Chapter 51 Chapter 51 All done?

Song Yucong pulled up his sleeves with a cold face. Under the incandescent light, the smooth lines of his muscles were covered with marks left by dense needle holes. Some of the needle holes were surrounded by purple. The skin of his arms was pale from excessive blood loss, like a cold corpse.

The doctor was used to it. After injecting him with the medicine, he waited silently for about half an hour, then kindly gave Song Yucong an eye patch and said, "Second Young Master, I'm going to start taking blood."

Song Yucong frowned, but didn't resist, accepting the disposable eye mask. The cold iodine wiped his skin, only separated from the blood vessels by a few thin layers of tissue. Before the sharp needle even penetrated, his arm began to tremble slightly.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and clenched his other hand into a fist. Song Yucong forced himself to suppress his fear until the needle pierced his body. He could clearly feel the blood flowing out, because such a thing had happened hundreds of times since he was born.

Until the doctor said "It's OK", Song Yucong suddenly threw away the eye patch and left without even looking at the needle filled with blood. The doctor was left saying in a panic: "Second Young Master! You need to press it with a cotton swab! Second Young Master..."

The matching results would take more than half a month to come out. Song Yucong sat in the VIP lounge, closed his eyes, and his breathing trembled uncontrollably while other doctors were treating his wounds.

That hypocritical beast Xu Jun had truly wanted to kill him, and his actions were brutal and ruthless. Song Yucong opened his eyes and sneered. Although he had promised Tao Ning that he would let Xu Jun go, he would definitely not let him off easily. A few million in compensation would be enough to bankrupt a family.

He would never let Xu Jun go so easily, his savior? Song Yucong didn't believe it at all, as long as he kept it a secret from that country bumpkin.

Until Tao Ning and the doctor came out, Song Yucong put on a sour face and asked, "Have you done everything?"

"Um."

Tao Ning looked at him. At this moment, Song Yucong had a bandage wrapped around his head, his arms were crossed, and there were several Band-Aids on his neck. Although he had a sour face, he looked a little pitiful.

...I don't know how Xu Jun is doing. Tao Ning didn't dare to ask. The doctor tremblingly told Song Yucong the result: "Young Master Tao's condition is currently under control, but the follow-up situation cannot be guaranteed, so we need to find a matching bone marrow for surgery as soon as possible. When you go back, you must take medicine on time, avoid fatigue, rest frequently, and consume more high-protein foods such as lean meat, fish, poultry, etc. Be careful to avoid high-fat meat, and eat a light diet. The most important thing is that there should be no wounds on the body..."

Tao Ning nodded obediently, while Song Yucong crossed his arms, looking impatient, but his ears kept moving. The person next to him was quick-witted and took a recorder to carefully write down the doctor's instructions.

After leaving the hospital, the driver took the two directly to the Song family's manor villa. The iron gate engraved with roses slowly opened. It had been a long time since Tao Ning had been here, and he was still very curious. But this time, when riding in the vehicle inside the villa, Song Yucong did not sit behind him, but sat next to him, but still did not even look at him as before.

Tao Ning didn't care. After walking around a garden, he arrived at the main courtyard. Standing at the door was Ayun, looking around. When he saw Tao Ning getting out of the car, he quickly walked over to her, "Master Tao! You're finally back..."

He was halfway through his words when he caught sight of Song Yucong, whose expression was icy, behind him, and was immediately frightened and stopped talking. Just as Tao Ning was about to respond to Ah Yun's words, an arm reached out and dragged him towards the restaurant without a word.

The servants and bodyguards behind him immediately gathered together and chattered in Cantonese:

"Oh, it seems that the Second Young Master's temper has become even worse."

"The master will be back soon, and there will be some commotion in the villa..."

"That's the child sponsored by the master, right? Why does he seem to have a good relationship with the Second Young Master?"

"To be able to be friends with the Second Young Master, he must be quite capable... Sissy, you're so lucky to be able to serve him."

The person who spoke pushed Ayun, and Ayun shrank back, his face turned pale and he lowered his head. In his heart, a wonderful person like Tao Ning, whether or not she became friends with Young Master Song, was always a star in the sky and a moon in the water that was out of his reach.

So the fact that Tao Ning remembers him...is enough to make Ayun happy for the rest of his life.

The restaurant in the Song family villa was just like when Tao Ning first arrived, with only a few people. This time, Mrs. Song was not there, only Song Yucong's eldest brother Song Heng was sitting in the main seat drinking tea. He raised his head, and his faint eyes fell on Song Yucong's arm, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, then his gaze fell on Tao Ning's face.

Tao Ning didn't feel anything when he first arrived, but perhaps because he had experienced so much, he suddenly felt that Song Heng's eyes made him very uncomfortable.

Because Song Heng looked at him not as if he were a living person, but as a commodity with useful value. Tao Ning felt a little uncomfortable and avoided his gaze.

Seeing this, Song Heng chuckled.

Song Yucong's face instantly turned cold, and he blocked Tao Ning behind him: "Song Heng, you are disgusting enough. You even show your ugly face while eating."

Song Heng tapped the teacup lightly, his expression unchanged, still smiling faintly, and his voice lacking any anger: "Yu Cong, mother is ill, you should come back early to visit her."

Song Yucong sneered, "She's made a will. Every cat and dog in her family can go to her grave, but I'm the only one who can't. Now that she's sick, you ask me to visit? Prosecutor Song, stop pretending to be a good person. It's disgusting."

After he finished speaking, he dragged Tao Ning directly to the second floor. At the last second before the elevator closed, Tao Ning saw from afar that Song Heng had a blank expression on his face, but gave her a slightly amused look.

There was a loud bang.

Song Yucong closed the door, sending the talisman flying from the impact, but it remained firmly affixed. Tao Ning sank into the sofa, watching Song Yucong use the pager to read off a series of dishes: Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, grouper, and other dishes, as well as supplements like bird's nest and ginseng. It was almost identical to the doctor's instructions at the hospital.

Song Yucong said impatiently, "Transfer the nutritionist from the other villa over here, and the one with the surname Gao, and ask him to go to Oxente and deliver the country bumpkin's medicine to the villa."

The servant on the other end of the pager hesitated: "Second Master...who is this country bumpkin you're talking about?"

I couldn't help but glance at the person on the sofa. The boy was already half asleep on the sofa. He slept very well, with his back leaning against the sofa with half of his arm as a pillow. His rosy lips were slightly open, and only half of his pale and thin face could be seen.

Song Yucong withdrew his gaze, his ears flushed unnaturally red, and he snorted coldly and said dryly, "Tao Ning."

"yes."

The servants worked very efficiently, and before long, a cart full of food was brought in. Song Yucong pushed Tao Ning awake: "You are sleeping like a pig. Are you the slave or am I the slave? Get up quickly."

Tao Ning woke up dazedly. He rubbed his eyes and saw a table full of delicious food. Song Yucong's threatening voice lingered beside him: "If a drop of oil falls on the carpet, you're dead."

Song Yucong had a vicious expression on his face, and Tao Ning said "Oh" in a daze.

But he didn't know that Tao Ning had a very bad habit: every time she ate, she not only ate slowly but also dropped rice grains on the table. Tao Ning knew this, so she ate even slower this time, fearing that she would drop rice on the floor.

Tao Ning only picked up a few grains of rice with his chopsticks, and ate only small greens. This dish of greens was cooked to his liking, with a crisp texture and a sweet taste.

Song Yucong seemed to dislike the way he ate. "Are you a snail or a sheep? Is it fatal to eat too fast? You only eat a few blades of grass."

He had called Tao Ning a snail before. Tao Ning was preoccupied and had been eating absentmindedly. He also didn't like some of the dishes, finding them fishy. In the face of Song Yucong's criticisms, he habitually ignored them and said "Oh" again.

With a clang.

Song Yucong put down his fork and crossed his arms. "If you don't finish your meal today, you won't be able to eat next time."

Tao Ning suddenly felt aggrieved. He was already exhausted and tired today, having been so worried the entire way. Not only was he unable to eat his favorite dishes, but he was also restricted in every way. He placed his chopsticks on the plate, stood up, and said, "I'm not eating anymore."

Song Yucong also stood up and said, "Tao Ning, don't forget what you said. Just try and see if you dare to step out of this room."

Xu Jun's sad eyes flashed through Tao Ning's mind. He stopped and sat back silently, lowered his head, and began to concentrate on eating. This time he ate very quickly, without stopping, and it seemed more like he was eating mechanically.

Song Yucong noticed something was wrong with him and grabbed Tao Ning's thin arm: "What are you doing?!"

But the person in his hand was incredibly stubborn. He didn't look up or pay any attention to him. He continued to eat with big mouthfuls, not even picking up any food. "Tao Ning! Stop it!"

Tao Ning ate too fast and swallowed the rice ball without chewing, which choked his throat. He couldn't help coughing, and his face, which was already pale, turned a sickly red. In the end, he even covered his chest and began to retch, and the carpet instantly became dirty.

Song Yucong's face quickly became panicked. He quickly took the water and handed it to Tao Ning. He patted Tao Ning's back, which was so thin that the bones were protruding, and said in a panic, "Are you sick, country bumpkin?! I didn't force you to eat. Who the hell are you eating like this for?!"

He quickly picked up the pager and asked someone to call the family doctor over.

Song Yucong was in a panic. He recalled the memory of the old doctor patting Tao Ning's back long ago, and imitated the old doctor, patting Tao Ning's back clumsily.

But Song Yucong had never served anyone before, so he patted her back with neither strength nor weakness. Tao Ning couldn't bear his strength, so she gasped, pushed her slender hands against his chest, and said weakly, "It hurts... Stop patting me."

Song Yucong grabbed his hand that was touching him randomly. His ears turned red but his face was sullen. He did not let go, but used very gentle force. "Stop talking nonsense. If you choke to death here, I will be the one who suffers."

Song Yucong didn't let go until Tao Ning stopped coughing. The family doctor also hurried over, as did the cleaning servants. The originally deserted room was instantly crowded with people, some cleaning the room, some treating Tao Ning... and some bearing Song Yucong's anger.

"Who cooks such terrible food? Don't you want to do this anymore?"

"The person who cooked just now was Chef Liu."

A servant trembled and said, "But Second Young Master... you praised Chef Liu before..."

A vicious glare glared at him, and the servant was instantly speechless. After examining Tao Ning, the family doctor reported to Song Yucong, saying that Tao Ning was very weak and his weight was abnormal. He needed to rest more and eat more, but there were no other problems. After that, he left.

The servants changed all the carpets and then bent down and left.

After hearing the doctor's instructions, Song Yucong remained silent with a sour face, as if he was lost in thought. He simply couldn't finish this meal, so all he could do was rest.

He still had gauze wrapped around his head, and because he didn't want the pillow to touch it, he didn't go to the bedroom. Tao Ning originally wanted to go back to his room to sleep and call Xu Jun to ask about the situation. But Song Yucong refused to let him go and said coldly, "Sleep here."

Tao Ning knew he couldn't resist the Second Young Master, so he just resigned himself to his fate and curled up on the sofa. He fell asleep quickly, and the room became completely quiet, with only the sound of Song Yucong's accelerated heartbeat to be heard.

He stayed there, staring at Tao Ning's sleeping face, snorted, then picked up Tao Ning and went to the bedroom, put him on his bed, took off his glasses with a sour face, and very clumsily took off Tao Ning's shoes, pants and other clothes.

But when taking off his clothes, Song Yucong's eyes flickered, and he only dared to secretly glance at the dazzling white skin of the person in his arms, and the boy's sleeping face with delicate features that looked like an angel.

Song Yucong looked away uncomfortably and snorted coldly: "Ugly."

After finally covering Tao Ning with the quilt, Song Yucong folded his arms and walked out of the room with a cold face. He took out the pager and ordered the servant to go to Tao Ning's bedroom and cover all sharp parts with cotton and sponge pads.

He pondered for a moment, then called a group of servants to the room to seal off the sharp points.

"Be gentle, don't let me hear your messy noises."

After giving his instructions, Song Yucong tossed the pager on the coffee table and returned to the bedroom. He walked straight to the sofa, folded his arms, and leaned back on it. However, the sofa was not very big, and Song Yucong was very tall, so it was a little uncomfortable to lie on it, and he couldn't put his feet there.

But he didn't make a sound, just frowned with a bad look on his face.

Not long after, the wall clock had just run half a circle when a soft, weak voice came from the bed: "Song Yucong..."

Song Yucong opened his eyes instantly and said fiercely: "I'm telling you, country bumpkin, you sleep terrible. You were the one who sleepwalked into my bed just now..."

".......I have a stomach ache."