Chapter 28. Sudden high fever and cardiac arrest. ...
At 10:00 AM on October 17th, a plane flying from Beijing to Philadelphia crashed into the sea six hours after takeoff, killing all of the more than 100 passengers and crew members on board.
During that period, the internet was flooded with reports about this incident, and it was also broadcast on the television at the restaurant where Luo Yunqing worked for more than a week.
There were elderly people, children, newlyweds, and business travelers on the plane... I also heard from the news that the young master of Teng's Auction House was on that plane as well.
He can lie, he can pretend to be a charlatan, and he can stop Teng Zaiye from taking the ride, but what about the others?
"Dreaming of a plane crash?" Pei Yanli rubbed his furrowed brows and thought for a moment. "I read the Book of Changes before. It says that dreams actually reflect what people dream about, such as anxiety and stress. Are you too tired?"
Lately, I've noticed a significant change in his appetite; he's also been sleeping poorly, often waking up startled from his dreams.
"No." Luo Yunqing immediately denied it, then hurriedly added, "Could it be that there really is such a prophecy? What if... what if it's true!"
The tone suddenly rose.
Meeting his surprised and bewildered gaze, Luo Yunqing seemed to wake from a dream, and chuckled while touching her forehead: "You're right, I guess I'm tired."
Who would believe in a dream?
He'll have to find another way himself.
What was the final cause of that accident?
It was too long, the intervals were too long, and it seems that he didn't come out until three years after Pei Yanli fell to her death, by which time he had already stopped paying attention.
How can we stop this...?
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly someone knocked on the car window.
Luo Yunqing feigned composure and descended, "Sister Yan."
"How much longer are you going to sit in the car?" Zhang Shuyan leaned on the car frame with one arm and a cigarette between his fingers. He glanced into the car and noticed that the man's expression was not quite right. "Never mind, you should rest today."
"Sister Yan, I only ran one lap."
As soon as he finished speaking, the data collector landed in front of him.
All the values were much worse than the last time.
“Racing is all about mindset. Your mindset is very off right now, and,” Zhang Shuyan pressed a finger against his brow, “what are you in such a hurry for?”
"I……"
"No matter what, let's adjust our mindset first, otherwise all the running will be in vain." Zhang Shuyan waved his hand and turned to leave.
They hadn't gone far when several drivers came over with their data panels. "Sister Yan, don't just teach him, teach us too!"
Zhang Shuyan casually took one, glanced at it, and asked, "Where's your coach? Where did Teng Zaiye go again?"
The drivers' faces instantly became more expressive than the various graffiti on the factory walls. One of them took out his phone and opened a chat window.
[Coach Teng Zaiye]: I'm heartbroken, taking three days off. (Crying)
Zhang Shuyan looked disgusted: What the hell?
At the same time, Luo Yunqing also received two messages from Teng Zaiye.
[Collecting scrap metal, cardboard, and old appliances]: Bro, your brother's having an affair!!!
[Collecting scrap metal, waste paper, and old appliances]: (Image)
Clicking through leads to a very stylish five-star restaurant, dimly lit, where you can vaguely see a man facing the camera, smiling at the person opposite him.
The man opposite him was dressed in a suit and tie, with his long hair tied up in a bun that hung over his shoulders.
At first glance, it really does look like a date.
Teng Zaiye then started making a ding-dong sound.
[Collecting scrap, waste paper, and old appliances]: Last time I asked, he said he likes mature ones.
[Collecting scrap, waste paper, and old appliances]: So that's how it works!
[Luo Yunqing]: Wait, what if it's work?
[Collecting scraps, waste paper, and old appliances]: Working in a place like this? It's clearly a date!
[Collecting scraps, cardboard boxes, and old appliances]: He never even came to a place like this for a date or dinner with me (crying loudly) (crying loudly) (crying loudly)
The young master's mentality completely collapsed.
Luo Yunqing had no interest in worrying about his affairs anymore.
Until, Teng Zaiye came again.
[Collecting scraps, cardboard boxes, old appliances]: Look how happy that man is. Waaaaah, tomorrow I'm leaving this heartbreaking place and never coming back!
Luo Yunqing was startled.
Staring at the date on my phone, and then at his words, I wondered... could it have been like this in my past life?
He hurriedly replied: "What nonsense are you spouting! If you care, go ask! You're all talk and no action, aren't you?
Teng Zaiye blinked halfway through his heartbreak.
Did he take some kind of gunpowder today?
[Collecting scrap, waste paper, and old appliances]: I... dare not ask.
[Luo Yunqing]: You dare not do anything, no wonder you're single! Coward! Wimp!
Teng Zaiye's eyes widened instantly.
Is he a coward?
How could he possibly be a coward?!
Looking further into the distance, Teng Zaiye angrily turned off the screen, suddenly stood up, and walked step by step toward the two people who were chatting happily, as if facing certain death.
He wanted to see what that man had that he didn't.
"...Then it's settled. I'll have someone deliver the things to Queen another day. Also," the man touched his nose and asked tentatively, "Mr. Jiang, are you still single?"
Jiang Ziyu took a sip of coffee and put it down.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the man continued, "I wonder what kind of person Mr. Jiang likes?"
“Mr. Chu,” Jiang Ziyu released the cup, clasped his hands together and placed them on the edge of the table, “this has nothing to do with what we’re discussing today.”
"Can't I even ask?"
The man was determined to get to the bottom of things, seemingly oblivious to the person with a dark expression walking straight towards them.
Jiang Ziyu maintained a smile throughout, remained silent for a moment, then sighed: "To be honest, I like younger girls, with outgoing personalities, and dyed pink hair..."
"Xiaoyu".
A mournful voice sounded from behind.
Before I could even turn around, pink hair with black roots had already come into view.
Teng Zaiye strode to the table, forcing a smile that was twitching in his eyes: "What are you doing here? Are you... trying to hook up with someone..."
He was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged, but he still tried to remain calm and composed.
A hint of a smile flashed across Jiang Ziyu's eyes. He pushed up his glasses and extended his hand to introduce, "This is Mr. Chu Zhuoran, who has entrusted us to appraise a piece of calligraphy and painting."
So it really was work.
His obsidian-like eyes suddenly lit up, and Teng Zaiye quickly loosened his clenched fists and wiped them behind him. "Did I disturb you?"
“No, the negotiations are over.” Jiang Ziyu then introduced the person opposite him: “This is Teng Zaiye, the young master of our auction house.”
"So it's Young Master Teng. I've heard so much about you."
Chu Zhuoran was the first to extend his hand.
Teng Zaiye's smile vanished for a moment, and he impatiently shook hands with the other person, letting go in less than a second.
He wasn't that stupid. "Why do we have to come here to discuss business when we can't do it at the auction house?"
Chu Zhuoran then said, "I'd also like to invite Mr. Jiang to dinner."
"Oh! So you invited them over for dinner." Teng Zaiye turned to face Jiang Ziyu, tilting his head towards him.
Chu Zhuoran looked between him and Jiang Ziyu before speaking again: "If I may ask, how old is Young Master Teng this year?"
"25, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Chu Zhuoran smiled and shook his head, then stood up: "I see you two have other things to do, so I won't disturb you any longer."
He straightened his suit collar and left with an air of composure.
Teng Zaiye quickly pulled up a chair next to him, his lips pursed: "Is it really just about work?"
"What else did you think?" Jiang Ziyu glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow.
With just one look, Teng Zaiye felt guilty.
Half an hour later.
Luo Yunqing received another message as soon as she got home.
[Collecting scrap metal, waste paper, and old appliances]: You're right, they were talking about work. Good thing I asked.
It's good that you asked.
The misunderstanding has been cleared up, so I definitely won't be taking that flight tomorrow.
Luo Yunqing smiled, her eyes crinkling, but soon she felt uneasy about the approaching tomorrow.
Seeing that he was restless and didn't eat much for dinner, Pei Yanli went to the kitchen again and looked for flower tea in the book.
"I've heard that lavender tea has a sleep-inducing effect, so I'll drink some before bed."
Pei Yanli brewed tea and brought it into the room.
Luo Yunqing had just finished showering. He put down the towel he was using to dry his hair, picked up the steaming cup of tea, and took a sip. The warmth flowed slowly down his throat and into his heart, and his brows relaxed.
"Husband, if—I mean, if—someone is about to die in front of you, and you have the ability to save them," he said softly, stroking his teacup and looking down, "would you save them?"
"What kind of dream is this?"
Luo Yunqing did not answer, "You will save him, won't you?"
“If I have the ability, I will definitely save him; after all, it's a life.” Pei Yanli picked up a hair towel from the side and gently rubbed his still-dripping hair, then added, “But it has to be within my capabilities. You…”
Did something like this happen?
"I knew it." Luo Yunqing finished the rest of her tea in one gulp, hugged him and kissed him, as if she had made up her mind.
…………
The next morning, around ten o'clock.
After class, Luo Yunqing went against the flow of people to the rooftop, closed the door, took out an unregistered SIM card, put it in her phone, and dialed the airline.
He covered his mouth with his sleeve.
"Hello, welcome to Yanjing Airlines. How can I help you?"
"Ten o'clock, the plane is flying to Philadelphia."
"Are you flying to Philadelphia at 10 o'clock? I'm sorry, sir, the plane has already checked in and is about to take off. You're going to miss it now. How about we reschedule for the next flight?"
"I planted a bomb on it."
"What!"
"Miniature bomb."
After saying that, Luo Yunqing hung up decisively. She pulled out the SIM card and leaned weakly against the wall.
The wind howled in my ears; just moments ago it was a bright, sunny day, but now it was covered in dark clouds.
He slowly squatted down, burying his head in his knees, one hand wrapped around himself, the other holding his phone and resting it on his knee, trembling uncontrollably.
He didn't stop until the bell rang for the next class. He then put on a stern face, opened the door, and went downstairs.
After that, I never dared to turn on my phone again.
Will this really stop it?
What if it still doesn't work, and something still goes wrong...
"Yunqing, why are you sweating so much? Do you have a fever?"
"Oh my god! He really has a fever! Quick, take him to the hospital."
The sound came and went, and the world spun before her eyes. Someone lifted one of her arms, and Luo Yunqing took two steps before her knees buckled and she knelt down.
Upon receiving the news, Pei Yanli rushed to the hospital, only to be told that the patient was in emergency care.
"Didn't you say it was just a fever?" Chen Zhao, who had come along, was bewildered. "How could it be so serious?"
Tang Ya-jun is not in the emergency department and does not participate in the treatment, but she heard from her colleagues that "it is a fever, but the cause is unknown. It is neither viral nor bacterial."
“He’s been very tired lately and keeps saying strange things.” Pei Yanli gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. “It’s my fault for not taking good care of him.”
"Don't worry too much," Tang Yajun quickly said. "I heard the fever is slowly going down, and I guess it will be fine soon."
But her words of comfort had no effect whatsoever in the face of the red light flashing in the emergency room.
Chen Zhao beckoned her aside and asked, "What are the specifics?"
"I didn't go in, so how would I know?" Tang Yajun glanced at the person in the wheelchair, then walked to the side and muttered softly, "I heard that when they were brought here, they already had a fever of 43 degrees Celsius."
"So tall!"
"Shh!" Tang Yajun quickly raised her finger to her lips. "Don't tell Second Master now. Telling him will only make him more worried."
"I understand."
Chen Zhao couldn't understand why the illness had suddenly become so severe.
Inside the emergency room.
Luo Yunqing has already been put on an oxygen tube.
Within minutes, the electrocardiogram showed a flat line.
"Defibrillator, quick!"
Time passed second by second. The doctor held the defibrillator and checked the electrocardiogram every two or three vibrations.
However, his heartbeat briefly returned, but soon stopped again.
"What happened?"
A full hour had passed since Luo Yunqing was wheeled into the emergency room, and Tang Yajun began to frequently check the time.
Even if it's a sudden high fever, it should subside by now.
Nearly half an hour later, Chen Zhao also realized something was wrong. "Could something have gone wrong?"
"No way," Tang Yajun said without hesitation. "Our hospital has the highest level of medical expertise in the city."
How could even a small fever be...
Yes, how come even a fever takes so long to treat?
"Don't worry, I'll go ask."
Just as we were about to pass by, the red light in the emergency room suddenly went out.
The operating room door opened, and the emergency physician emerged, wiping away sweat and panting heavily.
Pei Yanli wheeled herself forward and, after almost an hour and a half without speaking, asked in a hoarse voice, "My lover, how is he?"
"Finally... the emergency treatment went very smoothly, and the temperature has come down." The doctor stepped aside, and two nurses then pushed the gurney out.
In just half a day, his face under the oxygen mask looked extremely thin, as if he had been seriously ill for a long time.
"Next, we just need to wait for him to wake up and observe him for a while."
Pei Yanli thanked him and followed Chen Zhao to the ward.
Tang Yajun then stopped the doctor who was about to enter the operating room again, saying, "He just has a fever, doesn't he?"
"Fever?" The doctor laughed. "I've never seen anyone have a fever that led to cardiac arrest."
"Cardiac arrest!" Tang Yajun exclaimed in astonishment. "Does he have any family history of hereditary diseases?"
The doctor shook his head: "We've checked, and there's nothing there, which is why I said I'd never seen it before. But thankfully, he was saved."
…………
After sleeping for half a day, Luo Yunqing slowly awoke.
He was first drawn to the dampness on his hands. Turning his eyes, he saw Pei Yanli wiping his hands under the bedside lamp.
"husband."
The sound was very soft, almost like Pei Yanli's hallucination.
He looked over instantly, then cautiously reached out his hand as if to let out a sigh of relief. "Awake? Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."
Luo Yunqing nodded and looked around. "Where is this?"
"You suddenly developed a high fever and were brought here from the hospital." Pei Yanli poured a small half-cup of warm water and brought it to his lips, feeding him slowly. "I've arranged for you to take a day off. Rest well for the next few days."
Luo Yunqing eagerly sipped the warm water, but it didn't quench her thirst, so she asked him to pour her a whole cup.
Pei Yanli asked again, "Are you hungry? Chen Zhao brought porridge half an hour ago, and it's still hot."
“Drink!” Luo Yunqing nodded.
The headboard was slowly raised.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, I felt refreshed and broke out in a sweat.
Seeing that he had a good appetite and was in good spirits, Pei Yanli was temporarily relieved. After putting away the thermos, she said with a complicated expression, "You're right, perhaps some dreams are indeed prophecies."
Luo Yunqing was puzzled.
"A plane crashed this morning."
Something's happened!
Luo Yunqing suddenly gripped the blanket tightly.
Was all his efforts in vain?
“Someone called the airline, saying he had planted a bomb on the plane.” Pei Yanli showed him today’s news. “The airline called the police and conducted an emergency investigation, but they found nothing. It was a false alarm.”
"No one was hurt?"
"It hadn't taken off yet at that time."
Luo Yunqing picked up her phone, opened it, and scrolled down the list. The 10 o'clock flight had been canceled.
"Very good!!"
"So happy?" Pei Yanli patted the person who excitedly hugged her. "Alright, lie back down first. You're not fully recovered yet."
"Um!"
Luo Yunqing let out a long sigh of relief, lay down again, then turned to her side and took his hand, murmuring, "That's great."
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