In the ward, warm yellow light shone down.
Su Yingxue sat beside the bed, feeding Tan Zhengchu porridge spoonful by spoonful, her movements gentle and careful.
Tan Zhengchu leaned against the head of the bed and opened his mouth cooperatively. Everything looked so peaceful and warm.
"Zhengchu, eat a little more. You need to eat more so that your body can recover faster."
As Su Yingxue spoke, she scooped up another spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and handed it to Tan Zhengchu.
Tan Zhengchu opened his mouth to take it, and just as he swallowed the third mouthful, his face suddenly changed and his brows were tightly twisted into a knot.
He held his stomach with his hands, his face full of pain.
Su Yingxue's heart suddenly tightened, and she almost dropped the spoon in her hand. She asked anxiously, "Zhengchu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Tan Zhengchu gritted his teeth, groaned, and tried to endure it, but the piercing pain became more and more severe.
He waved his hands and spoke with difficulty: "I... I'm fine, just a little stomach pain, it will be fine in a while."
As he spoke, his body slid uncontrollably towards the bed.
He struggled to get out of bed and staggered towards the bathroom, each step being extremely difficult.
Su Yingxue quickly stood up and wanted to help, but saw that Tan Zhengchu had already entered the bathroom.
Then, his heart-wrenching vomiting sound was heard from inside.
Su Yingxue stood at the bathroom door, her eyes instantly turned red, and her heart ached as if it was being pricked by thousands of needles.
She knew in her heart that Tan Zhengchu had lost a lot of weight recently because of the virus.
If this continues, what will happen?
After a long while, the vomiting sound stopped.
Tan Zhengchu staggered out, holding on to the wall, his face as pale as paper.
Su Yingxue rushed forward and hugged him tightly from behind.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried, "Zhengchu, how could you let me see you so miserable? I'm so scared. I really don't know what to do."
Tan Zhengchu turned around with difficulty and grabbed Su Yingxue's hands with both hands.
Her eyes were gentle but firm, and she comforted him softly, "Yingxue, don't cry. I'm fine. I just had a stomach upset. I'm much better now. Don't worry."
Su Yingxue shook her head desperately and cried even harder: "No, Zhengchu, I'm afraid that even if I catch Wei Hao, your body won't be able to wait. I dare not think about it. If you are really gone, what should I do? My world will be completely dark, and I will be helpless..."
When Su Yingxue thought about the possibility of losing Tan Zhengchu in the future, she was filled with fear and anxiety, as if she had fallen into an endless dark abyss.
Tan Zhengchu raised his weak hand and gently wiped away the tears from Su Yingxue's cheek.
His fingers trembled slightly, and they stroked her face with endless tenderness.
Then, he smiled beautifully, trying to dispel the gloom in Su Yingxue's heart, and said softly: "Yingxue, don't cry. Look at you, your eyes are swollen from crying."
Su Yingxue was filled with sorrow, her eyes were red, and she choked up as she responded, "Zhengchu, how can I not cry? I watched you suffer from this illness, and I was afraid... I was really afraid of losing you."
Tan Zhengchu's eyes were full of heartache and he held her in his arms.
He hugged her tightly, as if to give her strength with his arms.
He whispered in her ear: "Yingxue, don't be afraid. With you by my side, I have the courage to face all this."
Su Yingxue raised her head from his arms, looked straight at Tan Zhengchu, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
She held onto Tan Zhengchu's arm tightly with both hands and pleaded, "Zhengchu, you must not give up, you know? My babies and I cannot live without you. If you leave, our world will fall apart."
Tan Zhengchu patted her back gently, nodded slightly, and said firmly: "Yingxue, I won't give up. I can't bear to leave you and our family. I still want to watch the children grow up and grow old with you."
When Su Yingxue heard this, she felt a little comforted, stopped crying, and tried to raise the corners of her mouth into a brief smile.
When Tan Zhengchu saw her smile, a bright light flashed in his eyes.
He raised his hand and stroked her hair, praising her softly, "Yingxue, you are so beautiful when you smile. From now on, I will only allow you to smile and never let you shed a single tear."
Su Yingxue burst into laughter and said angrily, "You just try to make me happy."
But before her smile could fully unfold, she frowned again as if she suddenly remembered something.
Looking at Tan Zhengchu, he asked worriedly, "Zhengchu, you vomited after eating something just now. If you don't eat, will you starve to death?"
Tan Zhengchu gently pinched her cheek and comforted her, "Silly, don't worry about this. Lin Quan told me that even if I can't eat, I can still survive by transfusing nutrients. I won't starve to death. Don't worry."
Su Yingxue then breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in her eyes still did not dissipate.
She secretly vowed to do everything she could to make Tan Zhengchu get better, no matter what the cost.
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The lights in Lin Quan's laboratory were pale.
Various high-tech equipment are neatly arranged, exuding a cold and hard metallic luster.
There was a suffocating tension in the air.
Wei Hao was tied to a chair, his hair disheveled and his eyes revealed a hint of fear and stubbornness.
His mouth was tightly sealed, but his body was holding on and he dared not slack off at all. He knew very well in his mind that once he fell asleep.
When the "devouring" drug takes effect, serious problems will occur in the body and the person will eventually die in endless pain.
Lin Quan stood aside with a cold smile on his face.
I raised my hand and pressed the play button, and a soothing lullaby began to play.
He glanced at Wei Hao and said slowly: "Wei Hao, if you are tired, just take a nap. What's the point of struggling?"
The tone was as if he was just chatting casually, but there was scrutiny in his eyes.
When Wei Hao heard this, his eyes widened instantly and he glared at Lin Quan fiercely, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces with his eyes.
He let out a muffled groaning sound and kicked the ground with his legs desperately, trying to break free from the restraints.
The melody of the lullaby slowly penetrates into my ears.
Wei Hao's eyes became increasingly heavy, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably.
But he was still struggling hard, his legs stretched straighter and his body trembled violently.
The muscles on his face twisted in extreme pain and his eyes began to roll back.
Lin Quan watched Wei Hao struggle quietly, and a thought flashed through his mind: "He deserves it. This is the retribution for his evil deeds." But looking at Wei Hao's extremely painful appearance, he inexplicably thought of Tan Zhengchu and wondered how he was doing now.
After a moment, Lin Quan walked up to Wei Hao with steady steps and suddenly pulled off the tape on his mouth.
Wei Hao was breathing heavily, and before he could start cursing.
Lin Quan leaned down and stared at him straight in the eyes.
Then he said in a cold voice: "Wei Hao, you only have one thing to do now. Tell me how to remove the virus. Otherwise, you will be tortured to death in this pain."
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