Chapter 140 Let’s Jump Together—At Least We’ll Have Company on the Road to the Afterlife

The girl still didn’t respond, standing like a cold statue.

Leng Keyan’s heart burned with anxiety as he recalled the crisis intervention techniques he had learned.

“Wen Sisi—”

He spoke again, his tone softer this time. “I know… you feel like life is meaningless, exhausting…”

Within five short minutes, Song Jingmo arrived at the rooftop with over a dozen medical staff.

He took two slow steps forward. “Wen Sisi, I’m the head of orthopedics. Whatever you need, you can tell me.”

“Is it something we medical staff did wrong, or is it for another reason?”

“Dying is easy, but living takes courage. Give us a chance… and give yourself a chance. Come down first.”

A doctor beside him added, “Think about your family, your sister and brother-in-law—they’re so worried about you…”

“Family?”

For the first time, the silent Wen Sisi spoke, her voice hoarse, thick with sobs and despair. “It’s them—they drove me to this!”

The cold wind on the rooftop cut like knives. Wen Sisi’s frail body shivered violently at the edge of the building.

Whether from the cold or bone-deep despair, she cried and yelled incoherently, accusing her sister and brother-in-law.

“I’ve lost all my money, my job… even my boyfriend. What’s the point of living?”

Her hoarse cries broke in the night wind. Her body trembled violently from both fear and cold.

Every sway made the crowd below gasp and sent chills through Leng Keyan and the firefighters and medical staff who had rushed over.

Leng Keyan’s heart nearly stopped; cold sweat soaked his back instantly.

Watching her tottering figure, the string in his mind called “rationality” snapped with a sharp pop under extreme fear.

“Don’t jump! Wait for me!”

He shouted, his voice overpowering even the wind.

Everyone froze, including the emotionally unstable Wen Sisi.

She instinctively turned her head, her red, swollen eyes blankly staring at this suddenly frantic doctor.

Tears streaming down his face, Leng Keyan began to vent his own despair.

“I don’t want to live either… living is too exhausting.”

“The pressure is too much… let’s jump together—at least we’ll have company on the road to the afterlife!”

The sudden declaration stunned everyone.

Firefighters and police exchanged glances; even Song Jingmo was speechless.

A perfectly fine kid… how could he suddenly lose hope? And he didn’t even mistreat the interns!

Leng Keyan couldn’t stop himself. His voice full of grief:

“My first love… I got lucky, found a husband who’s handsome and capable, and pampered him endlessly.”

“He shows off his love in front of me every day, but my own feelings never go smoothly. No one loves me, no one cares… I feel like an unwanted cabbage in the field.”

For a moment, Wen Sisi forgot her own despair. Her mind was full of question marks: Is this doctor… sane?

Meanwhile, in a Western restaurant, Yin Siyao frowned as he watched the constant stream of messages on the orthopedics work group chat.

One after another:

Liu Bin: “Bed 6, Wen Sisi climbed to the rooftop! She’s trying to jump—firefighters and police are here!”

Head Nurse: “Location: top floor of the inpatient building. Leng Keyan is up there.”

Instrument Nurse: “Leng Keyan seems emotionally unstable too.”

Tang Lan: “What’s happening?”

Seeing that Leng Keyan’s emotions were also unstable, Yin Siyao could no longer sit still.

“Siyao, what’s wrong?”

Zhao Jingshu, across from him, put down her fork.

“Something urgent at the hospital—a patient is about to jump. I have to go back immediately,” Yin Siyao said quickly, grabbing his coat and heading out.

Zhao Jingshu frowned. “Aren’t there so many doctors and firefighters there? They can handle it.”

“You’re not the on-duty doctor. Must I go back? We already bought the movie tickets…” She tried to grab his arm.

Yin Siyao pulled back, avoiding her touch, his face unusually stern and urgent.

“Leng Keyan is on the rooftop too, and unstable. I have to go.”

Zhao Jingshu’s hand froze midair, her smile completely gone. Seeing the unmasked worry and anxiety in Yin Siyao’s eyes, her heart sank.

After a few seconds of silence, she twisted the corners of her mouth: “I saw the chat earlier about a jump… so it’s not just the patient, huh?”

She paused, a trace of bitterness and sarcasm in her voice: “He really is loyal… even jumps along with the patient.”

Yin Siyao had no time to explain. He simply said, “Sorry,” and rushed out without looking back.

On the rooftop, Leng Keyan continued.

After venting about fate, he shifted to his personal love troubles:

“My first crush—I followed him everywhere. But he went on blind dates with others and is getting engaged this New Year.”

“In the freezing cold, I waited under his building for hours like a fool, frozen stiff, and he came back and called me stupid.”

His voice grew increasingly pitiful, with sobs: “I tried to please him, buy him food, care for him, and he still thought I was childish.”

“He was kind to me at first… suddenly he turned his back. A total jerk who played with my feelings.”

This vivid, emotional rant confused Wen Sisi. Her despair momentarily forgotten, she felt a strange resonance with someone else who had suffered.

So this seemingly sunny, handsome doctor… had a tragic love life too?

Song Jingmo’s lips twitched. Seeing Wen Sisi’s attention diverted, he shook his head at the approaching firefighter trying to intervene.

After crying about his love life, Leng Keyan shifted again, now pointing indiscriminately at Song Jingmo.

“And him.”

He pointed at Song Jingmo. “Reads a book once and gets it, performs surgery once and masters it—he thinks everyone in the world is a genius like him.”

“He made me stay up all night memorizing. Hair falling out in clumps. Sleeping only three hours a day… bound to die early.”

Song Jingmo: “…”

“This internship year, I wake earlier than roosters, sleep later than dogs, work harder than oxen.”

Leng Keyan’s voice grew more agitated: “Earned nothing, even paid out of pocket to work. My personal fund is drained.”

“Academic failures, love failures… what’s the point of living? Too exhausting. Might as well jump and end it all! No one stop me!”

He actually turned, preparing to climb over the railing.

“Leng Keyan! Calm down!”

Song Jingmo shouted, truly anxious now. “I’ll call Yin Siyao right now. Don’t get agitated!”

“What’s the use of calling?”

Leng Keyan’s eyes were red. “He won’t care. He probably wants me to jump!”

“So he can peacefully be with his childhood love, prepare for marriage and kids… my death clears the way.”

Wen Sisi was completely dumbfounded. In that split second, the firefighter seized the moment, silently tackling her from behind.

He pulled Wen Sisi firmly back from the edge.

Leng Keyan still dangled half-seriously on the railing.

The rooftop entrance burst open with hurried, almost panicked footsteps.

Yin Siyao arrived, breathless, sweat dampening his black hair, face pale and panicked.

His eyes locked immediately on the figure hanging from the railing.

His heart skipped. The world seemed to lose sound and color, leaving only that frail, dangling figure.

Leng Keyan froze for a moment.

Then, before anyone could react, he used both hands and feet to climb back over the railing.

He landed firmly on the safe concrete inside the rooftop.

And casually dusted off his pants.

Yin Siyao: “…”

Everyone else: “…”

Leng Keyan looked up, meeting Yin Siyao’s eyes—red from fear, yet full of relief.

He blinked and muttered softly: “I just wanted to scare her… and vent a little.”

Yin Siyao stood there, chest heaving violently, staring intently.

The earlier fear of a stopped heart hadn’t fully faded, now mingled with the thrill of relief.

Leng Keyan noticed Yin Siyao’s increasingly stern expression and instinctively shrank his neck.