Chapter 193 Back to reality?
Just after Zhou Rui committed suicide, Su Tang suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.
When her consciousness finally faded away, she only heard Lu Xiao's exclamation.
So tired, why do I feel so tired...
Su Tang felt like he was thrown into a washing machine. He rolled around dizzy for who knows how long before he took a breath and opened his eyes.
What meets the eye is the glaring incandescent light, and the air is filled with the familiar yet unfamiliar smell of disinfectant.
There was a soft single bed beneath him, and he was covered with a thin blanket with the hospital logo printed on it.
She sat up suddenly, her heart pounding against her chest, almost jumping out.
"Eh? Doctor Su, are you awake?"
The door of the lounge was pushed open, and a colleague in a white coat poked his head in, looking relaxed.
"You're such a sleeper! You said you were going to lie down for a while, but you've already slept for almost three hours. If your breathing hadn't been steady, we would have given you a shot of glucose."
"But it's true. We've been working non-stop for so long. It's time to take a good rest. Do you want to eat?"
Three hours?
Su Tang's mind buzzed. Three hours? How could it be only three hours?
She spent several years in that world.
She watched with her own eyes as the villain Zhou Rui shot himself in despair. The sky and the earth changed color in that instant, as if the whole world was collapsing and shattering, and she fell into endless darkness.
But the heart-wrenching pain has not yet subsided. She even remembers her son Cheng'an's soft little hands around her neck, calling him "Mom" in a baby voice.
She still remembered her husband Lu Xiao's eyes, which were always calm and reliable, and filled with tenderness and love when he looked at her.
And Su's father and mother, Lu's father and mother, Wang Xinxin, everything in the northwest, her lover, her relatives...
Everything was so real, every detail was so unforgettable, how could it be just a three-hour dream?
No, she must have been frightened.
"No...it's not a dream..."
She muttered to herself, her face pale, and her fingers subconsciously clenched the clothes on her chest.
The place was empty, without the bullet-shaped necklace that Lu Xiao gave her.
"Doctor Su? Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"
A colleague approached with concern: "You look so bad, why don't I take you for a checkup."
Su Tang suddenly raised his head and grabbed his colleague's arm with such force that the other person hissed: "What year is it now? What month and day is it?"
Her colleague was frightened by her appearance and stammered out the date.
Sure enough...it was only a few hours after she entered the novel.
A huge panic and despair came over me in an instant, even worse than the moment I saw Zhou Rui commit suicide.
That was not the end of the script, that was the collapse of her life.
She lost everything she had gained, and those wonderful experiences now seemed like a dream.
"No...I have to go back...I have to go back!"
She jumped out of bed like a madman, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and rushed out barefoot.
"Doctor Su! Where are you going?!"
She rushed back to her office, turned on the computer with trembling hands, and searched frantically for the novel, all the information about that era, and any possible clues about time travel.
No, nothing.
The novel lay quietly in the database, and the ending remained at [Zhou Rui committed suicide, and everything ended].
She tried to open it and read it again, but found that the words inside became blurry and distant.
The events that she had personally experienced seemed a little pale when she read them now.
She tried to concentrate and tried hard to think about that era, Lu Xiao, Cheng An, and that small courtyard.
Thinking of the splitting headache and the pounding heart, the scene before my eyes is still the cold computer screen and the desk piled with documents.
In vain.
Su Tang supported his head with his hands, feeling as if the sky was falling.
If her colleagues hadn't been holding her back, she felt she would have fallen.
The hospital thought Su Tang was too tired, so they gave her a few days off to let her have a good rest.
Su Tang tried every possible way. She even prayed to gods and Buddhas like a madman and searched the Internet for masters who claimed to have psychic powers. She spent a huge amount of her savings, but all she got was deception and disappointment.
A medical giant in the modern world, a top scientific research environment, a convenient and affluent life...
All of this was once her goal, but now it has become a gorgeous cage that imprisons her.
There was no one here that she missed.
Su Tang sat powerlessly on the cold floor, her back against the cold wall. Tears finally burst out like a dam breaking, but she couldn't make a sound.
It turns out that the greatest pain is not going through hardships, but letting you receive the warmest light, and then ruthlessly pushing you back to the cold place, telling you that it was just an illusion.
She can't go back.
She lost her Cheng'an, her Lu Xiao, and her home forever.
Su Tang curled up in the corner, like a child abandoned by the whole world.
Outside the window, the city is bustling with traffic, but it has nothing to do with her.
But in that old book that has been completed, time has not stopped.
Su Tang's body did not disappear.
He just completely lost consciousness, as if he had fallen into a sleep from which he would never wake up, and lay quietly in bed.
Lu Xiao just sat aside.
He stayed awake for several days and nights.
He was like a sculpture whose soul had been sucked out, with only bloodshot eyes staring at his wife's pale face without blinking.
His military uniform was wrinkled and covered with dust from when he brought her back that day.
A dark stubble appeared on his chin, and he was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But the hand he held on Su Tang was still warm and steady.
Lu Xiao's fingertips stroked the back of her slightly cold hand again and again, as if this could bring back her consciousness which had long since drifted away.
"Tangtang..."
His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Did you get enough sleep? Cheng'an was very well behaved today. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but he kept lying at the door looking at you."
Outside the door, little Cheng'an bit his lips, his big eyes like black grapes full of confusion.
With red eyes, Lu Ma and Su Ma brought another bowl of porridge.
"Xiaozi, you should at least eat a bite. If Tangtang wakes up and sees you like this, she...she will feel so uncomfortable..."
Lu Ma's voice was choked with sobs.
Lu Xiao seemed not to hear, his eyes still on Su Tang's face, but he held her hand a little tighter.
"The doctor said there was nothing he could do, he just fell asleep..."
"She's just tired."
Lu Xiao suddenly interrupted Lu's mother. His tone was firm but trembling. He didn't know whether he was trying to convince his mother or himself.
"She said that no matter what, she would stay with me and Cheng'an."
"She never lies to me."
He leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against Su Tang's.
He closed his eyes and felt the gentle breath brushing against his skin, which was almost the only thing that supported him from falling.
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