[143. Lied]

Cheng Qingxing tried hard to open his eyes and found it really difficult to breathe.

He was wearing a breathing mask, which was uncomfortable, but without it, he felt like he might pass out again.

"Doctor, doctor, he's awake!" The nurse's voice came from outside, "He's finally awake. I'll go inform Mr. Zheng right away."

"Wait a minute."

Cheng Qingxing raised his hand with great effort and made a weak sound.

The nurse noticed it immediately and rushed over to check his instruments. She found that everything was normal, so she asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No need to bother.....trouble Zheng Xuhe."

He spoke each word with difficulty, and the nurse breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Fortunately, he was not unwell, he just didn't want to see Zheng Xuhe.

"But Mr. Zheng has been helping to take care of you these past few days." The nurse whispered in his ear, "If we don't notify him, there will be no one else to notify."

Cheng Qingxing's mind was in a mess, but after hearing these words, he suddenly became much more sober.

It turns out that apart from Zheng Xuhe, no one has come to see me?

In fact, my childhood self also told him this in the dream.

Except Zheng Xuhe, no one was waiting for him to wake up.

He didn't say anything, so the nurse thought he was tired, so she said, "I'm going to go out first. If you need anything, just press the handle next to you and someone will come right over."

The nurse left after saying that, and then the doctor came over to check on him, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he was also ready to leave.

Cheng Qingxing was lying here, carefully observing everything around him. Everything around him was actually very similar to what he saw in his dream.

It’s so white that it’s a little scary. I can’t see what the future will look like, and I can’t see myself even more clearly.

While he was thinking, the door of the ward opened and Zheng Xuhe's figure appeared in his sight. To be honest, he was not surprised at all.

"It came...it came too quickly." He said weakly, "I thought...I thought I would have to wait for half an hour."

"If you can't speak, then don't say anything." Zheng Xuhe's tone was not very good, but Cheng Qingxing knew that he was concerned about him, so he laughed out loud.

But when I smiled just now, I felt pain in my waist. It seemed that the place was the wound. No wonder it hurt so much.

"If it hurts, don't laugh." Zheng Xuhe said helplessly, then sat beside him, looking at his pale face with a hint of heartache in his eyes, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Qingxing panted slightly, trying to adjust his breathing to make his voice sound less weak: "What have you done to me? I am able to come back alive thanks to you."

Zheng Xuhe sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that Cheng Qingxing would say this, so he didn't talk about it anymore. Instead, he stayed by his side, holding his slender wrist.

He gently stroked the back of Cheng Qingxing's hand. He was already thin, and now when he touched it, it felt like only bones were left.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up." Zheng Xuhe's voice sounded tired and miserable. "You will lie in this ward for the rest of your life."

Cheng Qingxing didn't answer immediately, but just glanced at him secretly.

Zheng Xuhe looks much older and has wrinkles on his face.

Cheng Qingxing was slightly stunned, and a trace of guilt and heartache surged in his heart.

He never thought that his coma would bring so much pressure and fatigue to Zheng Xuhe.

His eyes lingered on Zheng Xuhe's face. The new wrinkles and tired look made him feel painful.

"Zheng Xuhe..." Cheng Qingxing's voice became even weaker, but with a hint of determination, "You look... very tired."

But Zheng Xuhe didn't say anything, just kept staring at his hands.

There was a knock on the door. It was the secretary's voice, "Master Zheng, the company is——"

Zheng Xuhe waved to the secretary, signaling him to go out.

"Go ahead." Cheng Qingxing waved at him, thinking about pulling his hand back, "You can't do anything for me even if you're here."

Indeed, he is not a doctor or a nurse, and he certainly can't take care of him.

Even sitting here, the two of them actually had nothing to talk about.

"Don't delay your work because of me. It will make me even more uncomfortable."

Zheng Xuhe glanced at him without saying anything. Finally, he stood up and walked outside.

Looking at his back as he left, Cheng Qingxing actually breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zheng Xuhe were around, he would feel suffocated.

This feeling has existed for a long time, and because he was too good to himself, it made him feel suffocated.

He often chooses to avoid Zheng Xuhe's kindness because he has no way to make her feel happy.

In Cheng Qingxing's world, this world is equal. Whether it is love or work, everything should be mutual.

Zheng Xuhe was good to him, so he should respond equally to her. However, as he grew older, he realized that the world was not what he thought it was.

This world has been unfair from the beginning.

Capitalists control most things in this world, and Alpha wins from birth.

No matter how hard he tries, he can never compare to Zheng Xuhe, and cannot give Zheng Xuhe anything of equal value.

Letting go is his best option.

A week later.

"Mr. Cheng, what are you thinking about?" The nurse came in with the medicine. "The porridge has gone cold. I'll go heat it up for you."

Cheng Qingxing came back to his senses, looked at the abalone porridge in front of him, smiled and nodded.

Today he finally left the intensive care unit and went to the general ward, but this floor seemed particularly quiet. It was estimated that Zheng Xuhe had arranged a private ward for him.

"Ms. Nurse, can you give me my cell phone?" Cheng Qingxing asked tentatively.

"Your cell phone is not with us." The nurse said with a smile while heating up the porridge, "Wait for Mr. Zheng to come, and then you can ask him?"

Cheng Qingxing nodded, but didn't say anything more.

In fact, during those days in the intensive care unit, Cheng Qingxing felt something was wrong.

The nurses and doctors never talked to him about things outside. When Zheng Xuhe came to see him, he asked about the outcome of his handling of the matter, and Zheng Xuhe directly changed the subject.

Once, he even walked away.

This is a bit too strange. No matter from which angle I look at this matter, I would not be wrong. Zheng Xuhe did not say a word to me, which means that something else happened.

Is there anything that cannot be told to the person concerned?

"Will Zheng Xuhe come today?"

The nurse shook her head and replied uncertainly: "I don't know about that, but he should be here."

Cheng Qingxing raised his eyes to look at the nurse, who avoided his gaze, and subconsciously touched his nose.

She lied, she knew Zheng Xuhe would not come today.