Chapter 101 Hard Times
Tan Li half-knelt beside the bed for a long time.
"What happened?" he asked, wanting to cover Tang Weisheng's cold hand, but his fingertips suddenly touched the bandage. Tan Li had never known that the pain as severe as a tsunami could come twice. He slightly clenched his palms, fearing that they would be crushed. Tan Li was completely speechless, and Wen Shuang could only hear the "clang clang" sound of his labored breathing.
Wen Shuang was also very sad. He stepped forward and patted Tan Li on the shoulder, saying softly, "You know Wei Sheng's temper. His mother must have said something unpleasant. Fortunately, I caught up with him that day. He couldn't hurt anyone else, only himself. He probably wanted to return his life to Tang Wansu and give you an explanation..."
"Don't..." Tan Li's voice was unusually hoarse: "Don't say anymore."
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he stopped talking.
Desperate imagination can swallow a person. Tan Li kissed Tang Weisheng's fingertips again and again with tears in her eyes, looking at the still beating heartbeat chart, telling herself that it didn't matter, this person was still there, still there.
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"Where's my son!" The door opened. Tang Wansu, who had been leaning against the headboard like a dead tree, jumped up when she saw who was coming. She kept asking, "Where's Weisheng? How is Weisheng?"
This was the fourth day since Tang Wansu came in, and it was also the first time Xuanzhe came to see her. The man quietly admired the woman's panic, and suddenly stretched out a hand to pinch her neck. With a little force, Tang Wansu felt suffocated, and the breath of death rushed over her in an instant. She closed her mouth tremblingly and looked at Xuanzhe with tears in her eyes.
"I thought you could make some progress, but it turns out I was overestimating you." Xuanzhe said solemnly, "Just give birth to the child here and pay the price you deserve, and I can let you live for a few more years."
Tang Wansu was thrown back to the bed. She coughed twice and continued to ask, "Where's Weisheng?"
"Don't let me hear his name from your mouth again." Xuanzhe's expression was cold.
Tang Wansu, however, caught something in these words and suddenly smiled. She was incredibly tough. From the trauma she suffered that night to being taken into custody, to receiving a pile of indictments, her unborn child remained safe and sound. If not, Xuanzhe would have thrown her in jail long ago.
Tan Li thought about it all night and decided he couldn't hide it anymore, so he told his mother the news, including the incident of the attack on her and Tang Weisheng's family background, word for word. It would be difficult for an elder to accept such a situation, so Tan Li emphasized seriously, "Mom, I love Weisheng very much. I will never be moved by anyone else in my life except him."
After hearing this, Tan's mother hung up the phone. Tan Li buried his head in his arms, thinking it was all over. But at noon, Tan's mother brought chicken soup. She didn't give Tan Li a good look, but instead wrung out a hot towel and applied it to the back of Tang Weisheng's hand. The long-term infusion had caused the young man's fingers to be cold, and the back of his hand was bruised and thinner. Tan's mother was distressed and finally uttered the first sentence: "What kind of mother is this...to treat her own child like this."
Mist immediately rose in front of Tan Li's eyes.
People cannot lie down all the time. They must change clothes and wipe their bodies every day. Tan Li moved his office address to the ward and cleaned up for Tang Weisheng personally on time. Once he became familiar with the series of procedures, the nurses became mere decorations. No one could touch them except the nurses who came to change the dressings and give IV drips.
"It's a rare day that it didn't snow today, and the sun even shone this morning." Tan Li picked up Tang Weisheng, and the young man leaned softly in his arms. He had occasionally swallowed some chicken soup these days, and his waist, which was originally thin, was now even more slender. Tan Li wiped his back with a hot towel and saw that the waistline of his pants was a little big, and his spine was slightly concave, with the lines disappearing into the gap. "I'll have to wipe your lower body later. You were always shy and didn't let me do it after we had sex before, but now you're in my hands."
The breath was shallow and light against his face, but Tan Li didn't hear any answer.
He was not discouraged and kept talking: "Although you are very well behaved, I still like SpongeBob's energetic look, Weisheng." Tan Li's voice was pious, "Wake up, please."
The sunlight shone on the young man's pale and thin fingers, and suddenly, the light on his fingertips moved.
The filming of Wen Shuang's play was almost finished, and some food was brought over in the evening. Tan Li was hungry, so he ate while processing some documents. Not to mention Tang Weisheng, he had lost a lot of weight. After all, business doesn't wait for anyone, and he is not good at this. In the past, Tang Weisheng helped him with some things, but now it is really not easy to handle it alone.
Wen Shuang took out a SpongeBob SquarePants doll from the bag, which was just right for Tang Weisheng's bedside. He glanced at the pale-faced young man and said seriously, "When you wake up, I'll give you another ten or eight figurines. Show your respect, Tang Weisheng."
The next second, Wen Shuang saw the pair of tightly closed eyes slightly open, with thick mist in between and a hint of smile still in them.
Wen Shuang was startled and turned around suddenly: "Tan Li! Tan Li!" He pointed at Tang Weisheng and cried out to the sky, as if something big had happened.
Tan Li threw down his chopsticks and ran over, carefully checking the various instrument indicators. Finally, he looked at Wen Shuang with a look of fear, "What's wrong? Everything is normal."
Wen Shuang blinked violently and was speechless for a moment. Could it be that he had just seen wrongly? Tang Weisheng on the bed was indeed no different from before, not even his eyelashes trembled.
"I'm going back to see my mother in a while. Can you keep watch for me for a while?" Tan Li whispered, "I can stay for half an hour at most." Wen Shuang is meticulous and he wouldn't feel at ease if it were someone else.
"I'll give you two hours of leave." Wen Shuang didn't take the little episode to heart and waved her hand, "Go ahead, stay with your aunt for a while."
Tan Li burst into tears of gratitude: "I'll bring you some seafood when I come back!"
Huang Taiyue tagged Wen Shuang on the official movie Weibo and released a set of stills. In the first photo, Wen Shuang has a greasy face, and he is the "cannon fodder" who was once dominated. It is obvious that he will not survive more than three episodes. But the second photo shows him making a strong comeback, standing on the rooftop facing the wind, squinting his eyes and looking indifferent. He is extremely handsome, and his temperament is completely different from the previous killer role. He is more confident and arrogant.
Frost is incredibly versatile. Is he really not a professional actor? This is the first time I've seen an idol star handle so many roles. Just when I think he's about to be defined, he always surprises me with more.
[Frost is awesome! This is the first time I've been so obsessed with a celebrity.]
[Is the studio okay? Why doesn't Shuangzi have any advertising endorsements? I've already prepared the money.]
Wen Shuang laughed when she saw this and thought the fans were particularly cute. Tan Li had already gone back. It was dark at this moment and only a small bedside lamp was on in the ward. Wen Shuang sat by the bed, thinking that she would be able to react if there was an emergency.
The clock on the wall made a "clicking" sound, adding to the quiet atmosphere.
"What are you laughing at?" a hoarse male voice sounded in the air.
How could he describe it? After a moment of stunned silence, a chill shot straight up to his head. Wen Shuang shuddered and nearly dropped his phone. He looked at Tang Weisheng in horror. He was still as pale as ever, asleep and unresponsive. So, was that just an illusion? Wen Shuang's brainstorming suddenly struck him. He suddenly remembered that hospitals are quite unclean places. Rumor has it that after someone dies, their soul is reluctant to leave and will silently watch the next patient who moves in...
Wen Shuang used to be an atheist, but now her soul has been transported through time and space, and the system has seen it, so maybe there are ghosts and gods too.
Wen Shuang shuddered and goosebumps fell down her skin.
Tang Weisheng listened to the man being quiet for a long time, and then he began to chant something, holding his breath and concentrating, and then he could hear something like "Heaven and earth are vast, the universe is boundless, Amitabha, my God". This was a combination of Chinese and Western styles, not missing a single one.
Tang Weisheng pinched his thigh to stop himself from laughing. He really couldn't help it and moved his lips slightly: "You broke your promise." Everyone warned him not to tell Tan Li, but he turned out to be a traitor very well. In fact, he had regained consciousness a few days ago, but he was too tired and was not conscious for long. However, he had a general outline of what was happening in the outside world.
I have to say that Tan Li is too brave! He dared to do anything while he was unconscious!
Originally, he thought that this shout would scare Wen Shuang to scream, but unexpectedly, there was no sound at all. The "click-click-click" movement of the clock would be infinitely magnified in the silent environment. Gradually, Tang Weisheng began to feel a tingling sensation on his scalp. He had to say that his brain circuits were similar to Wen Shuang's to some extent, and he also thought of the ghost rumors in the hospital. After all, he was not in a clear mind. After a period of wild imagination, he was a little scared and could not help but opened his eyes.
What meets the eye is an enlarged ghost face.
They looked at each other in bewilderment.
"You're awake!" Wen Shuang smiled.
Tang Weisheng rolled his eyes and then choked and coughed.
"Slow down, slow down!" Wen Shuang quickly helped him sit up.
Tang Weisheng rested his head on Wen Shuang's shoulder, and his senses gradually revived. The wound on his neck had scabbed over, and his wrist still hurt. He remembered what he had done and felt a little ashamed. In addition, he had slept for too long, and the coughing had wasted his last bit of strength. He relied completely on Wen Shuang and whispered, "Is there any water?"
"Yes, yes." There was always hot water in the thermos. Wen Shuang poured it into the cup and tested the temperature. When she felt it was suitable, she inserted a straw and brought it to Tang Weisheng's mouth.
Tang Weisheng was not used to being taken care of like this, but there was nothing he could do now. He calmed down and stared at Wen Shuang with an accusing look: "Why is Tan Li here?"
Wen Shuang was rarely serious: "Can you wake up if he's not here?"
Tang Weisheng was stunned by the question.
After a moment, he was not convinced: "Is it possible... You got me here in time."
Wen Shuang snorted loudly, successfully silencing Tang Weisheng's next words.
Wen Shuang pressed the bedside bell and felt that Tang Weisheng's face seemed to be even more dejected: "How do you feel?"
Tang Weisheng paused: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
"What else?"
Tang Weisheng: "It's a little difficult to breathe."
Wen Shuang: ""
The doctors and nurses came in and there was a chaos. Wen Shuang was squeezed to the periphery, but she kept her ears perked up to listen to what the doctor said. It seemed that she was still short of oxygen. Then, Wen Shuang jumped up and down.
"Bang!" Something fell to the ground. Everyone paused and looked towards the door at the same time.
If Tang Weisheng was merely in decline, then Tan Li's face was ashen. Wen Shuang didn't know what to think. She wiped away her nonexistent tears and whispered, "My condolences."
Tang Weisheng: “”
Tan Li staggered and almost bumped into the doctor. His eyes were red before he even reached the doctor. He struggled to push the doctor away and rushed to the bedside with an attitude of complete disbelief. He choked up a bit when he saw Tang Weisheng sitting at the head of the bed, looking at him with an indescribable expression and a hint of disgust.
"I'm not dead yet." It was Tang Weisheng who spoke first. He pursed his lips. Seeing Tan Li's loss of composure, it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved. "Get up."
Tan Li widened his eyes, afraid of missing any expression from the young man, "But, but..."
Wen Shuang suppressed a laugh: "Brother, hard times are coming."
Tan Li nodded, made way for the doctor to continue the examination, then walked back stiffly, walked to the door, and stomped hard on the seafood box that had just fallen to the ground.
Scared him to death!!!
The system just smelled it and said: "Oh, what a pity."
Wen Shuang: "..." Good brother! I'm so touched!
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