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by starlightxelFu Si’an.
—Not the doctor who had been stuck on the road previously and just arrived.
However, it was rather the man who marked Shu Baiqiu’s new belonging, the man who was going to marry him.
Shu Baiqiu was shocked and stunned by this name, his slender and soft body bit by bit becoming stiff in the other party’s embrace.
In his blurry and wet field of vision, a little of the other party’s appearance could vaguely penetrate through; the man’s face couldn’t be seen clearly, yet he could clearly see the cold-colored light reflected from those rectangular, narrow glasses frames.
Piercingly cold and thin-cool.
It was also at this time that Shu Baiqiu finally reacted.
He was not being bandaged by a doctor.
But rather accompanying the new buyer.
Icy coldness spread silently. Even Shu Baiqiu’s breath became weaker and lower, like a dying baby bird whose neck and wings were choked by a beast trap.
In the hazy light, a shadow enveloped down—it was a palm stretching over.
Shu Baiqiu subconsciously pursed his lips, forcibly controlling himself, trying his utmost not to dodge away.
However, that hand did not fall down heavily.
Instead, the long fingers simply pressed together, reaching behind Shu Baiqiu’s ear.
Skin pressed against skin; the slightly trembling Shu Baiqiu clearly felt the somewhat burning warmth of the pads of the other party’s fingers.
It was not the same as the thin, cool cold light from just now.
That temperature quickly moved away, seemingly just to confirm Shu Baiqiu’s body temperature. Immediately after, the man asked again.
“Are you dizzy?”
The other party was still in that meticulous and strict manner that could easily be mistaken for a doctor.
Shu Baiqiu instinctively wanted to shake his head, but then he heard the other party say.
“Tell me truthfully. Otherwise, it will affect the judgment of your condition.”
Fu Si’an’s demand was straightforward and clear.
This kind of not very warm yet fully objective and calm attitude, seemed to instead make a severely frightened patient feel a bit more at ease.
Shu Baiqiu was slightly startled. Feeling it out for a moment, only then did he very lightly shake his head again.
“Rinse your mouth first.”
Fu Si’an said again, having Luo Rong on the side hand over a small bottle of light salt water.
Shu Baiqiu responded and wanted to reach out to take it, but was refused.
“Don’t use your hands.”
There were still wounds on his hands.
The light salt water bottle had a straw inserted, and was directly handed to the edge of Shu Baiqiu’s lips. The young man lowered his line of sight, gripping his cuffs, and drank a small half bottle of light salt water directly from Luo Rong’s hand.
He was much thinner and smaller than Fu Si’an. Sitting in the man’s embrace, he only reached Fu Si’an’s jaw.
The slightly long hair strands at the top of his head unintentionally brushed against the side of Fu Si’an’s neck—so light it was like a soft, cool cloud.
Fu Si’an lowered his eyes and looked down.
The person in his arms was too light. He held him on his lap with almost no weight.
The instantaneous stiffness from moments ago have quietly faded. Shu Baiqiu’s body was no longer tense, and his whole person appeared to have even less presence.
When rinsing his mouth, the young man also half-held his breath, his weak, low breath almost imperceptible.
It was as if what Fu Si’an was holding was merely a handful of an overly light and soft cotton doll.
Shu Baiqiu quietly did as told, mechanically finishing rinsing his mouth.
After rinsing twice with light salt water, the straw cup handed to his mouth was changed to warm water.
Shu Baiqiu drank a little again. When drinking, his lowered gaze quietly looked again at the rinsing cup that had already been taken far away by Luo Rong.
This was a very small detail, but Fu Si’an caught a glimpse of it.
He said, “This cup is water for drinking, to moisten your stomach a bit.”
After Fu Si’an finished speaking, Shu Baiqiu paused for a moment, and only then began to swallow in small sips.
Seeing this, Luo Rong on the side holding the water cup finally realized.
It turned out Mr. Xiao Shu still thought the third time was also for rinsing.
Luo Rong couldn’t help but recall the matter that happened just before eating.
At that time, Shu Baiqiu was also repeated to several times “this is your dinner,” before finally continuing his movements.
Some very small and very ordinary daily actions.
The young man, however, seemed to always need to get permission before daring to do them.
Shu Baiqiu kept his head down and drank a few sips of warm water. His painfully coughing, dry and astringent throat was slightly moistened, and the feeling of nausea in his chest was also finally suppressed a bit.
Just as his body somewhat eased up, it suddenly paused again, almost imperceptibly.
It was because his hand was caught and held by Fu Si’an.
Taking advantage of the time Shu Baiqiu was rinsing his mouth and drinking water, Fu Si’an had already put on the gloves found from the medical kit.
The man’s hand bones were extremely long and slender; the veins on the back of his fingers were clear, and the bone contours sharp and fierce. At a glance, it looked exactly like a surgeon’s hand—steady, practiced, and powerful.
Whether it was the cradle holding or the covering press just now, the actions of this pair of hands were exceptionally crisp.
What Fu Si’an took out were disposable medical gloves; universal size nitrile gloves are often a bit wide and flat, yet when worn on the man’s hands, they did not look bloated in the slightest.
It was easily stretched open by him into a long, slender, and powerful outline.
A sterilizing cotton swab was clipped between his long fingers. Fu Si’an pressed with his thumb, and crisply snapped the cotton swab.
The liquid inside the swab stick slowly surged up, and was steadily smeared onto the bright red gashes.
The hand bones in his palm were very soft. The young man’s skin color was extremely white, the skin texture delicate, the lines light and faint. Even the slender, thin joints faintly showed through pink, without a single bit of calluses between his fingers.
However, it had quite a few long, terrifying scratches.
It was like an exquisite and perfect artwork that had been painted with ferocious red crosses.
Shu Baiqiu quietly allowed himself to be manipulated, even shedding the tension from when his palm was secured.
After disinfecting, the wounds were painted with liquid band-aids1A topical skin treatment that seals minor cuts by forming a protective polymeric layer on the skin. It often contains alcohol as a solvent, which stings sharply when applied to open wounds.; the alcohol inside took effect, inciting obvious pain.
Fu Si’an did not have the habit of reminding beforehand, as he had already made preparations to control any struggling. However, in reality, the person in his arms did not struggle or move in the slightest.
Throughout the entire process, Shu Baiqiu didn’t even make a sound.
It seemed he didn’t want any actions that would cause superfluous attention.
Only the slight, physiological light trembling at the fingertips that could not be concealed, finally revealed a bit of the young man’s overflowing pain.
This was the experience Shu Baiqiu had concluded; compared to crying out in pain and panic, a monotonous and uninteresting reaction would make the other party lose interest faster, and end the harsh treatment as early as possible.
No one would stay interested in a puppet forever.
However, by the time his wounds on both hands were dealt with, and his right ankle was forced to be exposed in front of them, Shu Baiqiu still couldn’t hold it in, obviously shrinking back.
It revealed a sense of guard that had nowhere to hide.
He didn’t expect that the examination was unexpectedly not over yet.
It was just that Shu Baiqiu’s intention to dodge was completely useless.
It was because the other party fundamentally did not plan to ease up anymore.
“Don’t move.”
Fu Si’an directly grabbed hold of Shu Baiqiu’s right leg; the person in his arms was terribly thin—actually, even the calf wrapped in jeans could be easily encircled and held by one hand.
He folded up the slightly loose pant leg, exposing the young man’s ankle.
Beneath the disguise Shu Baiqiu tried his utmost to hide, on that slender ankle bone, it impressively showed through a patch of obvious red swelling.
The room was silent for a moment.
The young man’s excessively frail body trembled silently.
“This was not just sprained.”
Fu Si’an steadily made a deduction. He raised his eyes and said.
“At least half a day or more.”
This sentence, however, was not directed at Shu Baiqiu.
But to Luo Rong on the side.
Luo Rong paused, his already tall body standing even more stiffly straight, solemnly lowering his head.
“Apologies. Your subordinate failed in his duties, and did not discover it in time.”
Mr. Fu sent him to pick up the person. The other party was injured, yet he completely failed to notice.
No wonder… No wonder Mr. Xiao Shu had been walking so slowly before.
Luo Rong already looked fierce and cold; with him lowering his head to admit his mistake so solemnly, the surrounding atmosphere immediately became tense.
Belatedly, Shu Baiqiu was also affected by this tense atmosphere.
However, he didn’t know that this sense of oppression didn’t actually just appear.
From the moment it was learned that Shu Baiqiu hadn’t eaten for two days, and seeing with his own eyes him vomiting to the point of gastric spasms, a rough examination revealing injuries on both his hands and feet, holding him in his arms feeling like watching the person be blown away by the wind in the next second—
Certain dark and gloomy clouds had already been gathering for a long time.
The room was silent for an even longer moment before Fu Si’an’s thin, faint voice sounded.
“Be more attentive when doing things.”
These words were spoken without much emotion, sounding merely like a casual understatement.
However, it was as if it allowed the frozen flow of everything around them to finally resume once again.
“Yes, there won’t be a next time.”
Luo Rong responded with a solemn expression, his lowered fierce and cold face bearing uncompromised, bowed obedience.
Fu Si’an glanced at Shu Baiqiu in his arms and did not say anything more.
He never relied on speaking to discipline people; one sentence was already the upper limit.
Moreover, Fu Si’an could tell.
It was Shu Baiqiu who had deliberately hidden it himself.
Just like a cub living in a perilous and steep jungle.
Even if heavily injured, it wouldn’t dare expose its weaknesses and wounds in the slightest.
Fearing that the next second would invite more fatal danger.
At this moment, the person in Fu Si’an’s arms still had no movement and was extremely light.
It looked as if he wanted more to make himself transparent.
However, the palm circled around the young man’s calf did not retract as one would expect—Fu Si’an instead continued downward, grasping Shu Baiqiu’s ankle.
The nitrile gloves had already been taken off by Fu Si’an. His dry, warm palm was pressed directly against the slightly cool, pale white skin.
His technique wasn’t exactly gentle or slow, because he needed to make a preliminary assessment of the bone condition inside.
The person in his arms obviously cowered a bit, seeming to hurt terribly, his thin shoulders and spine beginning to tremble slightly.
It revealed a sense of helplessness visible at a glance.
Fu Si’an squeezed and pressed from the ankle to the calf; before he spoke, a movement suddenly came from his embrace.
The young man’s voice was soft and hoarse, as if he had mustered up all his courage before finally daring to speak to the person.
“Please, don’t break this leg… If it’s injured, it will become a burden to you…”
The illusion of calm he had tried his utmost to maintain was already shattered. Starting from knowing that Fu Si’an was not the expected doctor, the immense fear that had been suppressed and accumulated finally exploded entirely under the rebound.
Shu Baiqiu was still trying hard to speak, his clear and soft voice even carrying a bit of pleading.
“You can do it, somewhere else…”
These words were enough to make bystanders stunned.
The young man actually seemed to be begging the person to hit his other body parts.
Shu Baiqiu raised his eyes, his gaze hopeful, his long eyelashes still not completely dry, carrying a wet and clear expectation.
It made people see it in their eyes, yet it felt as if an invisible hand heavily pinched the soft flesh at the tip of their heart2A highly evocative phrase meaning to feel a sudden, sharp, and intense pang of empathy, heartache, or pity. It evokes a physical sensation of the heart being pinched., filling their mouth with sourness.
For a moment, even Luo Rong surged with an impulse, wanting to plead with the boss.
—For Shu Baiqiu to say this, someone must have deliberately tormented his wounds when he was injured.
However, in Shu Baiqiu’s vague and hazy vision, Fu Si’an’s handsome face did not have any fluctuations.
The pair of glasses he wore probably didn’t have a high prescription. The lenses were very thin, yet they seemingly erected an invisible barrier, opening up a chasm with others.
“I can leave your leg alone.”
The man’s voice was deep and gloomy, his tone mild and indifferent, without much sense of softening or comfort.
Just like Fu Si’an himself, making people directly feel sometimes that he was far more domineering than the tall and lean Luo Rong.
“Tell me when the foot started to hurt, whether the pain is continuous and uninterrupted, or if it only acts up when force is applied.”
“Speak clearly, and I will let go.”
—He was negotiating terms with Shu Baiqiu.
Shu Baiqiu was a bit stunned, seemingly surprised that he was let off so easily, and also seemingly hesitating and weighing it.
Fu Si’an indifferently let himself be looked at by him, his thin lip line curving slightly, a single sentence piercing through Shu Baiqiu’s suspicion.
“I keep my word.”
Fu Si’an had black hair and black eyes, bearing exactly the appearance of a noble young master with elegant and dignified features.
However, his eyelid folds were extremely deep, his brow bone prominent and handsome. The gaze behind the lenses slightly sinking down, revealing a sharp aura, a faint, aloof coldness.
A man with such bearing seemed to disdain lying.
“Yesterday… Night.”
Shu Baiqiu quickly gave a reply. In fact, he also clearly knew that he didn’t have any qualifications to make people wait.
The young man took a very shallow breath, trying to speak the words more clearly.
“Only when applying force, does it hurt.”
Hearing the answer, Fu Si’an glanced at Luo Rong, and Luo Rong immediately said.
“Mr. Xiao Shu arrived at the Fu residence this morning; last night, he was at his previous adopter, Gu Yifeng’s place.”
Shu Baiqiu did not make a sound again. It was indeed last night in that small room that his foot started to hurt after being pushed and shoved by Gu Yifeng.
The pressure on his ankle disappeared. The man holding him fulfilled his promise, retracting his hand and not touching it again.
However, Shu Baiqiu was a bit surprised.
He almost did not dare to believe that he was actually really let off.
“It should be a muscle sprain—nothing major with the bones.”
The man holding Shu Baiqiu still used that calm tone of objective statement.
“We will go take an X-ray later to confirm.”
Exactly at this time, Fu Si’an’s cell phone rang.
The man took out the cell phone from his coat pocket. Shu Baiqiu was still in his embrace, his slender and thin back affected by every little movement of the man.
Fu Si’an glanced at the screen, and only then was Shu Baiqiu finally placed down onto the sofa by him.
“Get him a coat, prepare to go to the hospital.”
Fu Si’an instructed Luo Rong, getting up and walking to the side hall.
The phone call was answered. It was exactly from Fu Si’an’s special assistant located in Shencheng.
“Boss? Have you arrived in Mingcheng?”
After returning to the country, Fu Si’an originally should have stayed in Shencheng for a week first; the incident happened suddenly, and he temporarily changed his itinerary. The remaining matters are still being handled by the special assistant.
“Yeah.” Fu Si’an was concise and comprehensive. “Send the daily reports and summaries to me at the originally scheduled time, I will handle the encrypted computer once it arrives via shipping. For the inspection in Shencheng, you continue to lead the team and execute according to plan.”
“Yes.”
The special assistant agreed—these were all originally set plans. He knew the boss wouldn’t delay work no matter where he was.
However, he didn’t expect that the boss would also add an extra sentence.
“Pass a message to the board secretary3Short for 董事会秘书 (Secretary of the Board of Directors). In corporate settings, this is a senior executive position handling high-level corporate governance and proxy duties for the board.—my return time might be delayed.”
During these days of Fu Si’an’s return to the country, the affairs over in North America were all being managed by the board secretary on his behalf.
The special assistant was stunned for a moment.
The boss had always planned rigorously, and rarely had temporary changes.
“Yes,” the special assistant responded, and asked cautiously, “Then regarding the matter of the forced marriage, does it need to be handled in advance?”
To affect the boss’s itinerary, it presumably should be this matter.
“No need.” Fu Si’an only said, “Have Assistant Team B come over—information needs to be gathered here.”
The special assistant replied yes, waiting for the boss to finish instructing, then immediately began to report information according to priority.
While listening to the work call, Fu Si’an stood by the side hall door, able to see Shu Baiqiu on the living room sofa at a single glance.
The night color was already deep, the sound of the wind outside the floor-to-ceiling windows heavier. The young man sat on the sofa with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapped in a temporarily found coat.
The black trench coat was more than just one size larger than Shu Baiqiu’s figure, wrapping him up entirely from shoulders to feet.
It only exposed a beautiful, pale face the size of a palm.
Beneath the deep and dense veil of night, the frail young man was like a lone sail on the night sea, a speck of starlight in the vast sky.
It was as if he would flutter and disappear if one wasn’t careful.
Fu Si’an looked at him, his jaw slightly raised. He gestured to Luo Rong and instructed.
“Find a wheelchair.”
To go to the hospital, the patient’s sprained foot should be moved as little as possible.
The special assistant on the other end of the phone similarly heard this sentence; although knowing this sentence wasn’t spoken to him, he hesitated for a moment, but still said.
“Boss, are you trying to break someone’s legs?”
Although he was somewhat surprised by the boss’s words, immediately after, the special assistant was already very seriously asking about the implementation plan.
“Do we need to dispatch an extra team of bodyguards over?”
Hearing this, Fu Si’an knew the other party misunderstood, and did not correct it either.
“No need.”
He smiled very faintly, the smile not reaching his eyes. Not even a hint of a smile could be heard from his voice, only carrying a bit of sluggish casualness.
“For the time being, we won’t need to use such easy methods.”
By the time the work call was finished handling, preparations for going out had also been completed over by the sofa.
Fu Si’an walked over, and re-examined the film-forming condition4Because Fu Si’an previously applied liquid band-aids to Shu Baiqiu’s hands, he is checking to make sure the liquid has successfully dried and “formed a film” to protect the cuts. of the injuries on Shu Baiqiu’s hands.
Shu Baiqiu kept his head down, not speaking, yet nearly a small half of his face was buried into the trench coat’s collar.
Fu Si’an naturally also perceived his movements.
Obviously, the ankle examination just now still left a bit of a shadow on the young man.
Luo Rong walked over while pushing a wheelchair provided by the hotel. After learning of the arrangement, without needing anyone’s help, Shu Baiqiu just sat on it by himself.
After sitting properly, the area below his eyes finally emerged a bit from the stacked collar.
Although his thin, pointed jaw was still buried inside the trench coat.
Amidst the movements, Shu Baiqiu’s elbow also accidentally bumped a button on the armrest.
The electric wheelchair beneath him immediately glided forward a short distance.
Shu Baiqiu lifted his elbow, and the wheelchair had already stopped.
He stared blankly at the armrest for a while, his pale white fingers quietly reaching over, and lightly pressed on that button for a moment.
However, the wheelchair’s brake release was not pressed simultaneously this time.
Therefore, Shu Baiqiu did not get to see the wheelchair move.
Shu Baiqiu raised his eyes and looked at Fu Si’an and Luo Rong; the two were discussing the matter of calling a car, and didn’t look over.
The young man lowered his head, and carefully pressed the forward button again.
Nothing happened.
Seeing that there was truly no movement, Shu Baiqiu finally retracted his hand. He blinked his lowered long eyelashes, and slowly shrank his fingertips back into the large trench coat cuffs.
Shu Baiqiu’s movements were actually very small in amplitude, very hard to perceive.
Only after Fu Si’an, who stood to the side, finished giving instructions to Luo Rong did his brow shift ever so slightly.
He didn’t say anything, only casting a deeply meaningful glance from an angle Shu Baiqiu couldn’t see.
He always felt it wasn’t an illusion.
Little friend Shu really wanted to drive the wheelchair away.
The kind where he speeds off the scene at 180 miles per hour.5“迈” (mài) technically comes from the English word “miles,” but in casual Chinese driving slang, it is universally used to mean km/h. Whether translated as 180 mph or 180 km/h, the phrase is a humorous, hyperbolic Internet slang expression for bolting away/escaping at lightspeed.
***
By the time they arrived at the hospital and did a preliminary examination, Fu Si’an’s previous deduction was also corroborated.
Shu Baiqiu’s right foot was indeed suffering from a muscle sprain, requiring bed rest, and his gastrointestinal tract was also exceptionally weak.
The examinations were done with Luo Rong taking Shu Baiqiu. Fu Si’an started getting busy on the way to the hospital, the phone calls or videos he answered never stopping the whole time. After arriving at the hospital and getting out of the car, he disappeared.
Waiting until the examinations were finished, it was already late at night. Due to moderate anemia and malnutrition, Shu Baiqiu was even kept there on the spot for IV fluids, prescribed anti-inflammatory medicine, and a large bottle of glucose.
Fortunately, Shu Baiqiu’s condition had not yet evolved into a stomach ulcer. However, with him vomiting so severely before, a bout of gastroenteritis was already obvious.
The IV needle had just been inserted into the back of his hand, when Shu Baiqiu’s body temperature flared up with a fever.
His consciousness burned into a chaotic haze. Shu Baiqiu lay on the clean and tidy hospital bed, his face even whiter than the color of the bed pillows.
His right foot was immobilized, wrapped with an elastic bandage, and on the back of his left hand receiving the IV, there were also two slightly bruised needle marks.
Due to the young man being excessively thin and his blood vessels too fine, they even specifically invited the head nurse to come in the end, and only then they finally found a blood vessel beside his thin wrist bone, accurately hitting the vein.
When the first bottle of fluid was a little less than half infused, Shu Baiqiu was already burning up so much his eye sockets were thoroughly red. His entire person became scalding hot.
However, he did not feel it was hard to endure.
On the contrary, Shu Baiqiu only felt accustomed to it.
Moreover, he even more so had a sense of peaceful reassurance.
It’s because having a fever and being sick meant being delirious.
No one would forcibly compel him to go touch stones at this kind of time.
The single patient room was exceptionally quiet, with only a desk lamp with soft, dim lighting left in the
In his grogginess, Shu Baiqiu’s eyelids were about to stick together several times.
However, he still forcefully opened his tear-blurred eyes, occasionally looking up at the IV drip bottle high above.
“I’m keeping an eye on the IV progress. If you’re tired, just rest.”
Luo Rong’s voice came from the side—he was still guarding the ward.
Shu Baiqiu’s damp eyelashes fluttered, his soft and hoarse voice still very quiet.
“Thank you…”
He seemed to always be polite like this.
It was just that when the IV bottle was about to be completely empty, the young man still propped himself up against the headboard to half-sit up, reaching out a painfully thin hand to press the nurse call button at the head of the bed.
Shu Baiqiu did not want to cause trouble for others.
He also could hardly bear the consequences of causing trouble for others.
And luckily, he didn’t have any more vomiting reactions, nor did he need to trouble anyone to take him to the restroom.
The fluid was changed to the second bottle. Because this one didn’t contain medication, it dripped a little faster.
By the time the infusion was finished, Shu Baiqiu could almost no longer even keep his eyes open.
Luo Rong hadn’t spoken the whole time. He waited until the nurse finished pulling the needle and helped Shu Baiqiu measure his temperature, and then he dimmed the desk lamp to the lowest and went outside the door.
The room became increasingly quiet and dim, almost able to pull someone into dreamland in a single second.
The groggy Shu Baiqiu shrank himself into the blanket. His fever had mostly subsided, but his reason wasn’t much clearer and his thinking was even slower.
Although he hadn’t figured out the other party’s temper, this time’s buyer seemed to not plan on beating him right from the start.
Even knowing it was an extravagant hope.
However, Shu Baiqiu still hoped that the day he got beaten could arrive a little later.
It was just that, he was hospitalized on the very first day he was bought.
Perhaps, the other party might get annoyed very soon…
Heavy exhaustion and the sour pain in his stomach repeatedly tore at his consciousness; Shu Baiqiu slept uneasily for quite a while.
Until an unknown time, the blanket covering his face was pulled down a bit. Shu Baiqiu groggily opened his eyes and saw Fu Si’an in front of him.
Without waiting for the other party to speak, Shu Baiqiu propped up his arms and half-sat up.
“You—” his voice was still astringent and hoarse. He coughed once before barely making his words clear. “You’re back.”
Fu Si’an’s hand holding the corner of the blanket paused, seeming not to have expected Shu Baiqiu’s reaction.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked.
Shu Baiqiu had an exhausted nasal tone, yet he spoke rigidly, “Does Mr. want to rest?”
His words didn’t answer the question, but Fu Si’an understood.
Shu Baiqiu didn’t dare to sleep.
Sitting up upon seeing him was probably also a reflexive body movement. In reality, the young man’s consciousness was already unclear.
It was merely instinctively wanting to avoid possible punishment.
“Sleep.”
The desk lamp was blocked by the man’s silhouette. In the dim night color, Fu Si’an’s face was not very clear, his expression even more hidden in the deep shadows.
Only his deep and steady voice spread out slowly in this quiet ward like a falling night curtain.
“Being sick requires rest.”
A not-so-heavy force fell onto Shu Baiqiu’s shoulder through the blanket, making his slender back stick back onto the bed.
“Everything is fine for tonight.”
Shu Baiqiu could almost no longer resist the overwhelming tiredness surging over him.
As if his body’s heavy anchor6A metaphorical phrase. Shu Baiqiu’s anxiety and fear were weighing his body down like an anchor; Fu Si’an’s reassurance effectively cut the chain, letting him drift to sleep. was truly released by the man’s words, his consciousness falling into the night sea, gently swaying with the warm, gentle tide.
However, the sudden throbbing pain from his stomach still made Shu Baiqiu frown slightly.
Then, the soft blanket rustled slightly, and a warm, large palm reached in.
“Stomach still hurts?”
The man’s inquiry instantly tightened his not-yet-fully-relaxed heartstrings. Shu Baiqiu subconsciously curled up, instinctively shaking his head and muttering in a low voice.
“I’m sorry…”
As a result, no deliberate pressing pain came to his fragile upper abdomen. Instead, a warmth suddenly gently covered the ache.
That electric hot water bag that had helped warm Shu Baiqiu’s hands during the IV earlier was turned back on and accurately placed on the spot where Shu Baiqiu’s pain was acting up.
“Why are you sorry?”
Fu Si’an’s voice sounded faintly, without much urging oppression, but rather like a casual night chat.
The attack of pain and the soothing of warmth made Shu Baiqiu’s consciousness even more groggy, his answer also much slower.
“I’m sorry, for causing trouble…”
His words were already akin to sleep talking.
“I didn’t touch the stone materials today either…”
“I have no interest in stones.”
The man’s voice lowered a fraction, seeming even further away, as gloomy, low, and slow as a lullaby.
Lulling one to sleep.
“I have no interest in hitting people either. I study medicine; when I see a patient, I only want to heal him quickly.”
The room gradually returned to silence, and no movement came from the hospital bed for a long time.
Fu Si’an thought the other party had finally fallen asleep and was about to leave.
However, he suddenly heard a sleep-like talking, low whisper.
“Have to get married… I’m sorry, I have no way, to like you… Can’t toge…”
The young man’s low, soft voice could already barely form a sentence. The last few syllables were even harder to distinguish, disappearing into the soft blanket.
The person on the bed couldn’t hold on and fell completely asleep.
In the deep, ambiguous clear night, only a silent silhouette beside the bed remained.
I’m sorry, for not liking you.
Fu Si’an gave a silent chuckle.
Quite honest, actually.
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