grandpa Jin"
"I want to see Grandpa, I want to see him, I want to, hmm"
Suddenly, a wave of intense pain wracked her abdomen, and Jin Jumo furrowed her brow in agony, her body instantly collapsing onto the bed, one hand clutching her stomach, the pain draining every ounce of her strength.
"Ju Zi, Ju Zi, are you okay? The doctor said you’re too emotional and it disturbed the fetus, you almost had a massive hemorrhage. You just woke up, you mustn’t get agitated, or else the children will be in danger." Jian Liangtong was almost crying as she persuaded her.
"Ah" Jin Jumo was in so much pain, her slender white fingers tightly gripping the hospital gown over her belly, her fair forehead soon covered with large beads of sweat.
Perhaps the pain was too evident, Jin Jumo could clearly feel the dizziness brought on by the pain, one hand suddenly clutching the corner of Jian Liangtong’s clothes, her pallid lips opened, word by word she forced out, "Call, call, the doctor, ah"
Jian Liangtong hesitated for a moment, and then almost scrambled to her feet, rushing out of the ward.
But just as she reached the doorway, a force sent her crashing back.
Jian Liangtong landed on the ground with a thud, unable to hold back her emotions, she burst into tears, crying as she tried to crawl up from the floor, running out.
"Little Mo."
Rong Mochen couldn’t pay attention to Jian Liangtong who ran out, his long legs took just a couple of steps to reach Jin Jumo’s side, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, lifting her up.
"It hurts so much." Jin Jumo curled up in his embrace, her whole body trembling into a ball, her forehead, face, and even neck were densely covered with sweat.
She was shaking all over, her five fingers placed on her stomach twisted and tightly grasping the fabric, the strands of hair at her temples were soaked with sweat, sticking messily to her small palm-sized face.
Rong Mochen couldn’t find words to describe his current feelings, a kind of emotion he had never experienced in his previous years, wishing he could take her place, bear this pain for her.
Rong Mochen’s black eyes were slightly moist, his thin lips trembling lightly, as he bowed his head to kiss her nose gently, his voice hoarse, "Be good, hang in there, the doctor is coming soon, Little Mo be good."
"Mm" Jin Jumo struggled to open her heavy eyelids, her teeth biting hard on her lip, one hand suddenly clutching his arm’s coat, "I want, I want to see Grandpa"
Rong Mochen’s spine jolted, his black eyes quickly flickering with emotion, thin and pale lips pressed tight, in silence.
Jin Jumo’s eyes were filled with deep sorrow and despondency, glistening moisture filling her eyes, yet unable to fall.
"Little Mo" Rong Mochen’s thin lips touched her sweat-dampened eyelids, "I’m sorry."
The last two words he uttered very softly, like a breeze swiftly brushing past, uncapturable.
Whether Jin Jumo heard it or not, she bit deeply into his arm as soon as Rong Mochen’s words fell.
"Mr. Rong, Miss Jin really cannot endure any more stress, her current condition is already quite poor, if her emotions are not well controlled, the consequences could be unimaginable." Professor Yang, a senior obstetrician, said to Rong Mochen with a somber expression.
Rong Mochen reached to pinch his brow slightly, asking in a calm voice, "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Professor Yang showed a troubled expression, "Miss Jin has just experienced the loss of a close relative, her grief is overwhelming, and with knots in her heart, I really don’t know how to counsel Miss Jin."
After a pause, Professor Yang suggested, "How about this, motherly love is inherent in every woman. You might try to stimulate Miss Jin’s awareness in this regard. Every mother’s strength is very strong when it comes to protecting her child."
Rong Mochen paused, then gently nodded.
After Professor Yang left, Rong Mochen did not hurry back to the ward, his tall, slender figure stood silently in the corridor, exuding an air of detachment and harshness, deterring anyone from approaching easily.
The ward door behind him slowly opened, Rong Mochen slightly adjusted his expression, turning slightly, his black eyes indifferent and unfeeling, glanced at Jian Liangtong, who looked helpless and red-eyed.
"Mister, Mister Rong"
Jian Liangtong couldn’t help but start sobbing as soon as she opened her mouth, lowering her head, "What do we do now, if Ju Zi finds out, if she finds out she won’t be able to take it, she really won’t be able to."
Rong Mochen’s black eyes deepened, "For now, don’t let her know."
Jian Liangtong was stunned, looking at Rong Mochen’s calm face with tears brimming in her bewildered eyes, "But Ju Zi will find out sooner or later. Plus, the day after tomorrow is Grandpa Jin’s burial day, Grandpa Jin adored Ju Zi the most in his life, if Ju Zi doesn’t attend, Grandpa Jin would be sad if he knew. No one understands more than I do what Grandpa Jin meant to Ju Zi. If Ju Zi finds out we all kept it from her, she would never forgive us in her lifetime."
Rong Mochen imperceptibly frowned, one hand slipping into his pant pocket, gripping the lighter inside, his thumb rubbing it.
At six o’clock the next morning, Jin Jumo awoke, her hands instinctively rubbing her stomach, breathing softly at the round, high protrusion under her palms.
Noticing a strong gaze focused on her face from the side, Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered as she turned to look.