No matter how afraid you are, what's coming will still come.
After a week, Xiao Wujie gradually lost his sense of touch.
It starts with numbness in the hands and gradually spreads to the whole body until the sense of touch is completely lost.
Ye Jinyu had been paying close attention to Xiao Wujie's condition and had tried to take some measures to slow it down, but since the root of the problem was not addressed, these were only superficial measures and had no effect whatsoever.
Of the five senses, losing the sense of touch is the most terrifying.
Loss of sight can be compensated for with the help of tools or others; loss of hearing can be compensated for with sign language or written communication; loss of smell and taste can also be compensated for with other senses.
Touch is the most basic sense, the link between us and the external environment, and cannot be effectively compensated for by other senses.
For the first time, Xiao Wujie felt like he was about to collapse.
No matter how he groped or moved, there was always nothing beneath him.
For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the two years he had been in a coma, with no support or foothold, as if he were floating in the void, falling endlessly.
If it weren't for his sense of hearing and smell, he would truly feel like he had been abandoned by the world.
What's most frustrating is that the disappearance of touch doesn't mean the disappearance of pain.
The loss of tactile sensation only prevented Xiao Wujie from feeling pain from external stimuli, but the pain he experienced during his illness did not originate from external stimuli.
The underground laboratory, which contained only a single bed, was packed with people.
Xiao Shuihan's eyes were bloodshot, his pupils seemed about to burst, and his hands, intertwined with Luo Yilan's, were so clenched that the knuckles bulged. The usually resilient Luo Yilan's eyes were also red, and her back teeth were clenched so hard that her temples bulged.
Beside her, Yunmo had already buried her face in Chuwan's shoulder and burst into tears. In the same situation, Ai Ruoman leaned on Lu Zhufeng's shoulder and sobbed softly, while Lu Zhufeng stared at the ceiling with red eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look at her.
On the central bed in the laboratory, Xiao Wujie struggled in unbearable pain.
The intense pain caused his thin body to tremble uncontrollably, his pale skin was covered in sweat, and the prominent veins bulged out like ferocious lines.
His eyes were red-rimmed, he gritted his teeth, and his hands clenched into fists and then relaxed, groping haphazardly.
He lost his sense of touch and could not feel anything even when he grabbed something for support. Because of the unbearable pain, he moved violently and his arm slammed hard against the bed wall, leaving a horrifying bruise.
Chu Liyue, her eyes bloodshot, held him tightly. Seeing this, she quickly gripped his wrist to prevent him from hurting himself.
In the past, even when Xiao Wujie had an attack, as long as she held and comforted him, he would become much more well-behaved, no matter how painful or unbearable it was.
But this time, no matter how much she stroked his back with her palms or kissed his forehead and the corners of his eyes with her red lips, it had no effect.
Because he can't feel it.
"Hold him down and give him a sedative."
Beside him, Ye Jinyu, who had been holding the syringe for a long time, gritted her teeth and spoke.
Xiao Wujie's chaotic struggles made it impossible for him to treat him.
"Wait a little longer, let me try to comfort you."
Chu Liyue held Xiao Wujie tightly, gripping his wrist, her eyes bloodshot as she spoke.
She knew that Xiao Wujie was in this near-mental breakdown because he had lost his sense of touch and was having difficulty accepting and adapting to it, coupled with the torment of severe pain.
How could she bear to give him a sedative?
Knowing it was useless, she still instinctively stroked Xiao Wujie's back with her palm, then cupped his head, her red lips close to his ear, her voice hoarse and strained:
“Sweetie, I know you can hear me, it’s your older sister.”
"Be good, slow down your breathing, don't move, okay?"
"I'll hold you, I'll keep holding you. Don't move. Once Ye Jinyu treats you, the pain will go away."
Xiao Wujie's eyes reddened even more, his empty eyes filled with tears, and he cried out in a broken, sobbing voice, "Sister..."
He writhed even more uncontrollably, struggling as if trying to get closer to Chu Liyue's embrace, even though Chu Liyue was holding him tightly.
"Be good, don't move, I'm holding you."
Xiao Wujie seemed to be overwhelmed by pain, his consciousness somewhat blurred, tears welling in his eyes, and he uttered in a hoarse, broken voice: "I want you to hold me."
"Sister, hug me."
Chu Liyue held him tightly in her arms, but no matter how she hugged him or comforted him, she couldn't stop him from struggling.
With gritted teeth, Chu Liyue's eyes showed extreme struggle, yet she still whispered in his ear, forcing a cold voice:
"If you don't behave, I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wujie seemed to have his mental defenses completely shattered. Tears streamed down his face, and he frantically reached out, as if trying to hold onto Chu Liyue and prevent her from leaving. His voice broke down.
"Sister, don't go! Don't go!"
"Please, sister, don't go!"
Chu Liyue suppressed the excruciating pain in her heart, and said in a tight voice, "Then listen to me. From now on, calm your breathing and don't move."
"Okay, I...I won't move, please don't go, please don't go."
Xiao Wujie pursed his lips and sobbed.
His mental breakdown did not affect his obedience to Chu Liyue. He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst through the skin.
His body trembled uncontrollably from the pain, but he endured it and tried his best to remain still.
He closed his eyes tightly, leaning against Chu Liyue's chest, and asked in a broken voice:
"Sister... Sister, I... I won't move anymore. Please don't be angry, don't go, okay?"
Chu Liyue closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears from her eyes. She lowered her head to kiss away the tears at the corners of Xiao Wujie's eyes, her throat choked with emotion, almost unable to utter a sound.
"I won't leave, I won't leave."
Just as Chu Liyue gestured to Ye Jinyu to prepare to administer the painkiller, Xiao Wujie suddenly spoke again, his voice trembling:
"Sister, please kiss me."
Chu Liyue's cold, tear-filled eyes flickered, and she said in a low, hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll kiss you. Then you have to listen to me. When I tell you not to move, don't move. Let Ye Jinyu give you a painkiller injection."
Xiao Wujie's body tensed and trembled as he nodded through the pain.
When Chu Liyue pinched his chin and lowered her head to kiss him, he choked out, "Sister... Sister..."
He stopped speaking. He realized his voice was muffled and understood that Chu Liyue was kissing him.
Although his mouth was cold and numb, he still gently moved his lips, as if hoping to receive a familiar warmth and softness.
Chu Liyue placed her hand on his cheek and said softly and laboredly, "Be good, right now, your sister is kissing you."
"Don't move, Ye Jinyu is giving you a painkiller injection."
Xiao Wujie whimpered and hummed in response.
Seeing this, Ye Jinyu quickly pressed down on his arm and inserted the needle into his skin with precision and speed.
During the acupuncture, his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Xiao Wujie had no sense of touch and could not feel the pain of the needles, but he was afraid that if he suddenly moved, all his efforts would be in vain.
Although Xiao Wujie's arm trembled, he didn't move at all throughout the entire process.
After the injection, Chu Liyue released her lips and hugged him tightly to comfort him: "It's okay, it's over, it won't hurt anymore soon."
Ye Jinyu's injection was given with a higher dosage, and it took effect very quickly.
As the pain receded like a tide, Xiao Wujie was also exhausted. He leaned limply against Chu Liyue's chest, his nose twitching as he inhaled the rose scent emanating from her, trying to feel her presence.
He was soaked in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled from the water, his eyelids trembling, and he murmured exhaustedly:
"Sister, can you sleep with me for a while?"
"I'm going to sleep, so you can leave."
"And...and also, we agreed that you wouldn't call me 'darling' for a while."
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