Chapter 21. Bai Xiao: Waaaaah, is there a medicine for regret in this world?

When Bai Xiao woke up the next morning, Song Huai was still in his arms.

He looked at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling completely lost.

The next moment, he remembered that crazy night from the previous day.

He kissed Song Huai passionately, as if he wanted to devour her whole, while Song Huai wept incessantly beneath him…

Thinking of this, Bai Xiao smacked his head hard and cursed himself inwardly, "What kind of mess have I made?!"

Bai Xiao frowned, staring at the boy in his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions—since it had already happened, he naturally had to take responsibility…

Bai Xiao gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Song Huai's forehead; traces of tears from the previous night were still visible at the corners of his eyes.

His eyes softened, and his heart melted away without him even realizing it.

Suddenly, Bai Xiao sensed something was wrong. Song Huai's body was burning hot, as if he were on fire, and even his breath was intensely hot. Looking closer, Bai Xiao saw that Song Huai's face was deathly pale; he showed no signs of life.

Bai Xiao's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly. He shook Song Huai's body and shouted, "Song Huai! Song Huai!"

Song Huai did not react at all.

Bai Xiao abruptly pulled back the covers, revealing a gruesome sight: patches of red and white on the sheets. Song Huai was curled up, his hands clutching his abdomen, his brow furrowed, clearly enduring immense pain.

Bai Xiao's anxious voice was already tinged with a sob: "Song Huai, don't scare me..."

No sooner said than done, Bai Xiao scooped up Song Huai in her arms and carried him to the car, preparing to head to the hospital.

On the way, Bai Xiao called the hospital while driving, asking them to prepare for surgery immediately.

Bai Xiao ran two red lights, but luckily there weren't many cars on the street that early in the morning, and she finally arrived at the hospital within ten minutes.

Watching Song Huai being carried into the operating room on a stretcher, Bai Xiao realized that his legs were so weak he could barely stand, and his heart was pounding.

Bai Xiao walked to the chair next to the operating room and slowly sat down. He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his pain.

When was the last time he was this scared? Bai Xiao had no recollection. Even when the company's stock price dropped by ten points for several days in previous years, he had never been this scared.

All he knew was that when he saw Song Huai on the verge of death this morning, he felt as if the world was collapsing, as if he were about to lose the most precious treasure in the world. If something really happened to Song Huai, he would never be able to forgive himself.

Every minute and every second Bai Xiao waited for Song Huai's surgery felt like her heart was being roasted on fire.

After a long while, the light was turned off, and the operating room door was opened.

Chen Mingqing walked out with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

Bai Xiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped up from her seat, strode over to the doctor, and asked, "How is he now?"

Chen Mingqing stared coldly at Bai Xiao, his voice carrying a hint of chill, "High fever caused by inflammation, plus a perforated stomach." He sneered and continued, "The patient already had a long history of stomach ulcers, and yesterday he probably suffered some kind of stimulation, which directly led to the perforation of the stomach."

The names of these diseases pierced Bai Xiao's heart. He pressed for an answer: "Is Song Huai still alright? Is his life in danger?"

"The doctors have done everything they can. Only after tonight can the patient be considered to have escaped with his life." Chen Mingqing sighed and said, "Bai Xiao, you'd better pray that Song Huai will be alright. Song Huai is Song Boyu's most beloved brother. You wait and see, otherwise Boyu will never forgive you in the afterlife."

Bai Xiao lowered his eyes, filled with remorse. He stammered, "I was wrong. Last night, I don't know... why I..." He slumped back into his chair, clutching his head in anguish, "I was really wrong."

Early this morning, to Chen Mingqing's surprise, he saw Song Huai at the hospital, who was barely breathing. He was furious. The last time Song Huai came to see him for treatment, although he was weak, he was still lively and energetic. How could he have been reduced to this state in just a few days?!

But seeing Bai Xiao's heartbroken and miserable expression, he opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything more hurtful.

He returned to the ward and gazed at Song Huai, who was fast asleep and receiving an IV drip, and felt a moment of disorientation.

Chen Mingqing could see how much Song Boyu cherished his older brother Song Huai.

Back then, Song Boyu was a lively and cheerful young boy. He constantly talked about Song Huai, and two out of every three sentences revolved around him. He spent all his savings at an auction, buying a ruby ​​necklace for a hefty sum, simply because he felt it suited his brother perfectly. He spent a long time and effort searching for a piano, and finally, after much pleading and cajoling with a collector, he managed to buy back the piano his brother had longed for…

If Bo Yu saw Song Huai's current appearance, he would probably go completely insane.

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Song Huai had a very long dream. He dreamt that when he was fifteen years old, he had a high fever due to the flu and was admitted to the ICU. The doctor said that whether he could live or not depended entirely on his own fate.

He was in a daze every day, and the only thing he remembered was that there was always a hand holding his hand tightly.

One day, he finally woke up, and the first thing he saw was Song Boyu.

For some reason, Bo Yu's hair was wet. When he saw himself open his eyes, his eyes, which had been listless for many days, suddenly lit up. But the next second, he lowered his head and cried, "Song Huai... I knew you wouldn't die... You can't die..."

Song Huai was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this. He spoke weakly, his voice barely audible: "Little brat, don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'dead'..."

From childhood to adulthood, Song Huai had always been dissatisfied with his younger brother, Bo Yu, but this time, Bo Yu didn't argue with his older brother. He held a talisman and placed it reverently by the hospital bedside, saying proudly, "This is a peace talisman blessed by Buddha. I've already spoken to Buddha, and he will protect Song Huai and keep him safe."

Song Huai was speechless. He didn't know when his younger brother had become a Buddhist. This brother, who was only two years younger than him, had always been so naive.

Although he complained about the amulet, Song Huai kept it close to his body for over ten years.

But then the scene shifts, and Song Boyu appears in front of Song Huai. He stares at Song Huai with a mournful expression, "Brother, I've been so good to you, why did you have to take Bai Xiao from me!"

Song Huai opened his mouth to explain, but found that he had nothing to explain. Since the matter had already happened, there was no way to refute it.

Seeing that Song Huai couldn't explain himself, Song Boyu turned to leave, ignoring Song Huai's desperate pleas.

"Bo Yu!"

As all the images faded away, Song Huai suddenly opened his eyes.