Chapter 55. Restoration

After a few days, the courtyard of his home had been completely transformed, and Song Huai almost didn't recognize it.

In what was once a desolate courtyard, a vast sea of ​​deep blue roses now blooms, their petals swaying gently in the breeze, and many butterflies fluttering among the flowers.

The colors of the flowers blended seamlessly with the azure sky, and for a moment, Song Huai couldn't tell whether he was in heaven or on earth.

Not long ago, on New Year's Eve, the blue rose that bloomed in the night sky for him was just as beautiful.

However, Song Huai only paused in the courtyard for a moment, then, as if he hadn't seen anything, he went into the house without looking back.

Bai Xiao's expectant gaze dimmed instantly, but he had no time to feel disappointed. He followed closely behind Song Huai and entered the house.

This time, Song Huai wanted to go home early. Bai Xiao thought about it over and over again, but he always felt a heavy weight on his heart and was worried. In the end, he simply invited an entire medical team to come to his home to take care of Song Huai. At the same time, he also built a rehabilitation room at home for Song Huai to carry out rehabilitation training for his right hand.

Since officially taking over the Bai family business, Bai Xiao's daily workload has become increasingly heavy. Even though he has tried his best to delegate tasks to his subordinates, there are still many unfinished tasks that he, as the chairman, needs to do personally.

So every few days, Bai Xiao had to suppress the urge to quit and go to the company full of resentment. Whenever this happened, Bai Xiao wished he could dig his workaholic father out of the ground and make him go back to Bai's to continue working in his place.

"Are you coming or not?" Song Huai glanced at the clock, looking helpless.

Bai Xiao said she was going out ten minutes ago, but she's still hesitating and lingering at the door, not knowing what she's going to do.

Today is the day Song Huai officially begins rehabilitation. Bai Xiao, like an old father sending his child to school for the first time, is extremely worried and, disregarding the upcoming negotiations, meticulously explains everything to Song Huai:

"You should eat more at lunch. I'll ask Aunt Liu how much you ate tonight." Aunt Liu was the nanny Bai Xiao hired to prepare nutritious meals for Song Huai.

"Um."

"Also, this is your first rehabilitation session today, so don't rush it, take it slow. The doctor said your training needs to be gradual, you know?"

"Also, if you're going into the yard, wear several layers of clothing. Even though the temperature isn't low this season, it's actually quite windy outside..."

Song Huai interrupted him impatiently, "Yeah, I know. If you don't leave now, you'll really be late." Song Huai had heard Bai Xiao say these words at least eight or ten times in the past few days, and his ears were already calloused.

"...Then I'm off. I'll be back by 6 p.m. at the latest." Bai Xiao glanced at the time; it seemed she really had to leave.

Bai Xiao reluctantly stepped one foot out of the door, but then immediately pulled it back in.

He turned around and looked at Song Huai expectantly, almost as if he was about to wag his tail behind him.

Song Huai understood, smiled, walked up to Bai Xiao, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "Can we go now?"

Now... now Bai Xiao is even less willing to leave.

But he couldn't help it. If he was late for the negotiations again today, those old guys on the board would probably start nagging him endlessly. But how could he blame himself? He could only blame the fact that time had been passing by too quickly lately.

Finally, under Song Huai's watchful gaze, Bai Xiao reluctantly left the house.

As soon as Bai Xiao left, the smile on Song Huai's face vanished.

He stood by the window, watching intently as Bai Xiao's car drove into the distance until it disappeared on the horizon. His eyes held a lingering affection, a far cry from his previous indifferent demeanor.

After a long while, Master Kangfu came up behind Song Huai and reminded him, "Mr. Song, we should begin."

Song Huai then came to his senses and nodded at him: "Let's begin."

Song Huai's right wrist was completely broken, his palm suffered a penetrating injury, and his nerves were damaged, which affected the movement of his entire right arm. During this period, Song Huai had to put in a lot of effort to move his right arm slightly, and he would feel excruciating pain as soon as he moved his right hand even slightly.

The rehabilitation therapist had seen far more serious injuries than this before, but this was the first time he had ever seen a patient like this.

Unlike other patients who either cried or shouted, he was unusually quiet.

The rehabilitation therapist knew exactly how much pain the wrist rotation movement would cause this patient. When rehabilitation first started, many patients would cry out and yell that they wanted to give up because they couldn't bear the pain. But this patient not only didn't cry out, he didn't even utter a sound. He repeated the same movement again and again. Occasionally, when he couldn't bear it anymore, he would only groan. If it weren't for the cold sweat on his forehead and his pale face, the rehabilitation therapist would really think that this patient had no sense of pain.

The therapist couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he brought a glass of warm water to the patient's side. "Mr. Song, if you really can't stand it, you can rest for a while."

Song Huai took the water, took a small sip, and forced a smile at him, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, "Thank you, it's okay."

"But……"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Huai walked back to the equipment, raised his right arm, and began training.

Pain may be contagious, and the rehabilitation therapist's heart clenched with each movement of the patient.

Although it was his first time meeting this patient, he was not unfamiliar with him. He knew that the patient was a pianist and had a young daughter who loved the piano. The man in front of him was his daughter's favorite pianist. His daughter's room was filled with his posters and CDs. She also insisted that Song Huai was her favorite pianist in her life. This little brat kept saying "forever." When he heard this, he just found it funny.

He hadn't quite understood what losing his right hand meant for a pianist before, but now he seemed to be able to glean some insight from the endless sorrow in the patient's eyes.

The rehabilitation therapist seemed to understand a little. The reason why this patient was able to be so calm during rehabilitation was not because he had a dulled sense of pain, nor because he had extraordinary endurance, but simply because the physical pain was insignificant compared to the pain he was enduring.

Song Huai kept lifting the instrument in his hand, and a sense of anxiety gradually spread in his heart. His right hand seemed to have some nerve that was out of control, and it was like a rusty machine, stiff and sluggish, unable to operate.

These past few days, no one has spoken about his right hand. Even Bai Xiao has repeatedly emphasized to him that his hand will definitely get better. He was truly deceived by these appearances and thought that his right hand was nothing serious. He believed that after a while, he would be able to play the piano freely again.

Little did they know that even the most beautiful lies will eventually be exposed, and an illusion is ultimately just an illusion.

Today, the moment his hand touched the instrument, he sensed something was wrong. A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him. His right hand was no longer the incredibly nimble right hand that used to be on the piano keys. Now, even the most basic grasping motion was extremely difficult for it.

He realized almost immediately that his right hand would probably never be able to recover.

Yes, he should have known long ago. The reluctance in Qiu Wu's expression when he visited him, Liu Weitian's subtle attempts to change the subject whenever he mentioned the piano, and Bai Xiao's cautious tone...

Even though everything was so obvious, he still pretended that he knew nothing.

It turns out that the biggest liar was himself; he had even fooled himself.

Song Huai's movements became faster and faster, and countless pains instantly took over his mind, penetrating into every bone, every drop of blood, and every cell in his body.

"Mr. Song, you need to slow down. You won't be able to handle such a high intensity right from the start!"

Kang Fushi repeatedly reminded him, his tone growing increasingly anxious, but Song Huai ignored him.

Only when the body experiences sufficiently intense pain can it stop the brain from functioning and cease thinking about anything else.

Suddenly, everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Song!"

"Quick! Help him to a chair!"

A deafening roar filled Song Huai's ears, and he could only faintly hear the frantic calls of the medical staff around him.

After a while, the buzzing in Song Huai's ears finally stopped, and his eyes regained their clarity. He took a sip of water and moistened his already chapped lips.

He raised his head and stared straight at Dr. Kang, his voice holding the last glimmer of hope, "Dr. Zhang, I can still play the piano in the future, right?"

The therapist opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by countless pebbles, and he couldn't make a sound—he couldn't tell the truth to this patient, but his professional ethics wouldn't allow him to lie.

However, silence itself is also an answer.

Song Huai understood, gave a bitter smile, and secretly mocked himself for asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Song Huai stopped dwelling on the previous question and pleaded, "Don't tell Bai Xiao about what just happened or the question I asked you. Just tell him that today's treatment went smoothly, okay?" Anyway, he would be leaving soon, so there was no need to worry Bai Xiao at this time.

The therapist hesitated. Logically, he shouldn't have lied to his employer, but... he had already disappointed the patient once, and he didn't want to disappoint him a second time.

He slowly said, "Okay."

Song Huai said sincerely, "Thank you."

After resting for a while, Song Huai stood up, wanting to continue training.

He was completely exhausted, yet he still felt it wasn't enough. How could he possibly withstand this level of training?!

Master Kang quickly stopped him, pressed him back into his seat, and said with a hint of anger, "Mr. Song, you can't practice anymore. Today's training ends here!"

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