Chapter 63: Chained Mad Dog

The hospital ward area was silent late at night.

Qin Mu didn't sleep soundly because of the wound on his abdomen. In the middle of the night, he subconsciously reached out to feel the temperature of the person next to him, but his palm touched a hot and wet place!

He woke up instantly, his heart sank, and he quickly turned on the bedside lamp.

Gu Chuyue was seen curled up, his body trembling slightly, his cheeks flushed, his breathing rapid and hot, his forehead soaked with cold sweat, and he was obviously suffering from a severe high fever.

"Baby?" Qin Mu's voice was tense without him even noticing.

He gently patted Gu Chuyue's cheek, and felt a terrifying heat. The man was already burned to the point of being unconscious, and only painful whimpers came out of his throat.

Qin Mu immediately pressed the call bell and grabbed his phone to call Xiao Jiangran. His tone was colder than ever before: "Jiangran! Gu Chuyue has a high fever! Come to the ward quickly!"

The nurse on duty arrived first and quickly performed a basic examination, and measured the patient's temperature, which was as high as 39.8℃.

Soon, Xiao Jiangran walked in quickly, wearing a white coat and with a serious expression. He didn't even ask any questions, but went straight forward to check Gu Chuyue's pupils, heartbeat and breathing.

"What happened?" Qin Mu supported himself on the edge of the bed and tried to sit up. The wound on his abdomen was pulled by the movement, causing a sharp pain, but he could not care less at the moment.

"The situation is very bad." Xiao Jiangran spoke very quickly, his hands moving non-stop.

"He was previously experiencing extreme stress and a complete breakdown, and then he was caught in a heavy rain, so his body's defenses had long been overdrawn. Perhaps it was the extreme emotions that kept him from collapsing immediately, but now that he's relaxed even a little, all the backlash has erupted at once.

This high fever was his body sounding the highest level of alarm, and it was also a physiological breakdown after his extreme emotional fluctuations."

He quickly took out the sealed medicine from the medicine box he brought with him and prepared the injection with a quick movement:

"This is a new stabilizer that Xu Chi prepared based on his special condition. I've already checked it. I'll lower his temperature to protect his nervous system from damage from the high fever. I hope it will help him pull through."

Qin Mu watched the blue liquid being slowly pushed into Gu Chuyue's vein, and the doubts in his heart finally found their answers.

It turns out that it’s not that there’s nothing wrong, it’s just that the onset is delayed.

He had found it strange before. With Gu Chuyue's physique, after going through such an ordeal, how come he seemed to be fine? It turned out that all the costs had accumulated and were waiting for him to settle the bill!

After the medicine was injected, Gu Chuyue's trembling seemed to subside a little, but his breathing was still rapid and hot, his face was flushed, and he showed no signs of waking up, as if he was dragged into an endless abyss by the nightmare and high fever.

"From now on, he can only rely on himself." Xiao Jiangran's face was heavy. "The medicine can only help the body. He still needs to think it through psychologically."

Qin Mu nodded, and Xiao Jiangran took the nurse out.

He sat down on the bedside again, holding Gu Chuyue's hand, which was not on an IV but still burning hot, and clenched it tightly in his palm.

His knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

He looked at Gu Chuyue, whose brows were furrowed even in a coma, as if he was still struggling with something, and the feeling of being tightened in his heart became more and more clear.

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Gu Chuyue's mental strength was like the toughest black thorns, tightly entangling the struggling silver mist, and his violent destructive intent almost crushed it.

This is the silver light mist that I had brought back to his world to help him snatch his brother.

"Who asked you to come? Huh?" His consciousness approached, his voice icy, "You dare to play tricks on me? You made me misunderstand him... and made me so uncomfortable..."

The ball of light mist trembled violently under his suppression, but strangely gave off a calming feeling.

Gu Chuyue was worried that it would take people away quietly just as it had brought people here so easily before.

Just when Gu Chuyue was about to strike, the light mist dodged away with ease.

"Heh." The voice was filled with a smile, like a warm current, carrying a sense of love and intimacy for all living beings.

Then, an extremely clear image forced its way into his consciousness—not the distorted nightmare from before, but a completely unfamiliar God's perspective:

He saw himself curled up in the hospital bed, with a high fever, looking so fragile that he seemed like he would break at the slightest touch.

Qin Mu stood by, his face looking more haggard and panicked than ever before. He wiped his body with alcohol again and again, holding his hand and begging in a low voice: "Chu Yue... hold on... please..."

He saw Qin Mu getting angry at the doctor because of the recurrence of his illness, and his eyes, which were always distracted or smiling, were filled with bloodshot and fear.

He saw how he occasionally muttered to Qin Mu when he was awake, and how Qin Mu responded cautiously, holding him tightly in his arms, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

These scenes... were from Qin Mu's perspective when he was seriously ill, and he himself was completely unaware of them.

Then, there is another scene: Qin Mu is in the study late at night, giving a deep order to Lin Wu, asking him to find an expert and medicine that can stabilize his condition at all costs, with an unshakable worry between his brows.

And... when Qin Mu was alone, he looked at his photo on the phone, his fingertips gently slid across the screen, and he let out a very light and low sigh, which was something Gu Chuyue had never imagined.

All of these images are incredibly real and pack a powerful emotional punch, completely different from the previous one, which was full of jealousy and pain.

Gu Chuyue was stunned, and the mental power wrapped in the light mist unconsciously loosened a little.

"...Why are you showing me these?" The cruelty in his voice faded, replaced by a barely perceptible hint of bewilderment and shock.

At this moment, a voice with a hint of arrogance, as if no one could violate it, sounded softly in his consciousness, as clear as if it was right next to his ear:

"Because, stupid kids only see what they think is 'hatred'."

Gu Chuyue turned his head suddenly, and saw that the silver mist slowly condensed and stretched in front of him, and finally turned into a blurry human-shaped light and shadow. He couldn't see the face clearly, but he could feel a kind of helplessness and tolerance... almost like an elder.

"You..." Gu Chuyue was still on guard, but his hostility was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

The light and shadow seemed to smile, and its voice softened slightly: "This light fog is simply... to amplify your deepest fears and show you its worst possible scenario."

"Why?" Gu Chuyue didn't understand.

"Without destruction, there is no construction." Light and Shadow's voice was clear. "You originally struggled painfully according to everything that was predetermined, but eventually became completely indifferent, gave up on yourself, and chose suicide. I can't erase the suffering you've endured in the past, nor can I directly change the mad nature that has already formed in you."

"But I can... give you an anchor, a bottom line that you can never truly cross, an invisible yet incredibly strong 'chain'. However, I cannot force you to accept this 'chain'."