Chapter 84 I'm Here
The doctor checked Pei Song's heart rate and breathing every five minutes.
"The temperature is slowly rising," he said, "but we can't let our guard down."
Shi Yanchen hugged Pei Song, feeling his weak heartbeat.
He had never felt time passing so slowly, every second seemed like torture.
Suddenly, Pei Song's body trembled slightly.
"He's shaking." Shi Yanchen said nervously.
"This is a good sign," the doctor explained, "It means your body's temperature regulation function is recovering." He took the temperature again, "30.5 degrees, keep it up."
The room was so quiet that you could hear everyone's breathing.
Zhou Feng leaned against the wall, his eyes falling on Pei Song's watch and keys on the bedside table.
Those ordinary daily necessities looked so dazzling at this moment, as if silently telling everything that had happened in the past few hours.
Pei Song's breathing gradually became steady and his face was no longer so pale.
But he still showed no signs of waking up.
"Why aren't you awake yet?" Shi Yanchen asked in a low voice, with deep worry in his voice.
"The body needs time to recover," the doctor said. "The most important thing now is to keep his body temperature stable. When he wakes up, we will do a more detailed examination."
Shi Yanchen tightened his arms and rested his chin lightly on the top of Pei Song's head.
He could feel that the body under his palm was no longer as cold as before, but it was still far from normal body temperature.
"Hold on." He whispered in Pei Song's ear, "I'm here."
The sky gradually brightened, and the snowstorm outside the window continued. The howling wind shrouded the entire mountaintop in a depressing atmosphere.
Pei Song moved slightly in his arms, as if looking for a more comfortable position.
This subtle movement immediately made Shi Yanchen tense up.
"He is just sleeping now." The doctor explained, "This is the body's self-repair process. It is better to let him wake up naturally."
Shi Yanchen maintained the same posture all night, using his body temperature to warm the person in his arms.
He hardly closed his eyes, fearing that Pei Song might feel uncomfortable.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Pei Song's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Shi Yanchen held his breath and called softly: "Pei Song?"
Pei Song slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still a little dazed.
He tried to move his fingers, but he had no strength left.
"Don't worry." The doctor pressed the stethoscope against Pei Song's chest and listened carefully for a while. "The heart sounds are normal, and the pupils are also responding well to light."
Pei Song wanted to speak, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
"Wait." The doctor stopped Shi Yanchen who was about to get some water. "The hypothermic patient has just woken up, so he can't drink too much water at once." He poured a small half cup of warm water. "One or two sips at most each time, take your time."
Shi Yanchen nodded, carefully lifted Pei Song's head, and let him drink water in small sips.
"Are you feeling unwell?" the doctor asked.
Pei Song shook his head with difficulty, feeling weak all over, without even the strength to raise his hands.
"This is normal," the doctor said. "Your body has experienced extreme hypothermia and needs a recovery process. The most important thing now is to rest and not push yourself too hard."
Shi Yanchen held Pei Song's hand all the time, and the warmth of his palm made Pei Song feel inexplicably at ease.
"The body temperature is 36.5 degrees, and the heart rate is gradually stabilizing." The doctor nodded with satisfaction.
Pei Song wanted to say something, but sleepiness came over him again. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became blurred again.
"Go to sleep." Shi Yanchen whispered in his ear, "I'm always here."
At noon, Su Mi arrived.
He stood at the door of the room, stunned for a moment when he saw Shi Yanchen hugging Pei Song tightly.
"Cousin..." he called softly.
Shi Yanchen didn't even turn his head: "Come in."
The doctor was taking Pei Song's temperature. When he saw another person coming, he nodded slightly.
Zhou Feng, who was leaning against the wall, raised his head: "Su Mi?"
"Senior Zhou." Su Mi nodded at him with a complicated look in her eyes.
He noticed the anxiety and fatigue in Zhou Feng's eyes, and then looked at his cousin's unusual silence, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.
"Why are you here?" Shi Yanchen asked.
"I was at another ski resort. When I heard that Song Song was in trouble, I quickly asked someone to bring me here." Su Mi walked to the bedside and looked at Pei Song's pale face worriedly. "Is he... okay?"
"The body temperature has returned to normal." The doctor said as he recorded the data, "But we need to continue to observe to prevent other complications."
Shi Yanchen added softly: "The doctor said the situation is improving."
Su Mi was stunned for a moment. He had never seen his cousin like this before. He even spoke in a very low voice, for fear of disturbing the person in his arms.
He looked at Zhou Feng again. Although he was standing in the corner, Zhou Feng's eyes never left Pei Song on the bed.
Su Mi recalled the time when Pei Song was rejected by Zhou Feng when they graduated from college, and then looked at the way her cousin was protecting her now, and she felt mixed emotions.
"Do you want to take a rest?" Su Mi asked Shi Yanchen softly, "I can help you watch him."
Shi Yanchen shook his head: "No need."
Su Mi sighed, pulled over a chair and sat down.
The room was so quiet that he could hear everyone's breathing. This weird atmosphere made him feel a little uncomfortable.
It was already evening when Pei Song woke up again. This time, his consciousness was finally fully clear.
"How do you feel now?" The doctor came over and checked his pupil reaction.
"A little thirsty..." Pei Song's voice was hoarse.
"I'll prepare some warm saline for you," the doctor said. "The most important thing for you now is to replenish the lost fluids and electrolytes."
Shi Yanchen carefully helped Pei Song to sit up slowly and let him lean on his arms.
"Songsong, drink this first." Su Mi picked up the warm salt water prepared by the doctor and carefully fed it to Pei Song.
"Drink slowly, don't rush." The doctor advised, "Your digestive system is still very fragile now, so you must proceed step by step. I will prepare some liquid nutritious meals later, starting with rice soup, and then increase the protein content when your tolerance is better."
Pei Song nodded. He could feel Shi Yanchen's hands trembling slightly, obviously exhausted from not having rested for a long time.
"It's time for you to rest." Pei Song said in a low voice.
"I'm not tired." Shi Yanchen looked at him tenderly.
The doctor smiled and said, "Mr. Shi, I haven't slept since last night. I'm afraid you might be feeling unwell."
Pei Song's nose felt sore and he felt deeply moved.
At this moment, Zhou Feng walked in quickly and saw Pei Song woke up. A hint of surprise flashed across his face: "You woke up?"
He subconsciously wanted to step forward, but stopped when he met Shi Yanchen's gaze. He then restrained his expression and said seriously, "The car has been found. The license plate is a fake, but from the driving trajectory, they drove north."
"Mr. Wei..." Pei Song spoke weakly.
Shi Yanchen immediately held his hand tightly: "Who is it?"
"It was Mr. Wei from Yinhe Real Estate." Pei Song said, "They...deliberately abandoned me on the mountain."
Shi Yanchen's face turned gloomy in an instant, and an invisible chill spread in the room.
Zhou Feng also clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.