Chapter 100 Your Patrick Star is Here
It’s no exaggeration to say that Wen Shuang was scared to death.
His hands on the steering wheel were steady, but he took several tries to dial Xuanzhe's number, and his speech was somewhat incoherent.
Xuanzhe understood and told him to concentrate on driving and talk about it after they got to the hospital. Wen Shuang nodded repeatedly. There were not many people on the road. He took a moment to look and saw that Tang Weisheng's head was tilted to the other side, revealing only a pale and fragile line. Blood was all over the seat. Wen Shuang took a deep breath, put aside all distractions, and stepped on the accelerator.
Fortunately, you came.
Wen Shuang had said goodbye to Tan Li before and was originally going to Quanyi, but she felt that there was something wrong with the look in Tang Weisheng's eyes when he was leaving, so she drove towards the old house instead. Because Tang Weisheng walked all the way there, Wen Shuang drove down at the same time. If Wen Shuang also took a walk on a whim, Tang Weisheng would probably be left in the cold.
The car lights pierced the night like sharp swords, and the sound of brakes suddenly stopped at the hospital entrance.
Wen Shuang came twice in one day.
Xuan Zhe stepped forward and opened the passenger door, then was visibly stunned. Tang Weisheng fell outwards, and he hugged him, only tightening his arms for a moment. Then he carried the unconscious man onto the cart. Wen Shuang followed closely behind, watching the doctor insert the ventilator and various tubes into Tang Weisheng.
"The heart rate is too low, blood type test."
"The pupils are dilated and do not react to bright light."
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
The cart rushed into the operating room. As the door closed, Wen Shuang almost fell to her knees. Xuan Zhe was quick to hug her and comfort her in a gentle voice: "It's okay, it's okay. Relax, relax, Wen Shuang."
"I..." Wen Shuang coughed after only one word. He didn't feel anything when he was running, but now his throat was burning. He lay on Xuan Zhe's shoulder for a long time before he recovered and finished the second half of the sentence weakly: "I'm scared to death..."
He had just been tormented by Xuan Zhe last night, and woke up with a sore back just for a meal of braised pork, but who knew there would be so many things to do.
"I know." Xuanzhe half-hugged him and sat him on the chair, gently patting his back, "Did that motorcyclist hurt you this afternoon?"
"No, the system knocked him out." Wen Shuang said as he touched his pocket, a circular arc appeared, afraid that he would lose the ball in his panic.
"Yeah." Xuanzhe's eyes were dark and unclear. "Leave this to me. I'll ask Cao Nanyu to take you back."
"No." Wen Shuang gently rubbed twice, "I'll wait for him to come out safely."
It's ironic that Xuanzhe, Wen Shuang and others were on the fifth floor, while Tan Li was on the third floor. They were separated by yin and yang, and I wonder if they were separated by yin and yang.
"You can't blame Tan Li for this." Wen Shuang said softly, "His mother is the only relative he has. Aunt Tan is really a very good person."
Xuanzhe took a deep breath: "I know."
In fact, when Xuanzhe saw Tang Weisheng covered in blood, he didn't want to understand at all. Family affection has always been full of partiality. In short, from his point of view, he didn't understand what Tan Li had done to make Tang Weisheng go down this path with all his heart.
Then the doctor came out and brought Xuanzhe not good news, but a notice of critical illness. Xuanzhe felt as gloomy as a mountain, and not even the breeze could flow around him. The man signed his name with a frown, and then made a prompt decision and called Cao Nanyu to compile all the shameful things Tang Wansu had done over the years into a commemorative album so that the woman could read it at any time.
Tang Wansu could not stay in the Xuan family and stay with Tang Weisheng no matter what.
Time passed minute by minute. During this period, Tan Li called several times, but Wen Shuang didn't answer out of spite. He didn't know whether Tang Wei was alive or dead, and he didn't want to reason with him.
Xuanzhe was sitting on the bench when a picture suddenly emerged in his mind. It was a little blurry, but it did not hinder his recollection. A six or seven-year-old baby was following him with a SpongeBob SquarePants bottle in his arms, like an annoying little tail. Xuanzhe was also young at that time. He only knew that it was the child's mother who destroyed his family. He was full of disgust and deliberately frightened Tang Weisheng. The child timidly took two steps back, wiped his snot bubbles, and then continued to follow behind him silently, with admiration in his eyes.
Tang Weisheng has been in trouble until today. Xuanzhe asked himself, does he have no responsibility at all?
But everyone has their own helplessness and times when they have to do things against their will. Xuanzhe suddenly began to regret it. He glanced at the red light in the operating room and thought that as long as Tang Weisheng was born, it would not be a problem to buy hundreds of SpongeBob SquarePants in the future.
Never call him childish again.
We can even take a step back and admit that Ultraman Noah is not the best in the universe.
Xuanzhe just discovered that he had never really hated Tang Weisheng.
At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out, and Wen Shuang and Xuan Zhe stood up at the same time.
The doctor's brows were filled with fatigue. He took off his mask and leaned against the door, smiling and nodding: "He's saved."
Wen Shuang's head buzzed, and he prayed to the gods and Buddhas he had just prayed to in his heart again. He didn't hear clearly what the doctor said afterwards, but Xuanzhe heard every word.
"However, his condition is not optimistic. He showed no desire to live throughout the operation. Excessive blood loss caused brain hypoxia. It is unknown when he will wake up. I hope you can stay with him as much as possible."
Xuanzhe hired the best medical team and the best nurses. In a separate ward, Tang Weisheng lay unconscious with a bandage wrapped around his neck.
The wind and snow began to rage outside the window.
Wen Shuang had to film a movie, and Huang Taiyue was urging him to come to the hospital, so he had to find time. He had to avoid Tan Li for the first two days. Not answering the phone would definitely arouse Tan Li's suspicion. Wen Shuang finally answered the phone, but he didn't know anything about it. Thinking of Tang Weisheng's last pleas and instructions before he fell into a coma, his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
Tan Li couldn't get any useful information from Wen Shuang, and Tang Weisheng's phone was turned off. Tan Li was angry and helpless. He really couldn't forgive Tang Wansu.
"Xiao Li." Tan's mother knocked on the door and came in, holding a cup of hot tea, her face worried. "Still can't contact Weisheng? You said he was on a business trip. Maybe he's in trouble? Do you have any friends who can help ask around?"
"It's okay, Mom. Some of this is confidential, so it's normal to turn off your phone." Tan Li said something nonsensical, smoothing back his mother's white hair. "I'll bring Weisheng to see you as soon as he gets back."
Tan's mother's frown relaxed slightly, and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay! I'll make some spare ribs for Weisheng."
A week passed like this. Wen Shuang came to the hospital almost every day, watching Tang Weisheng getting thinner and thinner. It seemed like he really had nothing else to ask of this world, or perhaps the person he was waiting for never showed up, so he became more and more disappointed.
Xuanzhe didn't want to pay attention to Tan Li, but Wenshuang felt that this couldn't go on, and Tang Weisheng would eventually give up.
However, before Wen Shuang could find a way to pass the message to Tan Li, the phone call came first.
"Wen Shuang, tell me honestly where Wei Sheng is!" Tan Li said in an anxious and serious tone.
Wen Shuang asked cautiously: "What's wrong?"
"His phone has been turned off. How long has it been?" The more Tan Li thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He and Tang Weisheng were very excited that day, and it was time for him to calm down. Today he adjusted his state of mind and collected evidence, intending to formally sue Tang Wansu. However, his friend said that Tang Wansu had been in jail for three days. In jail! Tan Li was greatly shocked. Whoever sent Tang Weisheng in jail must not have been able to do that. He suddenly became panicked, as if the uneasiness and anxiety that had been dormant for the past few days had suddenly found a breakthrough, and were jumping on his heart like hot oil. Not only was he panicked, but he also felt pain.
Wen Shuang didn't say anything.
Tan Li's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He didn't ask any questions, but said weakly, "Wenshuang, tell me the truth. Don't worry if something happened. You even hid it from me. Anyway, Wei Sheng and I haven't broken up. I understand that he is angry. I will go and comfort him. We are brothers. I will treat you to a seafood dinner later, okay?"
As Tan Liyue spoke, his voice trembled: "Wen Shuang, where is Weisheng?"
Wen Shuang didn't dare to say anything and hung up the phone.
"Don't you really want to tell him?" The system recovered some energy, and with the help of Wen Shuang, it tasted the milk tea it had just ordered, secretly sighing that pearl milk tea was truly the greatest invention of mankind!
Wen Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "If he wants to know, he'll know it anyway. Once he comes, Tang Weisheng will be saved. Otherwise, even if I kidnap him, we'll just blame each other."
Tan Li arrived. He had been following Wen Shuang since the set, driving behind her all the way. When he opened the car door and saw the familiar hospital, he almost fell out. Tan Li didn't have the patience to wait for Wen Shuang to open the door of the ward, so he rushed in when the elevator door was about to close.
Wen Shuang was just startled when he pressed her shoulders, then she breathed a sigh of relief, her face tense, "What are you doing here?"
Panic flashed in Tan Li's eyes: "I should ask you, what are you doing here?"
Wen Shuang didn't answer, but pressed the fifth floor. The elevator slowly rose and he said softly, "Tan Li, Tang Weisheng can't hear or see right now. He's been asleep. If you want to regret this relationship, he should agree."
Wen Shuang's words were gentle and peaceful, but he saw Tan Li's shoulders suddenly sank, as if something had punched into his spine with such force that it was almost broken. Tan Li lowered his head until the elevator door opened again with a "ding~" sound, and then he heard his own voice, "Which number?"
Wen Shuang reported the ward number.
Tan Li nodded and took several deep breaths. He used Wen Shuang as a support and did not move for a long time. It was not until the door closed again that he seemed to wake up. He turned around and pressed the door open with all his might. He squeezed out when the elevator door was only half open. Wen Shuang followed silently behind him, watching him run faster and faster. Suddenly, she couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Tan Li..."
But Tan Li had already seen it.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Tan Li seemed to be able to only hear Tang Weisheng's shallow breathing. He felt like he was stepping on cotton, and it took him a lot of effort to reach the bed.
"Weisheng..." Tan Li called out, tears falling onto the quilt. He smiled and said, "Your Patrick Star is here."
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