Chapter 16 No Retreat

That night, Wu Peng sent the video of Bai Ma Shan to Zhang Lin and promised to let him know as soon as possible if he noticed anything strange about Bai Ma Shan.

Zhang Lin also secretly sent some people to investigate Bai Ma Shan, but Bai Ma Shan seemed to be acting normally, going to the pet hospital to work during the day and going home after buying groceries at night. There was nothing suspicious about him. His life couldn't have been more ordinary.

Finding no openings with Bai Ma Shan, Jia Wenjun could only go see Zhao Di first.

When she arrived at Zhao Di's bedside again, Zhao Di was like an abandoned prop, having lost her value and thus everyone's attention.

There were no longer specially assigned doctors and nurses on duty at the door of the ward, let alone plainclothes police officers secretly protecting her. Zhao Di lay alone in the empty room, her eyes vacant, her mouth slightly open, a needle inserted in her arm. If you looked closely, you could see many needle marks on her skin.

Apart from the sounds of the equipment, there was no other sound in the room, only a deathly silence.

Wu Peng went to the doctor to find out about Zhao Di's condition in the past few days. Jia Wenjun sat by Zhao Di's bed, thinking about her past with Zhao Di. She used to hate Zhao Di immensely, but she never thought she would become like this today.

"Zhao Di, it's Jia Wenjun." She paused and continued, "I know you hate me, and I feel the same way. But now we're in the same boat. If you want to live, you have to get better quickly, or when I get locked up, you'll be left waiting to die."

She looked at Zhao Di on the bed, her eyes full of sorrow and prayer.

Wu Peng came back from the doctor's office and told Jia Wenjun about Zhao Di's condition in the past two days. It was no different from before; there was no improvement.

Zhao Di's IV drip was finished, but no one had come to change the medicine yet. Jia Wenjun had no choice but to turn off the drip herself and press the call button to call a nurse over.

After a long while, the nurse brought over the two large bags of IV fluid to be administered later, changed them, and then hurried away.

Wu Peng said to Jia Wenjun, "Zhao Di used to be a key surgical patient, and there were people to take care of her. Now that she has no family to care for her, this is how it is."

Jia Wenjun looked at Zhao Di's empty eyes staring straight at the ceiling, and felt like a stone was blocking her heart. Zhao Di was hateful, but she shouldn't be treated like this, and she shouldn't be framed like this either. In fact, they were both innocent victims. Now that they were facing the same enemy, Jia Wenjun couldn't just sit idly by.

Jia Wenjun said to Wu Peng, "If you have something to do at the law firm, go ahead. I'll stay here until all her IV drips are finished."

Wu Peng looked at the IV drips and frowned, "That'll take until evening at least. The nurses and doctors will come and check on her from time to time. It'll be fine."

"I don't have anything to do anyway. I'll stay here and talk to her. Maybe one of my words will stimulate her and wake her up."

Seeing that Jia Wenjun insisted on staying, Wu Peng didn't try to persuade her. He just told her to be careful and call her after work, and then left in a hurry.

In the ward, Zhao Di lay in bed and Jia Wenjun sat, and silence returned.

After who knows how long, Jia Wenjun stood up from her chair and looked at Zhao Di's almost finished nutrient solution drip at the bedside. She gently stroked Zhao Di's pale hand.

There was still a piece of tape on the back of her hand where the nurse had just finished the IV drip. Because of the long-term IV drips, this hand was already a little swollen. Jia Wenjun massaged Zhao Di's palm to help her accelerate blood circulation.

This was something Jia Wenjun had found online in the past few days about the recovery of vegetative people. There were cases where patients regained consciousness using this method. With a try-it-and-see attitude, she planned to massage Zhao Di's arm every day.

After massaging for a while, Zhao Di's hand was much warmer, but there was still no reaction.

Jia Wenjun looked at Zhao Di. Since she came in, Zhao Di's eyes had been fixed on the ceiling. This persistence made Jia Wenjun a little curious. She wondered what she was looking at so intently.

Jia Wenjun followed Zhao Di's gaze upward and looked carefully for a long time before she noticed a small spider in the corner of the ceiling swinging back and forth in the air.

"A spider?" Jia Wenjun was a little puzzled.

Was Zhao Di looking at the spider, or was her gaze just unconsciously fixed on one spot?

If she was looking at the spider, did that mean she was conscious?

Jia Wenjun imitated Zhao Di's angle, lying on her back and looking at the spider on the wall, trying to figure out what Zhao Di was looking at.

At this time, the spider was pulling the silk from its abdomen and dancing in the air with the wind. No matter how swaying it was, it just wouldn't climb up. The silk was thin and transparent, barely withstanding the pull of the wind.

Following the silk upwards, Jia Wenjun understood why the spider wouldn't climb up. It turned out that there was a gecko on the ceiling that blended in with the gray wall, so it was hard to see unless you looked closely. It was staring at the spider, its slightly open mouth showing its greedy tongue already beginning to stir.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the spider began to roll at the lower end of the silk, like an out-of-control kite.

The spider struggled on the silk for a long time, and it looked like it was about to be blown off. Fortunately, the wind only blew for a while and then stopped. The wind stopped, but the spider was still shaking violently in the air. At the end of the slender silk, the gecko was trying to stir the silk with its tail, seeming to fully understand that the spider had no way out.

"I didn't expect this gecko to use such despicable means," Jia Wenjun said to herself. If she hadn't followed Zhao Di's gaze, she wouldn't have seen this scene.

The spider probably knew that the silk was about to break, so it didn't choose to fall, but quickly climbed up.

In just an instant, the spider disappeared into the gray ceiling, leaving only the gecko with its mouth蠕动 (rú dòng - wriggling).

In the end, the spider still couldn't escape its doom. Jia Wenjun felt a little depressed. After a long while, she asked Zhao Di next to her, "Are you watching the spider and the gecko?"

No one answered her.

Jia Wenjun sighed almost imperceptibly, "If that spider had gone all out just now, it might have fallen on this soft quilt and saved its life. Zhao Di, we're like that spider just now, we have no way out. If we don't want to be eaten by the gecko, we can only go all out. You know, the person who hurt you wasn't me. We're both victims. The Lin Yang family won't care if you live or die. You didn't have to suffer this kind of pain, and I don't need to be a scapegoat for others. You can only get better quickly and point out the real culprit, so I can guarantee to continue to treat you until you can stand up again."

Still no response.

Even if she knew that Zhao Di might not be able to hear her, Jia Wenjun still had to speak. She told her what happened after Zhao Di fell into the water on the boat, what happened after they landed, and what she and Zhao Di would face if the mastermind behind the scenes was ultimately able to get away with it.

These things had been weighing on her heart for too long, and she wanted Zhao Di to know. Even if she didn't understand after listening, she still had to say it.

When Jia Wenjun finished speaking, she subconsciously turned her head and found that there was a shallow watermark on Zhao Di's pillow.

Jia Wenjun paused, reached out and touched the area around Zhao Di's eyes, and found that she was crying.