The south wind also entered my arms

Chapter 51: Dream or Reality

Rongcheng, AS Group.

Sheng Yuchen sat at the head of the conference table, holding a document in his hand and flipping through it unhurriedly.

He obviously didn't say anything, and he didn't show any expression, but the innate sense of oppression made everyone dare not express their anger, and kept complaining in their hearts.

In the past, such meetings were presided over by Vice President Song.

Vice President Song is strict and strict, but if the work is done beautifully, he is not stingy with praise. More importantly, he will not put on an iceberg face, and meeting with him is not so psychologically stressful.

But today, Vice President Song was ill, so the meeting was presided over by President Sheng himself.

It's fine for Mr. Sheng to preside over it himself. What's more unfortunate is that Manager Nan is not here at this time.

In the whole group, only Manager Nan dared to say a few outrageous words in the meeting of President Sheng, and he would not be looked down upon by President Sheng, which diverted a lot of lethality for them.

Fortunately, Vice President Song is not here, and Manager Nan is not here. The elite executives who are usually one against ten everywhere feel that they are going through a catastrophe.

"Manager Li, come and report the progress of this project." Sheng Yuchen said lightly.

"Okay, Mr. Sheng." Manager Li didn't dare to delay for a second, got up and walked to the projection screen, opened the PPT and began to narrate.

In the middle of the meeting, the door of the meeting room was opened a crack from the outside, and the president's secretary came in. She bent down and whispered in Sheng Yuchen's ear: "President Sheng, Manager Nan was injured in Mount T."

Sheng Yuchen's dull eyes instantly became stern: "What injury?"

"Multiple soft tissue contusions on the body, a slight concussion, the most serious is the lower back - pierced by a sharp weapon, the injury is not minor."

In an instant, the senior executives felt a cold chill rising from their backs, and they trembled uncontrollably, and now they dared not raise their heads to look at the man in the first seat, and even Manager Li stuttered when he spoke. .

The file was put down by him. The seemingly random movement actually intensified the force virtually. There was a slight sound when the folder collided with the glass tabletop. Immediately, the man also got up.

"Manager Li, you will preside over the next meeting, and I will compile a record of the meeting later." After finishing speaking, Sheng Yuchen walked away with his body covered in cold air, leaving everyone in the meeting room looking at each other in dismay.

In the elevator, Sheng Yuchen said in a cold voice, "Book the fastest flight to Mount T."

When the secretary got the news, he booked the ticket and immediately said, "There will be a flight in four or 10 minutes."

The elevator went directly to the underground garage, he walked forward steadily and quickly, and the secretary had to trot to catch up with him.

Suddenly, he asked as if thinking of something: "Who is taking care of her now?"

"Jiang Yan, the only son of the Jiang family in Yucheng, and Lu Shao, the son of the Lu family in the south of the city."

The figure in front of him suddenly froze, and Sheng Yuchen pressed his brows together: "Lu Chengyu?"

"Yes, Mr. Sheng." The secretary reported truthfully, "They signed up for the same mountaineering group. When Miss Nan was in danger, it was Young Master Lu who came to the rescue."

The man was silent, and his steps stopped in place and did not move forward.

In the huge parking lot, it was so quiet that only the rustling of the air conditioner could be heard.

A few minutes later, the secretary couldn't help but said: "Mr. Sheng, it takes 10 minutes to get to the airport from here. If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch the plane."

Sheng Yuchen moved, but suddenly turned around and said, "Don't worry about her."

The secretary was stunned—Mr. Sheng didn't care about Manager Nan? !
***
The south wind hurts badly.

After being rescued from the operating room, she had a persistent high fever, and her mind was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. Even she herself couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or in reality.

Sometimes she goes back to the past, before the great changes five years ago, when she was still Yu Sheng, the Yu Sheng who was loved so much, no need for Yu Sheng who wore fake smiles every day, there were many people around her to protect her, she could not Live carefree like a princess.

Sometimes she returned to reality and saw Lu Chengyu sitting beside her bed. He seemed to be injured too, with a plaster cast on one hand and a cotton swab in the other, moistening her dry skin with water. His lips moved softly and clumsily, and when he met her dazed eyes, he said, "Close your eyes, take a good rest, and take care of your body quickly."

She closed her eyes obediently, but when she opened them again, she went back to the past, there was no Lu Chengyu in front of her at all, everything was her hallucination.

In this way, she wandered between the past and the present, between this dream and that dream, and her body became more and more exhausted. In the end, she couldn't move anymore and passed out completely.

It seemed like a long time had passed, when Nanfeng regained consciousness again, his first reaction was——pain.

A flood of severe pain hit the sky and covered the sky, quickly spreading to her limbs and bones, and she couldn't help moaning in pain.

"Shengsheng, are you awake?"

There was a voice trembling slightly beside his ear, which was filled with surprise and deep worry, making it impossible to tell who it was for a while.

Nanfeng felt a hand moving on her face, as if helping her to brush away the messy hair, but the temperature of the fingertips was a little strange, and so was the breath. She resisted instinctively, and she was startled opened his eyes.

The sky was bright, at first she only felt a vast expanse of whiteness in front of her eyes, but gradually, the scenery became clearer, and she finally saw the appearance of the owner of the hand clearly,
Jiang Yan.

He half-kneeled beside the bed with a tense and happy expression: "Shengsheng, Shengsheng, you finally woke up! Do you know that you have been in a coma for three days and three nights!"

For some reason, the moment Nan Feng saw him clearly, Nan Feng suddenly felt a hole in his heart.

The body didn't give her much time to sort out her thoughts, and there was another wave of painful protests: "It hurts..."

"Hold up, I'll call the doctor right away." Jiang Yan rang the bedside bell a few times, flustered, "Apart from pain, do you feel anything else? Do you remember me?"

Nanfeng was dumbfounded by his words, how could she not know him?

She turned her head slowly to look at him, and at that glance, she was slightly startled.

Different from Lu Chengyu's Qingjun and Sheng Yuchen's handsomeness, Jiang Yan's appearance is more delicate, more like an ancient scholar who recites poems and opposes each other.

He usually pays attention to his appearance and manners, and he is always so clean whenever he sees him, but now he is disheveled, unshaven, with bloodshot eyes, and looks like a down-and-out person. He is the only son of the Jiang family in Yucheng style?
Nan Feng's heart skipped a beat, he was almost certain that he was by her side these few days.

The Lu Chengyu she saw was indeed her hallucination.

"Shengsheng?" Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiang Yan became even more nervous. "The doctor said you had a mild concussion. Don't you really remember me?"

"...Concussion is not amnesia, of course I remember you." Nan Fengdong didn't dare to move, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong with me? Why is it so painful?"

"You are injured." Jiang Yan compared the length, "Your lower back was pierced by such a long branch, and it almost hurt your kidney. Shengsheng, you have rescued it for eight hours."

Nan Feng also felt the location of the pain, and after listening to his description, he couldn't help but said: "Then I was stabbed? Then I can live, I am really lucky."

Jiang Yan was furious: "You still have the mind to joke!"

God knows how frightened he was when he saw her covered in blood and unconscious that day. Although the time has passed, he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it. How could she be so calm? !

"Okay, okay, can't I stop talking..."

Pain, exhaustion and hunger surged up after she regained consciousness, and Nan Feng closed his eyes in pain: "Anyway, I'm still alive now... The old man said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing..."

Doctors and nurses came quickly and gave Nanfeng a full body checkup. Seeing Nanfeng hissing in pain, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "Doctor, can you give her an injection or an anesthetic? She's in pain quickly. Can't take it."

"Don't worry, the medicine I prescribed has an analgesic effect, and she will feel better after taking the medicine. Painkillers and anesthetics can't be given too much, which is not conducive to recovery."

After the doctor left, Jiang Yan helped Nanfeng get up and took the medicine. After a while, she finally felt less pain.

Jiang Yan also bought rice porridge. He sat on the edge of the bed, let Nanfeng lean on his shoulder, and fed her with a small spoon.

Given his current state, he really couldn't eat by himself, so Nanfeng didn't raise any objections to his actions, but only asked what happened after she was rescued that day.

Jiang Yan carefully wiped the leftovers from the corner of her mouth: "Qiqi called the police, and Xiao Wang called an ambulance. After you were rescued, you were sent directly to the hospital for emergency treatment. Everyone waited in the hospital until you were out of danger before leaving."

Nan Feng rubbed his fingers against the corner of the quilt, and the countless sounds of "Nan Feng" that she heard when she was suspended by the lifeline and lost consciousness flashed through her mind, and her pale lips pursed slightly: "Then, where are you now?"

"After the operation was successful, they each returned home, but they asked about your situation in the WeChat group every day. Situ is still here. He has visited the hospital in the past two days, and he will come later."

"Oh." Nanfeng Xingruo asked again casually, "What else?"

Jiang Yan's heart paused slightly.

In fact, since she started asking about everyone's situation, he knew who she really wanted to ask. He didn't tell the truth, but she still persisted in asking.

Putting down the empty bowl, he didn't hide anymore, and said directly: "Miss Yu's hand was dislocated, Young Master Lu accompanied her back to Rongcheng for treatment."

The brilliance in Nan Feng's eyes seemed to be dimming, but the corners of her mouth were raised: "Who asked them, I asked Miss Ruan."

(End of this chapter)