coobybook Chapter 1368 Yun Rui's sincerity: internal friction
Chapter 1368 Yun Rui's sincerity: internal friction
When Su Xingya's body swayed, Lin Junze was replying to something on his phone. Suddenly, he heard a dull thud—like the sound of a heavy object hitting concrete, with a heart-pounding dullness.
He looked up suddenly, and the scene he saw through the car window made his heart stop: Su Xingya was lying straight in the puddle at the door of the detention center, her hair wet by the rain, sticking to her pale cheeks, motionless.
"Xingya!" Lin Junze almost crawled to open the car door, his leather shoes splashing in the puddles, and he didn't even bother to wipe them off.
He rushed to Su Xingya and probed her breath with trembling fingers. When the faint air flow brushed across his fingertips, his heart finally settled down a little, but was then gripped by deeper panic.
He shouted three times, but the other person's eyelids were tightly closed, his lips were bloodless, and even his eyelashes didn't tremble.
Without any hesitation, Lin Junze bent down and picked up Su Xingya horizontally.
Her body was as light as a feather, yet it felt to him as heavy as a thousand pounds. The woman who used to hold her back straight and exude full aura even during negotiations was now cold all over, with even her breathing trembling slightly.
He quickly ran to the car, carefully placed her on the passenger seat, wrapped her tightly in his coat, and turned up the air conditioner. When his fingertips touched her cold earlobe, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle.
The car ran through red lights and rushed to the nearest hospital. Lin Junze held Su Xingya's wrist all the time, feeling her weak pulse.
In the rearview mirror, he saw that his tie was askew, his hair was messy, and his usually impeccable suit was stained with rain and mud, but he had no time to tidy it up - there was only one thought in his mind: Su Xingya must be safe.
When the lights in the emergency room came on, Lin Junze rushed into the room holding Su Xingya, his voice filled with unprecedented panic: "Doctor! Save her! She fainted!"
The test results came back quickly. The doctor removed his stethoscope and spoke with a tone of reproach: "The patient suffered a temporary fainting spell, primarily due to excessive emotional fluctuations and mental stress, coupled with long-term lack of sleep and irregular diet. Her body is already severely overdrawn. If this continues, it will easily lead to more serious problems, such as myocarditis or gastric bleeding."
Lin Junze took the diagnosis and rubbed the words "severe overdraft" repeatedly with his fingertips.
He recalled Su Xingya's condition over the past month: she slept only two or three hours a day, and sometimes even worked all night long; her three meals were mostly bread and coffee, and sometimes she was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink a sip of water; every time she called Song Yuanzhe in China, she pretended to be calm, but after hanging up the phone she would stare at the computer screen for a long time.
As an assistant, he saw it all but could only silently arrange meals and itinerary and was unable to provide any more substantial help.
After sending the doctor away, Lin Junze sat on a chair in the ward and looked at Su Xingya lying on the bed.
Her brows were still slightly furrowed, as if she was anxious even in her sleep. The dark circles under her eyes were as heavy as if they were painted with ink, her lips were chapped and cracked, and even her usually plump cheeks were sunken. She looked so haggard that it was heartbreaking.
He took a deep breath, a complex mix of emotions surging in his chest—worry, self-blame, and a hint of determination that had been suppressed for a long time.
The next second, Lin Junze took out his cell phone and tapped on the screen quickly.
He opened an encrypted chat box. The contact's note was "important customer." The messages he sent were all short instructions: "Check the specific route of Shen Chengyu's private jet."
"Contact an old friend at Swiss Bank to check the secret accounts of 'Xingtu Technology'"
"Let the overseas team speed up!".
As his fingertips flew across the screen, his eyes were particularly firm, completely different from his usual gentle assistant image.
It was unknown how long it was before he put down his phone and breathed a long sigh of relief. The reply "Received" on the screen finally made his tense shoulders relax a little.
He looked up at Su Xingya lying on the hospital bed, his eyes becoming more serious - these arrangements were his trump cards, and they were the resources that Gu Mingcheng had specifically instructed him not to use unless it was absolutely necessary. But now, Su Xingya had collapsed, and Gu Yunqian and his sister were still suffering in the detention center. He could not wait any longer.
When Su Xingya woke up, the dark clouds outside the window had gradually dissipated.
The white ceiling was shaking so much that she could hardly open her eyes. The smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of her nose. Her whole body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hands.
She turned her head and saw Lin Junze sitting on a chair beside the bed, his eyes red and bloodshot, obviously he had been guarding her all night.
"Uncle Lin..." Su Xingya's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, and her throat was so dry that it seemed like it was smoking.
Lin Junze suddenly raised his head and saw that she was awake. A hint of joy flashed across his eyes for a moment, but was then replaced by worry.
He didn't address her as "Boss Su" as usual. Instead, he stood up and walked to the bedside, reaching out to touch her forehead. His tone was gentler than ever before, with the concern of an elder towards a younger person: "I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling? Are you still dizzy? Are you hungry? I asked someone to make you some millet porridge."
Su Xingya shook her head, her eyes a little dazed.
She looked at Lin Junze and suddenly found that there were a few more white hairs in his hair, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deeper than when she first came.
In her memory, this "Uncle Lin" who had watched her grow up had always protected her and Gu Yunqian like a pillar of support. When she was bullied as a child, it was Uncle Lin who stood up for her.
When I first took over the group's business, he was also helping to cover the losses...
"Water..." Su Xingya opened her mouth, her voice weak.
Lin Junze quickly poured a cup of warm water and, using a cotton swab, carefully moistened her lips. His movements were gentle, as if he were caring for a fragile treasure, a stark contrast to his usual decisiveness in handling matters.
"How long have I slept?" Su Xingya slowed down and was finally able to speak a complete sentence.
"It's been a day and a night." Lin Junze's voice was choked with a barely perceptible sob. "The doctor said you need to rest well and stay in the hospital for at least three days. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the work."
Su Xingya closed her eyes, her mind flashing back to the moment before she fainted—the cold iron bars of the detention center, the impatient tone of the security guard, and Gu Yunqian's suffering within. Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain so severe that she could barely breathe.
After being in the UK for so long, she not only failed to rescue Gu Yunqian and his sister, but also ended up in the hospital without making any substantial progress.
This feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed her like a tide, leaving her without even the strength to open her eyes.
For the next three days, Lin Junze stayed in the ward, never leaving. He would feed Su Xingya porridge and medicine on time, wipe her face, tuck in the quilt, and read her domestic news, avoiding any negative reports about the Gu family and only talking about positive topics.
But most of the time Su Xingya just listened silently, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It seemed as if all the energy had been drained out of her, and she couldn't even smile.
On the afternoon of the third day, the doctor came for a follow-up check and said that Su Xingya was no longer seriously ill and could be discharged from the hospital as long as she rested and maintained emotional stability.
After Lin Junze sent the doctor away, he sat by the bed and looked at Su Xingya, who was still listless. He hesitated for a long time before saying softly, "Xingya, don't push yourself too much. After all, I've been with your father for so many years. You don't have to carry everything on your own."