Chapter 1 Since Zhao Di Could Move

Since Zhao Di's hand slowly regained movement, Jia Wenjun took even better care of her, coming early every morning and leaving in the evening after Zhao Di finished all her IV drips and fell asleep.

After this period of familiarization and adjustment, Jia Wenjun understood Zhao Di's various habits and expressions. Although Zhao Di could currently only blink and move her fingers, Jia Wenjun had, to some extent, achieved "communication" with Zhao Di.

However, apart from making some unconscious, strange noises, Zhao Di still couldn't "speak" with her mouth. The clearer her thoughts became, the more dissatisfied she was with just blinking and moving her fingers. She had a pile of things to say and many things she wanted to do, but now she could only lie in bed, unable even to hold a pen, playing a guessing game with Jia Wenjun. She was extremely anxious.

But Zhao Di also knew that Jia Wenjun was right. She couldn't reveal her current recovery too early. In the eyes of those who wanted her dead, her current helpless state made her like meat on a chopping board, making it too easy to kill her.

She couldn't die. She had finally survived to this point. She wanted to live, and those who harmed her should die!

Seeing Zhao Di's breathing becoming heavier, Jia Wenjun knew she was thinking about those things again. She said calmly, "Don't worry, you will definitely recover. When that time comes, no one will escape. The prerequisite is that you don't expose yourself. It's very dangerous if people see you like this now."

Zhao Di indeed calmed down slowly, quickly returning to her previous state, staring at the ceiling with lifeless, fish-like eyes.

Wu Peng brought in the lunch ordered for Zhao Di from the hospital. Jia Wenjun adjusted the angle of the folding bed and then blew on a spoonful of rice porridge before bringing it to Zhao Di's mouth.

Zhao Di closed her eyes, which was her way of expressing "I don't want to eat."

Jia Wenjun understood but still said, "You have to eat even if you don't want to. In order to stand up and identify those who harmed you sooner, you have to eat something even if you feel like you're going to throw up."

Zhao Di slowly opened her eyes. Zhao Di's gaze was no longer scattered but had a hint of sharpness. She exerted force secretly, sucking the porridge in the spoon with a dull and fierce strength.

Jia Wenjun watched from the side, afraid she would choke, and could only let her eat slowly.

She hoped Zhao Di could recover sooner even more than Zhao Di herself, but haste makes waste. Zhao Di's recovery was improving day by day. She had to pay attention at all times but couldn't let anyone discover anything, which wasn't easy.

After eating for a while, Zhao Di's expression was a little strange, and she blinked at Jia Wenjun.

"One, two, three." Jia Wenjun counted the number of times Zhao Di blinked and the duration of the blinks. "Three long, two short" was the communication method Jia Wenjun had taught Zhao Di, which meant she wanted to go to the bathroom.

"Wu Peng, please excuse us for a moment."

Wu Peng also knew what was happening and turned to say, "I'll go out for a while. I'll leave things here to you. What do you want for lunch?"

"Anything is fine, thank you." Jia Wenjun conveniently pulled open the curtains beside the bed, creating a private space for Zhao Di.

Wu Peng quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It was noon, and the nurses were also taking their break. The corridors were filled with family members walking around, and the smell of food was everywhere.

Today was Saturday, and Wu Peng didn't have to go to the law firm. He had gone to find Jia Wenjun early in the morning and came together. They had also bought breakfast together on the street. Now he was hungry, and he guessed she was hungry too.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked to the corner, where he saw someone pushing an empty food cart coming. He stepped aside and bumped into a nurse coming from the other side.

"Sorry." Wu Peng stumbled and used his hand to steady himself against the corner of the wall, thinking that this nurse was quite strong.

The other party took a few steps back, stood still, but the notebook and documents in her hand scattered on the ground.

The nurse didn't say anything, her other hand curled up at her chest, tightly clutching the two vials of injectable medicine in her hand, and lowered her head to pick them up.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Wu Peng saw that the other party was wearing silicone gloves, thinking that she might be doing some treatment later, so he hurried to help.

Wu Peng quickly picked up the things and handed them to her. His eyes inadvertently swept over the little nurse's feet. The other party was wearing a pair of white cloth shoes, which seemed a little tight, and the veins on the instep of her feet were bulging severely.

Wu Peng looked up at the nurse. The other party was wearing a mask, which covered most of her face, and the eyes that were exposed were wearing colored contact lenses and false eyelashes, which were a bit exaggerated.

The nurse took the documents, nodded at him, and walked away quickly.

Wu Peng rubbed his chest as he walked towards the elevator, thinking that he still felt a little pain from being bumped by that little nurse just now. It seemed that the little nurses here really developed a tough body from moving patients and carrying equipment every day.

Just as he was thinking, he realized that he didn't have his phone. He had to turn around and walk back towards the ward.

As soon as he reached the nurse's station, he heard the head nurse loudly shouting someone's name: "Wang Xijiao! Wang Xijiao!"

"I'm here!" A voice came from behind Wu Peng.

Wu Peng looked back and saw a young nurse holding two vials of injection medicine, jogging past Wu Peng.

"What injection medicine are you holding? What's written on this prescription! Are you blind?" The head nurse scolded.

"Head Nurse, I didn't take the wrong one, look, it's here." The little nurse said aggrievedly as she placed the injection medicine in her hand on the table.

"Then how did this injection medicine end up in Zhao Di's medicine tray? And two injections of acetaminophen were added to the prescription." The head nurse pointed to the words above: "If Zhao Di is injected with this, it's hard to say whether Zhao Di will survive, and then everyone in our entire department will be in trouble!"

"I really don't know, Head Nurse. When I was taking the medicine, the prescription list disappeared when I turned my head. I was just looking for this, who knew it was with you." The little nurse said aggrievedly.

The nurse's station instantly fell silent. Wu Peng had stopped when he heard Zhao Di's name. At this time, his face was gloomy, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. It seemed that Zhao Di's recovery had been discovered.

Obviously, the nurse who was being lectured by the head nurse didn't know where these two medicines came from, and this head nurse had obviously saved Zhao Di's life. If she hadn't been here today or had been negligent, then Zhao Di would have been in great danger today.

He quickly walked towards Zhao Di's ward, hearing the head nurse behind him ask the person next to her: "Who put it in?"

"I remember a nurse went into the dispensing room just now," a nurse beside her said.

"Who? Which one?"

"I don't know, a little unfamiliar, wearing makeup and colored contact lenses."

The head nurse also realized the seriousness of the matter: "You keep those two medicines safe, this is evidence, you must not destroy the evidence, I will call the police first, this thing must be handed over to the police."