Chapter 72 – 72 72 You Can’t Like You

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: You Can’t Like You Chapter 72: Chapter 72: You Can’t Like You Su Jinnian personally took Shen Ci through a special passage to get an X-ray, and they found a hollow needle under the tissue of that red mark.

They extracted the needle for analysis, which contained a chemical agent that could damage nerves.

Once such an agent enters the subcutaneous tissue in a large amount at once, it causes immediate swelling and excruciating pain, making the person extremely uncomfortable.

However, if it seeps into the skin slowly through a syringe like this, the pain won’t be very intense and might be ignored.

After twelve hours, even if it’s discovered, it would be too late.

Shen Ci couldn’t help but scoff coldly.

To deal with him, they really devised quite a plot.

But this time, he really owed Meng Chuyue.

If she hadn’t reminded him, he would definitely be at home sleeping right now.

Even if he noticed the swelling after reaching home, because it wasn’t very painful, he wouldn’t take it seriously and would likely wait until tomorrow to go to the hospital.

Even if he went to the hospital, he wouldn’t seek out Su Jinnian.

Other doctors, despite their good medical skills, wouldn’t be as thorough.

Feeling a bit shaken, he asked Su Jinnian, “If more than twelve hours had passed, how badly would the nerves in my leg have been damaged?”

After administering the antidote injection to Shen Ci, Su Jinnian replied with gentle eyes, “Based on the location of the injection and the dosage of the medication, your lower leg would have shrunk by one fifth in size.

You would walk like a person with polio.

But you’re fine now.

In another half hour, you’ll be back to normal.”

Shen Ci took out a cigarette, didn’t light it but placed it in the corner of his mouth, and after pondering for a moment, whispered to Su Jinnian and Long Yue, “I’ve decided to fake a limp, remember to cooperate.”

Su Jinnian gave him a thumbs up with his slender, jade-like hand.

Long Yue was animated with joy, “Ah Ci, your mind really works wonders.”

…

That night, Shen Ci had a dream.

The dream began after he got injured in the morning and returned to his community.

In his dream, he didn’t meet Meng Chuyue and went straight home.

Qin Weilan had gone out to play cards, and he just ate some biscuits and then lay down to sleep.

When he woke in the afternoon, he found his right calf severely swollen, but it wasn’t very painful.

He tried walking a few steps, found the bones were fine, and concluded it wasn’t a fracture.

Upon close inspection of the skin, there was no blackening, confirming no poisoning.

He guessed it was a soft tissue injury, applied some safflower oil which made it feel a bit better, prepared some food, and sat at his desk studying a foreign language until late at night before sleeping.

The next day, he found his leg even more swollen and went to the nearby Fourth Hospital outpatient clinic for a checkup.

The doctor diagnosed it as a soft tissue injury and prescribed some oral medication and a few topical plasters.

By noon, not only had the swelling not subsided, but the pain became unbearable, so he had no choice but to go find Su Jinnian.

Su Jinnian immediately took an X-ray and extracted the needle.

But since more than twelve hours had passed, part of the nerves in his right calf had already died…

Shen Ci woke from his intense despair and fury, finding himself drenched in a cold sweat.

He carefully considered his dream and admitted, if he hadn’t met the “meddlesome” Meng Chuyue today, his right calf would indeed have ended up as it did in his dream…

He leaned against the windowsill, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, and quietly murmured three words, “Meng Chuyue…”

I really want to like you, I really want to pursue you, but…

I can’t.

The next day at noon, when Meng Chuyue came home to cook, she coincidentally met Shen Ci at the door.

She didn’t know that Shen Ci had actually seen her coming from the balcony and had purposely waited there for her.

He pretended to be leaving his house, limping from the pain as he walked out.

Meng Chuyue initially didn’t want to bother with him, but seeing him still in pain, she couldn’t help asking, “Is your leg okay?

What did the doctor say?”

Shen Ci slightly curled his lips into a bitter smile, “I damaged the nerves, the doctor said I need at least two months of rest.”