Chapter 229 Coach Xing, I am already your ex-wife

"Xing Yu!" Wen Xi rushed over, his shoes tapping rapidly on the floor.

Xing Yu's face was as white as paper, and his lips were an abnormal bluish purple.

He curled up into a ball, as if he was very cold, and couldn't stop shivering, as if countless ice knives were scratching his body...

Wenxi knelt beside him, and her skin felt cold when his fingertips touched it.

"Xing Yu, are you okay?"

Xing Zhonghua was brought back to his senses by Wenxi's voice. He strode forward and helped Xing Yu up: "Asshole!"

He cursed, but his movements were rarely gentle. He carefully avoided his left leg and placed him on the sofa.

"What happened? Didn't he undergo detoxification treatment? Why did it happen again?" He turned to ask Wenxi, his eyes filled with worry.

Wenxi had already turned and rushed into the room. Now she hurried back with the medicine bottle and water cup, and expertly poured out two pills. "The dose he was injected with was too high, and the toxins in his body weren't completely cleared. He won't be completely detoxified that quickly."

She held Xing Yu's neck and helped him take the pills.

Xing Zhonghua stared at the medicine bottle in her hand, his brows knitted into knots: "What did you give him to eat?"

"Drug replacement medication. Methadone and buprenorphine." Wenxi explained, "Drug addiction is incredibly painful. From skin to bones, it feels like ants gnawing at you, like being burned by fire or pierced by ice. In short, it's worse than death... Taking this medication can alleviate that..."

Xing Zhonghua stood beside the sofa, his figure looking a little hunched.

He looked at Xing Yu, who was shaking all over and looking uncomfortable, and suddenly he didn't know where to put his hands. He could only watch helplessly as Wen Xi took care of him.

But he kept talking: "Look, it's all Lin Yan's fault!"

"Get... out..." A broken voice came out from between Xing Yu's teeth, with a heavy nasal tone.

Wenxi gave Xing Zhonghua a look, signaling him to step aside first.

Xing Zhonghua, like a lit firecracker, suddenly raised his voice: "I'm your father! What are you doing?"

He stiffened his neck and clenched his jaw, but when his eyes swept over Xing Yu's pale face, his heart softened.

Wenxi sighed, feeling that Xing Zhonghua was sometimes like a child: "Uncle Xing, you go back first. I'll take care of Xing Yu."

Xing Zhonghua took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He glared at Xing Yu, turned around and strode towards the door.

Just before closing the door, he uttered a harsh remark: "If you had listened to me and not gotten involved with that Lin Yan, none of this shit would have happened!"

The door slammed shut, and the living room instantly became quiet, leaving only the sound of Xing Yu's heavy breathing.

His convulsions gradually subsided, but the sweat on his forehead continued to come out.

"Xing Yu, if you feel uncomfortable, just scream out, don't hold it in."

Xing Yu closed his eyes, with water droplets hanging on his eyelashes, he couldn't tell whether they were sweat or tears.

He shook his head, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

After a long period of suffering, Xing Yu's breathing finally stabilized and the trembling of his body stopped.

This time, it was already early morning when I finally got over the drug addiction.

Xing Yu was not sleepy and leaned exhaustedly against the head of the bed.

Wenxi walked in holding a cup of electrolyte water. Seeing that he had his eyes open, staring at the snowflakes outside the window, his eyes were as empty as a bottomless well, her heart skipped a beat.

She placed the water on the bedside table and said, "Xing Yu, drink this. Replenishing electrolytes can help maintain a stable internal environment."

Xing Yu turned his head and his eyes fell on her face, but his eyes were unfocused.

"I'm going to a drug rehabilitation hospital tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work during this period."

"No." Wen Xi refused without hesitation: "You just had your third leg surgery and can't take care of yourself at all. It's not convenient for you to go to the hospital. You have to wait until your leg is fully recovered."

Xing Yu: "He's already half dead, it doesn't matter."

Wenxi was speechless.

All that was left on his face was numbness and negativity.

More than a year of suffering from illness and repeated drug addiction have already worn him down beyond recognition.

There was only dead silence.

I can't go on like this...

"Xing Yu, everything will be fine." Wen Xi encouraged him: "Your leg injury will heal, and you can kick your drug addiction. Everything will be back on track."

"Go out." Xing Yu closed his eyes, his voice filled with fatigue: "I'm tired."

Wenxi wanted to say something, but seeing that he refused to communicate, she swallowed her words back.

"Okay, go to bed early. Remember to drink some water, and call me if you need anything."

The door was closed gently, and Xing Yu turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness.

After a while, he fumbled to pick up the cell phone under the pillow.

The light from the screen shone on his face, and his fingers unconsciously slid across the screen.

When he clicked on the pinned dialog box on WeChat, he noticed that her profile picture had changed.

There used to be a locust tree with lush branches and leaves, full of greenery.

But now, it has turned into a vast expanse of snow, the monotonous white and the emptiness make people feel uneasy.

He clicked on the new avatar, enlarged the screen with his fingers, and stared at the dazzling white.

A drop of scalding liquid hit the screen without warning, leaving a small stain.

I didn't cry when my legs were broken, and I didn't cry when I was in excruciating pain from the drug addiction. But when I looked at this portrait of Xue, I couldn't stop crying.

He faced the screen and opened his mouth.

"Ayan... spring will be here soon..."

"You have to get better and better..."

…

When I woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

Xing Yu hadn't regained consciousness yet, and he felt the edge of the bed sink slightly.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar figure appeared in his pupils.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes red, staring at him without blinking.

Xing Yu was stunned for two seconds, thinking he was dreaming. He propped himself up with his hands and sat up, tentatively touching her cheek with his fingertips.

A warm touch came, with real temperature.

Not a dream!

He was about to withdraw his hand, but she grabbed it.

Xing Yu frowned and looked at her. Just as he was about to ask her why she was here, Lin Yan punched him in the chest.

He groaned, and before he could react, the second and third punches followed. The force was not strong, but it was filled with grievance and anger...

Until finally, her fists became weaker and weaker and finally dropped down.

Xing Yu watched the tears rolling down her face without warning, one after another, hitting his heart.

The two just stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

The air seemed to freeze, but the struggle in each other's eyes was hot, like raging waves, beating against the shore of their hearts.

"Are you speechless?" Lin Yan spoke first: "You're not going to chase me away?"

Xing Yu looked at her red eyes, and his heart felt like it was blocked by something.

He knew that since she came to him again under such circumstances, Wenxi must have told her everything.

He was silent, and raised his hand to wipe her tears, but his movements were a little stiff.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch her cheek, Lin Yan turned her head away.

"Do you think I'm shameless?" Lin Yan sniffed, her voice a little self-deprecating. "I just told you last night that I would never come to see you again, and yet you came again today."

Xing Yu's Adam's apple rolled: "Yeah, it's quite thick."

Lin Yan frowned, sat forward, and spoke to him word by word.

"Xing Yu, listen to me. I'm not afraid of you being a burden. I won't despise you even if you're injured or disabled. I'll be with you through life and death, and I'll never leave you. This is how my love is, and you must accept it."

Xing Yu's heart trembled. He stared at the determination in her eyes, and the wall in his heart was knocked down by her words.

"stupid."

"Yeah, I'm stupid." Lin Yan admitted without hesitation, but her tears flowed even harder: "I'm stupid, that's why I let you bully me again and again."

"Ex-wife." Xing Yu wiped the tears from her face: "Cry again, and I'll drive you away again."

"Why don't you try to catch one?"

"Ayan, I might...be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."

"Then I will push you for the rest of my life."

"Disabled, understand?" he said again, as if reminding her, or as if reminding himself.

"You know, I don't care."

Xing Yu's chest began to ache and his eyes turned red.

After a while, his eyes gradually warmed up and he stretched out his hand to her: "Come here, let me hug you."

Lin Yan, however, was holding back her anger: "You've been so arrogant these past two days, and now you can hug me whenever you want? Coach Xing, I'm already your ex-wife."

Xing Yu leaned over, took her hand, and pressed it against his chest: "Ayan, hit me until you calm down."

"I'm tired." Lin Yan pulled her hand back, followed his strength, moved forward and leaned into his arms, her voice muffled: "Why are you standing there? Hurry and hold me."

Xing Yu held her in his arms, feeling guilty: "Ayan, I'm sorry..."

Lin Yan shook her head in his arms and bit his shoulder hard.

"Come home with me." She raised her head: "Go back and kneel down to apologize to me."

Xing Yu looked at her angry expression, smiled, and the haze in his eyes dissipated a little.

"Okay. If my left leg can't kneel, I'll try my best to kneel with my right leg."