Hospitalization
When Chen Xing heard that Wen Yu was hospitalized with a high fever, her face was full of worry.
Chen Xing's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Aunt Ji, Wen Yu...how is he now? Is he feeling better? I want to go see him."
Chen Xing knew without asking that Wen Yu's fever was related to her. He gave her his coat last night and got caught in the rain. He then carried her on his back for a distance and was sweating. He must have caught a cold.
Ji Wenyin comforted Chen Xing's uneasy heart and said, "Chen Xing, don't worry, he's fine now. He was tossing and turning all night last night. I came back this morning after seeing him fall asleep."
Chen Xing was relieved when he heard Ji Wenyin's words, but he was still worried about Wen Yu. He always felt that Wen Yu was sick because of her.
Chen Xing asked, "Aunt Ji, which hospital is Wen Yu in? Is it close to here?"
Ji Wenyin knew Chen Xing wanted to go see Wen Yu as soon as she heard it, so she said, "Chen Xing, just go to the exam with peace of mind. Xiao Yu didn't let me tell you about this in the first place. He didn't want you to be distracted by his exams."
"So... the most important thing for you right now is the exams in the next two days. Don't worry, I'll take care of Xiaoyu."
"Don't let him blame himself!"
Ji Wenyin had long seen through Wen Yu's feelings for Chen Xing, but there was only so much she could do. She could hide big things, but not small ones.
After listening to Ji Wenyin's words, Chen Xing thought about everything that happened between her and Wen Yu yesterday, and every word Wen Yu said to her. This exam was not just a battle for Chen Xing herself, but also a reflection of Wen Yu's hopes and trust in her.
Chen Xing could only pretend that she knew nothing and prepare for the exam wholeheartedly. She couldn't let either of them down.
Chen Xing said, "Aunt Ji, I understand. I will take the exam seriously and will definitely not let him down... your expectations."
Ji Wenyin said: "Well, okay, I believe you can do it."
Ji Wenyin finally comforted Chen Xing, otherwise she was afraid that it would affect Chen Xing's exam.
Chen Xing said: "Aunt Ji, you can go to the hospital to take care of Wen Yu for the next two days. You don't have to come to pick me up. I can do it alone."
Ji Wenyin knew that Chen Xing was a sensible child, and she also liked Chen Xing very much, but they were just not destined to be together.
Between Chen Xing and Wen Yu, who is the most regretful one?
After Ji Wenyin sent Chen Xing to the examination location arranged by Jinghua University, she watched Chen Xing enter the examination room and left.
Chen Xing's first exam this morning was sketching, which was Chen Xing's best subject and not a big problem for her.
After Chen Xing entered the examination room and found her seat, she waited for the exam to begin. She looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and was always worried about Wen Yu in the hospital.
*
Ji Wenyin left the examination room and rushed back to the municipal hospital. She brought some food for Wen Yu.
When Ji Wenyin returned to the ward, Wen Yu had already woken up. She knew that Wen Yu had not slept well.
Ji Wenyin said, "Chen Xing has already entered the examination room successfully, what else do you have to worry about?"
Wen Yu sat up from the hospital bed, with an IV needle in his hand. His face looked pale and haggard. Fortunately, Chen Xing couldn't see it, otherwise she would not be able to concentrate on the exam.
Wen Yu said: "Aunt, you didn't tell her...I..."
Ji Wenyin sighed silently in her heart, and looking at Wen Yu's haggard appearance, she felt only distressed.
Ji Wenyin said: "I didn't tell her. You are already in this state, you should take care of yourself first."
When Wen Yu heard Ji Wenyin's words, the heavy stone in his heart felt a little lighter, but he still didn't feel at ease.
Ji Wenyin took Wen Yu's temperature and said, "You still have a low-grade fever. The doctor said it's caused by a viral cold. It won't go away in five or six days. Do you feel any other discomfort?"
Ji Wenyin poured a glass of water for Wen Yu to moisten his lungs first.
Wen Yu said: "I'm fine."
When Ji Wenyin heard Wen Yu's words, she was so angry that she had been holding it in all night. If she didn't express it, she would get sick.
Ji Wenyin looked at Wen Yu's decadent expression, as if he didn't care about her at all, and said, "Are you okay? Wen Yu! Look at yourself, do you look like someone who's fine?"
"I know you're sick and don't want us to worry about you, but you've been carrying everything on your own. When you can't handle it anymore, won't that make us even more worried?"
Wen Yu listened to Ji Wenyin's scolding with his head down and said nothing. After what happened last night, he might have had one foot in the grave.
But he still wanted to live. He had a lot of things to do. He hadn't said goodbye to Chen Xing, Chen Xuyang, Shi Nannan, and his loving family. He couldn't leave suddenly and quietly.
Ji Wenyin felt even more upset when she saw Wen Yu keeping silent with his head down.
Ji Wenyin walked to the bedside, put her arms around Wen Yu's head and held him in her arms. She knew that Wen Yu must be the one suffering the most. He was not only suffering from illness, but also from psychological pressure.
She just wanted Wen Yu to be more responsible for herself. She didn't want to go through what happened last night again, and she didn't want to watch Wen Yu endure to the limit before telling her that he couldn't hold on any longer.
Ji Wenyin patted Wen Yu's back gently, her eyes and nose sore as she said, "Xiao Yu, I know you are very strong and you are thinking about all of us and don't want to show your vulnerable side, but do you know?"
"We hope that you will be well. Even the strongest child needs to be cared for and loved. In my eyes, no matter how old you are, you are still the child who needs to be pampered and loved. So next time you encounter something, don't be stubborn."
"You can smile and tell us that you're not actually in any pain, but don't say nothing."
Ji Wenyin's eyes were red, and she secretly wiped away her tears behind Wen Yu's back. Wen Yu was the same. He had been holding back a lot of sadness in his heart for a long time, and it all burst out at this moment.
Wen Yu hugged Ji Wenyin, as if he was being hugged and comforted by his own mother. He cried loudly and freely in her arms.
Wen Yu had never cried so bitterly since he knew he was sick. He pretended to be calm in front of everyone and told everyone with a smile that he had truly accepted the process of facing death.
But he knew in his heart that he really didn't want to die at all, didn't want to leave the people who loved him, and didn't want to bring sadness to them because of his illness, so he had no way and no choice but to bury all the unbearable sides of himself in his heart.
When Wen Yu delivered medicine to Chen Xing last night, he already felt weak all over, had a headache and a sore throat. He thought he would be fine after taking some cold medicine and getting some sleep.
But when illness comes, it is not so easy to get rid of it. In the second half of the night, Wen Yu was woken up by the cold. At that time, there was a violent storm outside, and he didn't want to trouble anyone.
Wen Yu turned on the night light and curled up at the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt. He felt cold, but his body was burning hot.
Wen Yu wanted to get out of bed and get a glass of water, but when his feet touched the ground, his toes suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his legs suddenly became numb and he felt weak. He fell to the ground exhausted, and the cup in his hand broke, cutting his fingers.
Wen Yu tried to stand up by supporting himself with his trembling hands, but his legs seemed to have lost all feeling, and he couldn't use any strength at all, and he couldn't even feel the existence of his legs.
The veins on Wen Yu's forehead bulged and his cheeks flushed red. He realized how miserable he was at the moment and felt that this was what a loser should be like.
Wen Yu had never been weak for such a long time. No matter how hard he tried to stand up, his legs were just not under his control.
Finally, Wen Yu used the strength of his waist and abdomen to turn over, lying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, two tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
Wen Yu thought he was close to death and finally realized what suffocating despair was. At that moment, he had a fleeting thought of picking up the glass at hand, stabbing it deeply into the blood vessels on his wrist, and then drawing a line with force. Perhaps everything would be over.
But he suddenly laughed, a bitter laugh, and also a mockery of himself, because his hands could no longer hold, and he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide. This is what it felt like to be on the verge of death, in excruciating pain, wanting to die but not being able to.
He laughed louder and louder, but the tears in his eyes never stopped, falling on both sides of him like a narrow waterfall.
In a trance, he seemed to hear Chen Xing talking to him, and his blurred vision clearly saw the last time he saw Chen Xing.
In front of Wen Yu was Chen Xing smiling and saying "See you tomorrow" to him.
He suddenly cheered up, and an idea tugged at his darkened heart. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to leave them.
Fortunately, Wen Yu found a cell phone at the bedside and called Ji Wenyin for help. Fortunately, Ji Wenyin was awakened by the thunder at that time.
Ji Wenyin called an ambulance immediately. When she arrived at Wen Yu's room, she saw only glass fragments all over the floor and a few drops of blood unevenly distributed, with Wen Yu lying in the middle.
Ji Wenyin was frightened, but she still helped Wen Yu up, used a towel to cool him down physically, and massaged his legs. Fortunately, the symptoms were not serious this time, and Wen Yu slowly recovered.
When the ambulance arrived, Wen Yu's desire to survive became stronger. What he had been avoiding was fear and waiting for death, but now he wanted to live.
In the ward, Wen Yu felt much better after crying. Although he was still depressed, he was happier when he looked at the world again.
Ji Wenyin handed Wen Yu a towel. Wen Yu wiped his face and said with a smile, "Auntie, I won't do this again in the future."
Ji Wenyin paused as she was packing things on Wen Yu's back, then smiled.
Wen Yu asked, "Aunt, where is my cell phone?"
Ji Wenyin said: "Oh, I put it on the bedside table for you."
Wen Yu opened his phone and saw the message Chen Xing sent that morning. He replied with a smiling emoticon that said "full of energy."
Wen Yu found Wen Songnian's chat box and sent him a message.
"Dad, I'm undergoing physical therapy and rehabilitation training. When I get back, we'll go to Uncle Zhao and listen to his instructions."
Before Wen Yu came to Beijing, he missed several checkups. Wen Songnian kept giving him medicine, which helped alleviate his condition, but it was still not as good as physical therapy. What's more, Wen Yu never told him how serious his symptoms were.
Wen Songnian didn't know how to persuade Wen Yu, but Wen Yu got over it on his own. He would no longer be afraid of death, nor would he avoid the facts. He decided to actively cooperate with the follow-up treatment and hold on as long as he could.
But he still has to continue what he has not finished.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
