Chapter 90
A private hospital in Kyoto.
The VIP ward was unusually quiet. The strong smell of disinfectant filled every corner, and the clock hanging on the wall was turning numbly.
Tan Huiya leaned in Shen Dongliang's arms and looked at the girl lying quietly on the hospital bed, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Chen Dongliang held her hand and comforted her, "The doctor said it's not a big deal, just a scratch on your wrist. You'll wake up soon. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Tan Huiya's voice seemed a bit nasal, as if she had just cried, and she couldn't hide her heartache: "How painful this must be."
I've never seen her so badly injured.
When I was little, I was a girl who would whimper for a long time if I fell and got a little skin cut.
Shen Dongliang rubbed her back and said, "Being able to survive is already the best."
The girl on the hospital bed was pale and her lips were even paler.
Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled and her lips, which had been dry for a long time, opened as if she wanted to speak, but she found that she could not utter a word.
Tan Huiya noticed it with her sharp eyes and immediately rushed over, "Zhizhi, you're awake!"
Upon seeing this, Shen Dongliang immediately rang the emergency bell on the wall to notify the doctor.
Shen Yizhi raised her eyelids. She felt weak all over, and her hands felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She struggled to grab Tan Huiya's sleeve.
He opened his lips, trying to express as much as possible with almost all his strength.
"Pei... Yan... He... he..."
Tan Huiya leaned in front of her, understood what she wanted to ask, glanced at Shen Dongliang beside her, and then slowly spoke.
"Don't worry, Xiao He is fine. He is in the next ward."
She asked anxiously, "Zhizhi, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"
Shen Yizhi didn't have the energy to answer again.
The fingertips that were tightly grasping the hem of her clothes gradually dropped, as if they had finally settled down. The nerves in his body relaxed and he fell asleep again.
Tan Huiya rolled up the corner of the quilt for her and couldn't help sobbing.
"If we lie to Zhizhi like this, she will definitely blame us when she wakes up."
Shen Dongliang took a breath and said, “No.”
She only has herself to blame.
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Shen Yizhi woke up again five hours later.
This time I woke up in a much better condition than before.
The strength in his limbs had recovered a little, and his dry lips had become much fresher after being moistened by Tan Huiya continuously during his sleep.
It was just that my right wrist felt like a bug was gnawing at it, causing excruciating pain.
She gritted her teeth and raised her right hand, which was no longer as intact as before. It was wrapped in plaster and only her fingertips could move slightly.
Tan Huiya, who was standing by, noticed her actions and didn't know what to say for a moment.
For the painter who has always used his right hand to create, this scene is like falling from the Temple of Heaven to the bottom of the valley.
Shen Yizhi kept staring at the plaster. After a long while, he blinked very slowly and said in astonishment.
"Mommy, is my right hand useless?"
Tan Huiya held her left hand tightly and called out weakly, "Zhizhi."
All the words are hidden in the unspoken words.
Tan Huiya, who was usually very good at soothing people's hearts, couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Her daughter is an absolutely rare and gifted painter. Although she has already achieved some success, she has been working hard to find her own insights into painting and further her studies.
And now, it's all gone.
The talent that I was proud of turned into hard plaster.
It has become a vase that can only be abandoned in a corner and left to grow spots.
Tan Huiya said gently, "Zhizhi, the doctor said that after the plaster is removed, there is still a possibility of recovery with proper rehabilitation."
The familiar rhetoric came flooding back again.
The sound of bones snapping and breaking on a speeding motorcycle flashed before my eyes like tattered fragments.
It was only a second, but it was heartbreaking.
Shen Yizhi closed his eyes and was silent for a long time before speaking: "It's useless, it's all useless."
Only she knows what the condition of her wrist is now.
A piercing, heart-wrenching pain.
The sharp glass cut her nerves.
New wounds and old wounds piled on top of each other will result in either disability or uselessness.
Shen Yizhi let out a deep breath, her heart was choked with anxiety, and now she only wanted to see one person.
"Mommy, I want to find Pei Yanhe."
Tan Huiya suddenly avoided her gaze and said vaguely, "Xiao He probably hasn't woken up yet. You should rest for a while. Mommy will take you to find him when you recover."
"Mommy!"
Chen Yizhi seemed to have noticed something, and held Tan Huiya's hand instead, and the tone of his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Mommy, is Pei Yanhe not doing well? Is he seriously injured?"
Tan Huiya felt a sore nose and patted her back gently.
His chest felt like it was stuffed with a piece of cotton, heavy and weighing down Shen Yizhi, making it hard for him to breathe.
She breathed heavily, and her eyes could no longer be restrained from reddening.
"I knew it! I knew it wouldn't be okay in that situation!"
"Why did he go and block it himself when it was so dangerous... He's usually so smart, why would he do such a stupid thing..."
She hit her head in hatred, several times, hard, wishing she could smash a hole in it to save his life.
"It's all my fault!"
"It's all because of me!"
Tan Huiya couldn't bear to see this scene and stopped her from doing self-destructive behavior.
Shen Yizhi's eyes were red as she looked at Tan Huiya and said pitifully and helplessly, "Mommy, can you take me to find Pei Yanhe?"
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Compared to Shen Yizhi's situation, Pei Yanhe's is indeed much more serious.
At that time, Bugatti almost used its entire body to stop the speeding truck.
The front half of the car was almost crushed under the tires, the body of the car was dented, and the ground seemed to have cracked. If the distance was half an inch further forward, the main driver would have been doomed.
The violent impact, coupled with the astonishingly fast speed of the car, meant that the airbag could not protect him at all.
When Pei Yanhe was rescued by the police, his body was covered in sweat mixed with glaring blood stains, his facial features became blurred, and even his heartbeat was almost inaudible.
After 24 hours of emergency treatment, he was finally on the verge of survival.
He has multiple fractures, broken ribs, and abrasions, and is still in the intensive care unit.
He has been in a coma and shows no signs of waking up.
After hearing these situations, Shen Yizhi almost couldn't stand. Fortunately, with the support of Tan Huiya, he managed to walk towards the intensive care unit bit by bit.
Turning the corner, at the end of the corridor, a slightly dejected figure was squatting at the door of the intensive care unit.
Shen Yizhi pursed her lips and stopped, “Mommy, I’ll walk over by myself.”
Tan Huiya was a little worried, "Don't you need Mommy's help?"
Shen Yizhi nodded and said, "It's okay. The most serious injury to me is just my hand. It's okay."
After hearing her words, Tan Huiya did not try to keep her. She guessed that she probably had something to say to Pei Qingnian in private, so she took the initiative to make room for her.
After Tan Huiya left, Shen Yizhi walked through the long corridor very slowly.
The cold white lights above seemed lonely.
Pei Qingnian noticed the movement beside him, turned his head, and stood up with the help of the wall. He said in a hoarse voice, curved his lips and said: "Zhizhi."
Shen Yizhi stood in front of him, choked up, and his nose couldn't help but feel sore.
"Uncle Pei, I'm sorry."
"It's me...I didn't take good care of Pei Yanhe."
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