Chapter 45 Where’s Wei Ji? Why hasn’t he come yet?
Secretary Jin stood quietly there, watching Fu Quezhou walk towards the bedroom where Su Yumian was. As the door slowly closed, his desire to save Su Yumian was completely isolated, and in the end, it could only turn into a sigh that no one could hear.
In the dark bedroom, Su Yumian stood quietly by the window, watching the moonlight shining on the calm fish pond in the yard.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Fu Quezhou was a little surprised to see that he was still awake so late.
Su Yumian didn't say anything, but just glanced at him lightly when she turned around, then walked to the bed with an expressionless face, lay down calmly, and spread her legs.
The whole process was smooth and mechanical, as if the action had been deeply imprinted in his body.
Everything he had experienced these days had made him realize that whether he wanted it or not, the result would be the same.
Instead of wasting energy resisting, it is better to compromise obediently. He can't escape anyway.
Fu Quezhou stood there without moving, but he secretly clenched his hanging hands and bit his cheeks tightly. He didn't want this to happen.
But as Su Yumian's attitude towards him became colder day by day, the first thing he felt was not heartache, but anger.
No matter whether he was good or bad to Su Yumian, he always looked lifeless and never gave him any smile.
His nails dug deep into his palms, and a drop of blood dripped onto the floor through his fingers. Fu Quezhou then exhaled through his nose and slowly loosened his fists.
He took off his coat and climbed onto the bed, lying next to Su Yumian and holding him tightly in his arms. But as soon as he hugged him, he suddenly realized that he was too thin.
He tightened his arms, trying to hold him tighter, but he only felt a handful of bones.
Su Yumian was as thin as a dead branch that would break with the slightest effort, and her shoulder blades pressed sharply against his palm.
Su Yumian did not struggle. He did not have the energy to do useless things now. His tone was still cold, "If you don't want to do it, get out."
However, Fu Quezhou did not move, but just hugged her tighter, "I'll go out when you fall asleep."
Su Yumian was too lazy to say anything more. He could hold her if he wanted. He didn't want to care whether she could go out or not. He couldn't escape anyway.
Then he closed his eyes, and his breathing slowly became even, but very light. If Fu Quezhou hadn't been clinging to him, his breathing would have been almost inaudible.
It seemed as if he would float away with the wind if the wind blew.
He reached out and stroked Su Yumian's hair, which had already reached her earlobes, gently, as if he was afraid it would break.
He clearly couldn't feel any emotions, but at this moment a feeling called fear filled his mind. He was afraid that Su Yumian would abandon him and disappear like his parents did.
That night, Fu Quezhou did nothing but just held him in his arms and slept quietly.
Before Su Yumian woke up, he got up and left the room. However, he never took a step back and did not remove the handcuffs.
Three meals a day were delivered to Su Yumian's room as usual, but he still didn't eat.
There is no time in the house. Su Yumian, who is locked in the house, has no idea what time it is, but he can get a rough idea by seeing the snowflakes floating outside the window.
"Is it... winter already?" He murmured, standing by the window and watching the things outside gradually covered by snow.
Wu Ma brought the meal as usual, but unlike before, this time she stewed rock sugar and snow pears. After hearing Su Yumian's words, Wu Ma put down the tray and said, "Yes, it's winter now. Sir, come over and have some sweet soup."
Hearing this, Su Yumian raised his hand and looked at the wide sleeves hanging loosely on his body. He laughed at himself and said, "This life is quite long."
It's a miracle that he is still alive after not eating or drinking for such a long time.
This time, he didn't refuse. After all, it was very tiring for Wu Ma to go back and forth so many times, and he would feel a little sorry for her if he didn't eat.
Su Yumian picked up the spoon and took a sip. The pear soup was sweet with red dates, longans, and rock sugar.
“It’s delicious.”
Seeing that he was finally willing to eat, Wu Ma's eyes reddened and her nose sore, and her voice trembled, "Sir, drink slowly, there's more in the pot."
Perhaps because he hadn't eaten in a long time, Su Yumian drank the whole bowl of sugar water. After finishing, he handed the bowl to Wu Ma and asked with a smile, "Anything else?"
Seeing this, Aunt Wu quickly raised her sleeve to wipe her eyes and said hurriedly, "Yes, I'll get you another bowl."
Aunt Wu took the bowl out and hurried back because she was afraid that Su Yumian would wait for too long. However, as soon as she entered the bedroom, she was frightened by the scene in front of her and lost her grip on the bowl, and the porcelain bowl shattered into pieces in an instant.
"gentlemen!!"
Su Yumian lay motionless on the table like a puddle of mud, with his hands hanging naturally. Aunt Wu was so scared that she ran out and called Secretary Jin.
When Secretary Jin heard that Su Yumian had fainted, she rushed in and carried her back to bed.
Although he was still breathing, it was very weak.
He hurriedly called Fu Quezhou and asked him to come back. After hanging up, he called Wei Ji.
Ten minutes later, Fu Quezhou hurried in before parking the car. It was snowing outside, and there were still unmelted snowflakes on his head and shoulders.
As she took off her scarf and coat and walked towards the bedroom, she asked, "Have you called Wei Ji?"
"I've called, and he should be on his way." Secretary Jin said.
When he entered the bedroom, he saw Su Yumian lying on the bed with a pale face and chapped lips, and Wu Ma was kneeling beside the bed, shivering.
He quickly walked to the bedside to check on Su Yumian's condition. As soon as he touched his hand, the cold touch made him shudder violently, and his pupils suddenly widened.
I hurriedly pulled back the quilt to listen to my heartbeat, but the faint sound seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.
The thought of losing Su Yumian suddenly popped into his mind.
In his world, his world quickly turned dark at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as if the whole world was collapsing inch by inch with Su Yumian's weak breathing.
"Where's Wei Ji? Why hasn't he come yet?!"
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with an uncontrollable tremor.
"Here I come! I wish I could grow wings and fly over here!"
Wei Ji rushed into the house in a hurry. In order to get there as quickly as possible, he ran through several red lights. Fu Quezhou was still asking for his life.
Seeing that Wei Ji had finally arrived, Fu Quezhou rushed to Wei Ji in a few steps, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the bed.
"Hurry, save him!"
"I didn't say I wouldn't save you." Wei Ji rolled his eyes at him and secretly complained: You have come to this day, what were you doing before?
You can complain all you want, but you must not be careless about what you should do.
He took out a medical flashlight, turned up Su Yumian's eyelids and shone it into her eyes, then checked her tongue coating and heart rate, his expression solemn.
"How is he?" Fu Quezhou asked anxiously.
Wei Ji took out an injection of medicine from the medicine box, let out the air, and then gave Su Yumian an injection through intravenous injection.
"Luckily we discovered it in time. If we were any later, even the gods wouldn't be able to help."
After giving Su Yumian an injection, he put saline on her and turned around to ask, "What did the patient eat before?"
Hearing this, Fu Quezhou turned his gaze to Wu Ma and scolded, "I'm asking you a question, speak up!"
Wu Ma timidly stole a glance at Fu Quezhou and stammered, "I just drank a little... sugar water..."
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