Chapter 51. Bai Xiao: Waaaaah, my wife won't talk to me anymore.

My bones felt like they were falling apart, dull, aching and sore.

It was this aching pain that told him he was still alive.

His mouth was parched, his throat felt like it was on fire, and he wanted to sit up and pour himself a glass of water.

"hiss!"

The moment he moved, a piercing pain exploded in his chest. He gasped for breath and fell back onto the bed.

Looking down, he saw that his chest was wrapped in a thick bandage.

What's wrong?

His head was throbbing with a sharp, stabbing pain, as if it contained memories he didn't want to recall.

After being stunned for a long time, the memories before he fell into a coma finally returned to Song Huai's brain bit by bit.

He was kidnapped by Bai Zhang, who then broke his wrist and stabbed his palm with a knife, while he slit Bai Zhang's throat with a shard of glass.

His...his hand...

He then realized that his entire right palm and wrist were covered in a cast.

Song Huai tried to raise his right arm, but as soon as it left the bed, it fell limply to the ground.

Instantly, his whole body felt ice-cold.

Unwilling to give up, he tried a second time. This time, he only raised his elbow two inches before it fell back onto the bed.

The third time, the fourth time...

The result remained the same.

Song Huai frowned in pain; it wasn't just his right hand, but something even more terrible had happened in that warehouse.

Bai Zhang's voice echoed in his ears like a persistent ghost:

"How pitiful, you and Bai Xiao don't even know the real cause of Song Boyu's death..."

"I had my men tamper with that car..."

"Your brother was unlucky too, dying such a tragic death..."

It turns out that Song Boyu's accident was not caused by drunk driving, but was deliberately murdered by Bai Zhang!

His younger brother was killed by Bai Xiao's uncle. He had a bright future ahead of him, but he died so casually in the power struggle of this family—just like a leaf falling from a branch in the wind and scattering to the ground.

Song Huai's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and countless resentments surged up, blocking his chest, with nowhere to vent them.

He mustered a strength from who-knows-where, raised his right arm high, and slammed his plaster-covered hand heavily onto the bed sheet.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his right hand, which quickly took over his mind, leaving him no time to think about anything else.

This excruciating pain actually brought Song Huai a faint sense of pleasure, so he raised his right arm again and slammed it hard onto the bed.

Song Huai was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat and his whole body was trembling slightly.

But he continued to hammer his hands tirelessly, like a machine...

When Bai Xiao pushed open the door and came in, before she could even be overjoyed at Song Huai's awakening, she saw him smashing his already severely injured right hand as if he were harming himself.

"What are you doing?!" Bai Xiao dropped the bag he was carrying to the ground. He immediately rushed to the bedside, grabbed Song Huai's right arm tightly, and made him unable to move.

Song Huai tried to break free from Bai Xiao's hold, but no matter how hard he tried, Bai Xiao's hand remained as still as a rock.

"I'm asking you," Bai Xiao said, her eyes wide with anger, her teeth clenched, managing to squeeze out a few words with great difficulty, "What are you doing!"

Song Huai was in a coma for five days. On the third day, the doctor announced that he was out of danger and he was finally transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.

When the doctor announced the news, the tension that had been building up in Bai Xiao's mind for several days finally eased. He immediately lost his balance and needed to lean against the wall to stay upright.

During the days Song Huai was in the ICU, family members were not allowed to visit him in the ward. Bai Xiao could only look on through the glass and wait anxiously. From that distance, he could only confirm that Song Huai was still alive by looking at the constantly changing electrocardiogram on the screen.

After being transferred to a regular ward, Bai Xiao set up a makeshift bed next to Song Huai's bed and watched over him day and night. However, as the day passed, Song Huai still showed no signs of waking up. Bai Xiao had no choice but to reach out his finger again and again to feel the faint breaths on Song Huai's nose. Only when he felt this way could he truly relax.

That day, Bai Xiao rushed home, took a quick shower, grabbed some of Song Huai's usual personal items, and hurriedly returned to the hospital.

Upon returning to the ward, he witnessed this scene.

Song Huai glanced at Bai Xiao indifferently for a moment, then turned his head away and ignored him.

Bai Xiao was furious and wanted to reprimand Song Huai a few more times, but the most urgent matter was Song Huai's right hand, so he had to press the call button to summon the doctor.

In just a short while, the cut on Song Huai's palm reopened, bleeding again. The doctor, with a dark face, reapplied the medicine and bandaged Song Huai. After finishing, he berated Bai Xiao: "How did you take care of the patient? The patient can't take any more stimulation right now. If these hands are subjected to this again, they'll be completely ruined!"

Even though Bai Xiao is usually decisive and authoritative at the company, he could only lower his head and listen to the doctor's scolding like a primary school student. After the doctor finished scolding him, he still bowed and scraped as he saw the doctor out of the ward, saying, "Yes, yes, I will definitely pay attention next time."

Throughout the entire process, Song Huai kept his head turned to look out the window, remaining silent as if none of it concerned him.

After closing the door, Bai Xiao took a deep breath and forced a smile. "You're finally awake. You have no idea how scared I was; you were unconscious for five days and five nights."

Song Huai remained silent, staring intently out the window, motionless, seemingly oblivious to what was so interesting outside.

Bai Xiao bent down, picked up the bag that had just fallen, took out the contents and arranged them one by one: Song Huai's water cup, toothbrush, towel... He even brought a potted succulent from Song Huai's room.

“You’ll probably have to stay in the hospital a while longer. This is your favorite little succulent. I’ll put it here. Is that alright?” Bai Xiao placed the succulent on the windowsill and looked at Song Huai expectantly.

This time, Song Huai simply closed his eyes.

Bai Xiao didn't understand why Song Huai was so resistant to him. He rubbed the hem of his clothes, at a loss, and stared blankly for a long time before giving a dry laugh, "Are you... thirsty? Do you want some water?"

As he spoke, Bai Xiao filled half a cup with water he had just brought from home. He tested the water temperature and found it too hot, so he added some cold water.

He held the water glass to Song Huaishui's side, his voice pleading, "Have some, your lips are all chapped..."

After waiting for a long time, Song Huai still kept his eyes closed, as if Bai Xiao were just a wisp of air.

“…Okay, you go to sleep first,” Bai Xiao put a water glass on the bedside table. “I’ve put the water here, remember to drink it when you wake up.”

"I...I won't bother you anymore, you should get some rest."

Bai Xiao gazed longingly at Song Huai, turning back every few steps as she left the ward.

"Click!" The door lock made a crisp sound as it closed.

Song Huai opened his eyes and, enduring the pain, sat up.

He struggled to raise his right arm to reach the cup on the bedside table.

Unexpectedly, his hands were as limp as cotton, and he was completely unable to lift the water glass.

He gripped the cup tremblingly, and soon a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

Before I knew it, the cup fell to the ground, shards of glass scattering everywhere, and water spilled all over the floor.

The ward door was suddenly opened, and Bai Xiao appeared in the doorway looking anxious.

Bai Xiao didn't leave the ward immediately after leaving. Instead, he sat at the door for a long time, hesitating. He didn't know how to tell Song Huai about his right hand. He... couldn't bring himself to say it.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the ward, which startled Bai Xiao so much that she almost lost her mind and jumped up to go back to the ward.

Bai Xiao looked at the glass and water stains all over the floor, then at Song Huai's outstretched right hand, and instantly understood what had happened.

He silently took a broom and sweeper, swept up the glass shards on the ground, and after making sure there were no glass fragments left, he used a mop to clean up the water on the ground.

Throughout the entire process, Song Huai stared blankly at his hands.

Seeing Song Huai's expressionless face, Bai Xiao frowned, looking worried.

Even if Song Huai could just cry his heart out, he's acting like this, which makes people worry.

"Song Huai," Bai Xiao finally spoke after a long hesitation, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely find the best doctor and do everything I can to heal your hand..."

Although the doctor said that it was almost impossible for Song Huai's hand to regain the sensitivity it had before the injury, Bai Xiao still held onto a sliver of hope.

Song Huai lowered his eyes, staring motionlessly at his hands, lifeless like a living dead man.

"Don't be like this, Song Huai..." Bai Xiao's heart ached, and his voice choked with emotion, "Please say something, okay?"

Bai Xiao looked at Song Huai with hopeful anticipation, hoping he would give her some kind of response.

Song Huai slowly lay back on the bed, turned over, turned his back to Bai Xiao, and closed his eyes.

Bai Xiao's eyes dimmed completely. With no other choice, he tucked Song Huai in, then brought a stainless steel cup, poured half a cup of water, placed it on the bedside table, and left the ward again.

All afternoon, Song Huai lay on the bed, his eyes half-open, staring at the white ceiling, too lazy to even move a finger. It was unclear what he was thinking.

When it was time to eat, Bai Xiao returned to the ward with a lunchbox.

Upon entering, Bai Xiao first glanced at the water glass on the bedside table—the water inside was still full. His heart sank, but he didn't say much. He simply called out softly, "Song Huai, dinner's ready. The porridge at this shop used to be your favorite."

Bai Xiao opened the lunchbox, and immediately, the aroma of rice filled the entire ward. The rice inside was plump and translucent, and it was also decorated with bright green vegetable leaves. The ingredients were so simple, but for some reason, they smelled so good.

Bai Xiao scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Song Huai's lips.

Song Huai frowned, feeling nauseous at the smell, and turned his head away.

Bai Xiao held the spoon to Song Huai's mouth, "Song Huai, this won't do. You should at least eat something."

"If you don't have a good appetite, then eat less, just a couple of bites, okay?"

"Song Huai, be good, eat a little, okay..."

Song Huai simply shook his head slightly and then made no further reaction.