Why does he still want to watch a movie?! He was injured while lining up for a movie, doesn’t he have trauma about movies?
Jasmine complained in her heart. If it were her who encountered such a thing, she might never want to have anything to do with movies again. But Johnny was probably stronger than she imagined. After all, in the original story, everyone left him, and there was no ex-girlfriend like her to accompany him, but he still survived tenaciously alone.
After all, he is the male lead… Although she hasn’t read the original and doesn’t know what achievements he has in the end, Jasmine knows he must be extraordinary.
Jasmine looked at him with complicated feelings. She didn’t care where they went on a date, but she, who was used to watching 3D movies on a big screen, didn’t want to experience old black-and-white movies again, and having to queue for a whole day was really boring! It would be better to lie at home under a blanket and chat for a day!
“Forget it, the queue is too long.”
She tried to persuade Johnny to give up this idea, just about to say his body was still very weak and needed more rest, and queuing to watch a movie was not good for his recovery, but Johnny answered very consciously, “You’re right… Jasmine, you don’t like queuing, then forget it. I’m not that interested in movies either, I thought you really wanted to watch it.”
“…”
Why is he so obedient! This contrast on a former playboy is too cute!
But Jasmine felt a little guilty instead, after all it was the original owner who encouraged him to cut in line. Johnny had originally planned to queue properly, although bullying others was really wrong.
“Then let’s change places, go to the park for a walk, breathe some fresh air, and then go have afternoon tea?”
Jasmine put forward the most normal suggestion. But after thinking about it, Johnny shook his head and said, “I want to go to the horse racing track.”
“Are you serious?”
Jasmine was a little surprised. She originally thought horse racing was honor and glory for Johnny. If he was paralyzed and couldn’t ride a horse, he would definitely be very sad. If it were her, she would never want to have anything to do with horse racing again. Seeing other riders running on the track would make the gap feel huge.
“Yes, I still like horses very much, so I want to go to the track again and say goodbye to my career.”
He looked particularly calm and no longer felt sorry for himself. Jasmine looked at him with some affection for a while, then nodded and said, “Then let’s go to the horse racing track, but are you hungry now? Let me get you something to eat first and have a good rest before we talk.”
“Okay… thank you Jasmine.”
This time Johnny didn’t stand on ceremony with her, nodded to her and accepted her kindness.
After Jasmine ran out to buy groceries, he sighed, then tried to move his legs, but found there was still no feeling. He clenched his fist slightly and muttered to himself, “If my legs can’t move, then I’ll try to train my upper body muscles. At least I can’t be a useless person who can’t do anything…”
Johnny secretly made up his mind. If he could recover to the point where he could take care of himself, he would continue dating Jasmine.
…
Apart from coffee beans and moldy bread, there was nothing else in Johnny’s house. Of course he couldn’t cook by himself. He, who became famous at a young age, almost ate at restaurants every day. Jasmine bought chicken, beef, and some seasonings at the market. When she returned home, she found that Johnny was hanging on the door trying to do pull-ups, but his body was shaking, almost unable to hold the door and fall down, which scared her.
“Wait, don’t move!”
She quickly hugged his waist and put him down, and moved him to the sofa not far away, looking at him in disbelief.
“What are you doing Johnny? That was really dangerous just now!”
“I want to build upper body muscles so I can do more things…”
Although he was a little depressed because of failure, his attitude was still very firm, “It’s okay, I will continue to try… Even if I have become a ‘negative number’ now, I will try to make myself a ‘zero’ again. I don’t want to let down your expectations of me.”
Uh, actually she has no expectations of him.
Did he crawl from the sofa to there? But how did he hang up there? He really worked hard.
Jasmine complained secretly, but she couldn’t directly say it to dampen Johnny’s enthusiasm. So she pretended to support him and nodded, comforting him, “Mm mm, just do what you want to do, but what you need now is rest. You haven’t recovered yet, you can’t exercise. Wait for me to make something to eat, then we can discuss other things.”
“I didn’t know you could cook.”
Johnny muttered, “You told me before that your family had servants cooking, and you didn’t do any housework.”
“You don’t even remember my name, but you remember these things?”
Jasmine raised her eyebrows and looked at him. Johnny immediately looked more ashamed, his eyes became a little wandering, and he apologized, “Sorry… I thought we were just playing around…”
…No problem, for the original owner it was indeed just playing around.
Jasmine remembered that the original owner’s target was not Johnny at first. She was a fan of another British jockey. The original owner was also a little rich woman. She spent a lot of money on him and gave many valuable gifts. But after he married an eighty-year-old rich old woman, she angrily unfollowed him and quickly hooked up with his competitor — the equally famous jockey Johnny Joestar, and successfully became Johnny’s girlfriend.
“It’s okay, let’s forget about the past, I don’t care.”
Jasmine didn’t know what feelings the original owner had for Johnny, but she knew she just thought he was cute so she liked him, just like the stray dogs and stray cats she picked up before. She didn’t feel she was losing out by doing these things, but was very happy instead.
“Have a good rest, eat in two hours, I’ll stay with you tonight.”
Jasmine said while starting to cut the chicken she bought at the market, put a few slices of ginger bought from the spice merchant, poured a little cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, and started stewing chicken. Considering Johnny’s digestion might have become worse, she planned to stew the beef until it was soft, adding tomatoes and potatoes to make nutrition more balanced.
While she was busy in the kitchen, Johnny, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at her with complicated feelings, but still couldn’t help asking, “Although I’m very happy you’re willing to accompany me, is it okay if you don’t go home?”
“They can’t control me.”
Anyway, going back to that home would be forced marriage. Her stepmother seemed determined to marry her to her father’s adopted son. If she went back, those people might be waiting for her. If she objected, she might be forced to marry and not allowed to go out. It was better to stay.
Johnny just looked at her and didn’t ask more. After Jasmine stewed all the food, she called Johnny’s housekeeper to resume work.
Soon after, a chubby older lady came to Johnny’s apartment door with a toolbox.
“God knows how long I’ve been waiting for this call. After hearing about that terrible accident my heart almost broke. I prayed to God every day. Thank God, you finally recovered, and you have such a beautiful girlfriend with you. Oh, let me take a good look at you, poor little thing.”
The chubby lady was the housekeeper who had always served Johnny, Mrs. Mary Wendell. She was a kind and warm-hearted woman, but Johnny often couldn’t stand her excessive enthusiasm. After Mrs. Wendell came, he started to space out and said weakly, “Please don’t mind me.”
“I have to clean the house and wash your clothes, hmm? Did your girlfriend cook for you?”
Mrs. Wendell sniffed hard, “It smells so good, it whetted my appetite. What does it smell like?”
“It’s chicken soup, and tomato beef stew with potatoes, ma’am.”
Jasmine handed Johnny’s clothes in the basket to Mrs. Wendell while answering.
“This is wonderful, having such a good girlfriend is really Mr. Joestar’s great fortune in misfortune.”
Mrs. Wendell laughed, then carried the dirty clothes to the sink to start washing, while Jasmine continued to watch her soup. When Mrs. Wendell finished washing the clothes and started cleaning the room, she brought the chicken soup and was about to feed Johnny when he muttered “My hands aren’t disabled” and took the bowl himself, looking at Jasmine.
“This is the first time I’ve heard that chicken can be made into soup… It smells good, but won’t it taste strange without roasting it with spices?”
“Stop talking nonsense, you’ll know when you drink it.” Jasmine urged him.
“Of course I will drink it, after all you spent so much time making it for me…”
Johnny still said softly, then he picked up the spoon and nervously took a sip.
Then Johnny’s eyes lit up in an instant.
“How is it?” Jasmine asked expectantly.
“It’s at the level where I would propose to you if I hadn’t had an accident.” Johnny coughed lightly, putting his fist to his mouth to answer.
“You wouldn’t propose if you had an accident?”
Jasmine couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, “Do you still just want to play with me?”
“No, how could that be!”
Johnny almost jumped up, but he quickly became a little weak again, “What I mean is, I’ve become like this, how can I let a girl stay with me…”
…Not to mention, teasing him is really quite interesting. If you didn’t know he was originally a playboy, Johnny’s reaction almost makes you think he’s a pure little boy… It seems like he has never really had a proper relationship.
After Johnny finished the dinner she made seriously, Jasmine handed the tableware to Mrs. Wendell. When Mrs. Wendell finished all the housework and was about to say goodbye to them, Jasmine thought about it and called her again and asked.
“Can you help me make some extra cloth pads?”
In this era there were no such luxurious disposable products. Jasmine had previously bought towels to pad him, and of course she wouldn’t wash them for Johnny, she just threw them away after use. But this was a bit too wasteful, although now Mrs. Wendell could wash them, she felt it was better to prepare more.
“What? Why do you need cloth pads?” Johnny was shocked when he heard her words.
“Oh, of course I can. My youngest son and daughter have grown up, I can use their old clothes that they can’t wear to make some for Mr. Joestar, their pads were also made by myself back then.” Mrs. Wendell readily agreed.
“Wait, I don’t need that!” Johnny protested.
“Then thank you so much, how much do I need to pay you?”
“No need for money, Mr. Joestar gave me this job when I was in my most difficult time, now that he has become so pitiful, I should do something for him.” Mrs. Wendell waved her hand to Jasmine.
“Wait a minute! Listen to me!”
Seeing that neither of them paid attention to him, Johnny couldn’t help but shout loudly, until after attracting their attention, he finally blushed and stared and defended himself, “It’s not like when I was hospitalized and unconscious, I can control myself now! I don’t want to wear that kind of thing!”
“In case of an accident, what if you can’t make it to the toilet in time?”
Jasmine frowned and looked at him suspiciously. Although she was only a surgical intern who would probably help people remove hemorrhoids in the future, she still knew this common sense very well, unless that comic was already fantastical and beyond human common sense, then she had nothing to say.
“And paralysis of the spine normally causes incontinence and inability to control the lower body, I know you don’t want to admit it out of self-esteem… But Johnny, I really don’t care about those, no matter what, I like you.”
“…Why do you always think like that? It feels like you want me to be incapable even more…”
Johnny stared at her blankly, then he tried to straighten his chest unconvinced, “Then… do you want to verify it and try?”
Author’s Note Translation:
According to common sense, Johnny’s degree of paralysis should make him unable to control his lower body, but during the SBR race he was racing horses, in the wild for so long, his pants were always clean and never incontinent… Forget it, it’s 2D, don’t think about it! This disabled man can still ride a horse in the comics!
Because I myself am from the art department, I don’t know much about medical common sense, so I consulted a medical student reader. I originally wanted to write that the female lead could do hemorrhoids and other surgeries in the future, but she told me that was urology, and another reader during internship witnessed various ugly diseases, but not both surgeries.
So I asked: Then can Putian-style hospital do it?
She said: Damn, yes, as long as the money is in place, anything is possible. The female lead can immediately enter the multi-functional operating room, and during the hospital’s summer buy-one-get-one-free promotion, her skills have been greatly improved.
Me: ???