The female doctor getting dressed in the bed opposite was also startled, then she asked,
"Doctor Lu, did you have a nightmare?"
Lu Jing nodded, then shook his head, his entire being in a state of distraction,
How could it be a nightmare?
In fact, he had seen that little boy in his dreams not just once.
In the first two years he’d been abroad, he would often dream about him.
After a long period of treatment, the frequency of the dreams gradually decreased.
It had been several months since he last dreamt of him.
But in the past, the little boy never spoke, just quietly followed Lu Jing around.
Lu Jing had seen his face, which bore at least a seventy percent resemblance to Jiang Ye, the remaining thirty percent resembling himself.
It was clear who the child was.
So, for Lu Jing, this truly wasn’t a nightmare. On the contrary, he looked forward to it, hoping to see him often.
But this time, the child spoke for the first time, saying he didn’t want this mother because the mother never wanted him in the first place.
For Lu Jing, this was more painful than having his heart gouged out.
The female doctor had already brought over a cup of water,
"Here, freshly poured. Take a sip to calm down."
Lu Jing moved his lips with some difficulty,
His voice was noticeably hoarse.
"I’ll go get busy then."
Once the female doctor left, only Lu Jing remained in the duty room.
Slowly, he curled into the farthest corner, his whole body curling up.
It seemed only then he could feel fearless, unafraid, and the cold in his body might rise with a trace of warmth.
Hospitals are really busy in the morning; hardly anyone would notice the situation in the duty room.
Lu Jing stayed inside for nearly twenty minutes before he walked out with reddened eyes.
It was apparent that his condition had improved somewhat.
Then, he went straight to the restroom.
The cold water was chilling to the bone, but it allowed one to stay alert and rational.
He washed for quite some time before turning off the tap.
He didn’t notice that his phone, tucked in his pocket, had been vibrating for quite a while.
It was only after the sharp-eyed Little Nurse reminded him while walking down the hallway that he took out his phone and answered,
"Mom? Why are you calling so early?"
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm and not show any irregularities.
He wasn’t a child anymore; as an adult, there was no need to let the family worry about many things, right?
And some things, Lu Jing never intended to let the family know.
Like, the mess between himself and Jiang Ye.
After all, they were all in the same circle. Even if not intimately close, there were still numerous tangled collaborations.
Lu Jing didn’t want his private matters to affect the Lu Group that his cousin had finally managed to stabilize.
When the Lu Group ran into trouble years ago, with his uncle committing suicide and the company on the verge of bankruptcy, outsiders couldn’t understand what the Lu Family went through during that time.
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On the phone, Lu’s mother seemed to struggle to speak, starting a word, then pausing.
"Mom, what’s wrong? I’m still at work."
Lu’s mother finally managed to find her voice,
"Jingjing, that little girl, what’s going on? Did you really get married abroad?"
For a moment, Lu Jing didn’t quite grasp the meaning behind his mother’s words.
"Oh, that little girl, she supposedly calls you ’Mom,’ right?"
Now, Lu Jing understood.