Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 17.2: Thank You For The Congratulatory Money (2)

Yang Yue took eight minutes to reach the villa’s door and another ten minutes to send He Jiang to the Emergency Room.

Another ten minutes later, He Jiang was lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his arm.

This half an hour was a torture to Yang Yue. Every minute felt like a year as he watched things unfold in front of his eyes. Between this couple, one was sick and the other was flustered. None of them had taken a look at their handphones and were still blissfully unaware of what was happening outside.

On the other hand, he, the main culprit, was constantly monitoring the situation on his phone.

Even though it was 3AM, the internet was exceptionally active. It was possible every fan of He Jiang had been woken up by the news. Everywhere he looked, there were comments from them, preaching other fans to “Don’t spread rumors, don’t create them. Let’s wait for their official statement” and “Show concern towards He Jiang’s health, not his personal life”...

Some hot-tempered fans even started quarrels with his fans.

Feeling wronged, they started to scold He Jiang’s fans back.

The ‘Top search ranking’ was also in arrays. One moment it was ‘He Jiang illness’, another moment it was ‘Yang Yue hang up’ and the next moment it was ‘Is Cen Feinuo still asleep’...

Yang Yue: “...” What the hell is this?!

The cold saline water coursed through He Jiang’s veins. He closed his eyes and felt the pain in his temples diminish as clarity returned to his mind.

He took a look at Yang Yue and frowned. “What happened?”

Yang Yue paused for a moment and handed his phone to him. “I can’t bring myself to say it.”

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows. He moved closer to look at the phone’s content with He Jiang.

He Jiang: “...”

Shang Jing: “...”

Shang Jing poked He Jiang’s arm. “Have you drafted the composition? Hurry and post it!”

He Jiang closed his eyes. He had half a mind to rush home and tear that seven pages long proposal to shreds. “I didn’t draft it.”

Shang Jing: “Then what do you intend to do now?”

He Jiang pondered for a moment then stretched his h

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