Chapter 25
The next few days seemed to last a lifetime.
Qu Xing was able to concentrate on training, but Ling Yin, on the other hand, grew increasingly nervous as the test results approached. Even though the doctor had told him it was most likely that disease, he still held onto a glimmer of hope.
What if?
Later, even his teammates noticed that Ling Yin was in a bad mood. He could only pretend to be calm and composed in front of Qu Xing. In front of others, he didn't even act, and his brows were always slightly furrowed.
Once, Jiang Lin came to ask him something, but he didn't hear anything after asking several times. Jiang Lin shouted loudly: "Ling Yin!"
The thing in Ling Yin's hand fell to the ground and rolled a few times before he looked up: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Lin choked as he looked at the things on the ground. "... Never mind. It's okay."
At this moment, Jiang Lin imagined several tragic dramas of unrequited love, and couldn't help but feel sad.
On the day they went to the hospital to get the report, nearly everyone in the base was out. Jiang Lin quietly got into the car, He Weichen stood by the door, Le Anyi clamored to go, and even Zhao Hui squeezed in. The car was nearly full. Zhou Si decisively took Ling Yin and Qu Xing, avoiding the group and sneaking away in another car.
As he stepped into the hospital, Ling Yin, though seemingly calm, was actually quite nervous. He couldn't help but gently hook Qu Xing's sleeve, and when he turned his head, he saw Qu Xing staring intently at something in front of him.
Following his gaze, Ling Yin saw an elegant old lady with gray hair. Supported by her family, she walked with small steps, looking quite difficult to move.
Qu Xing only looked for a moment before looking away.
Just a little bit like grandma, that's all.
As she passed by them, the old lady suddenly started coughing violently. The sound sounded as if she was coughing out her internal organs, which attracted the attention of people around her.
Qu Xing subconsciously glanced back and suddenly saw the old woman bending over and spitting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with some unidentified objects. The hall suddenly became chaotic. Several nurses gathered around and quickly the old woman was wheeled away, leaving only a pool of blood.
When they reached the elevator, Ling Yin noticed that Qu Xing's hands were shaking.
Zhou Si: "What's wrong?!"
Qu Xing frowned tightly, his face was frighteningly pale.
Qu Xing didn't know what was wrong with him. He hadn't felt this way since his grandmother vomited blood, yet now he could barely stand. He closed his eyes, feeling the world falling in waves for no apparent reason. The dizziness he'd felt a week before returned, and he couldn't even breathe.
"Qu Xing? Qu Xing?"
Qu Xing vaguely felt someone shaking him, as if someone were holding him tightly, but the feeling wasn't real. Darkness rolled in like a tide, and all the remaining noise faded away. Only one overwhelming feeling overwhelmed him—he was going to die.
Qu Xing didn't know what happened next. When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the hospital bed, an oxygen tube inserted through his nose, and an electrocardiogram monitor beeping beside him.
"Awake?" The doctor pushed open the door of the ward and came in with a smile on his face that didn't fit the current atmosphere.
I don’t know why Qu Xing felt relaxed.
"You had a genetic test last week, right, Qu Xing?" The doctor looked at the mysterious paper in his hand.
Ling Yin didn't care about anything else. He held Qu Xing's hand tightly and looked at the doctor.
Zhou Si: “Yes.”
The doctor stared at the report and chuckled, "You're lucky, young man. This kind of disease is usually highly hereditary. Is it your biological father?"
Qu Xing stared blankly at the godlike angel in white beside the bed. Before he could react, the hands gripping him suddenly loosened, then tightened again. Ling Yin lowered his head, his cold forehead resting on the back of his hands. His hands were still trembling.
Qu Xing came back to his senses after this series of reactions. The ECG monitor began to beep rapidly, and his eyes lit up: "Really?!"
The doctor smiled and said, "Alright, alright, calm down. You're not in a good condition to get too excited right now."
Zhou Si hurriedly reported the situation to the DL group and asked, "So what's his current situation?"
"It's still a minor functional defect in the heart..." Seeing the handsome man next to the bed's face change again, the doctor comforted him, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It usually doesn't require special treatment. It shouldn't be as serious as yours. Have you experienced any major stimulation in the past few months, or have you been in a state of long-term depression?"
Qu Xing was stunned: "...all of them."
Ling Yin paused upon hearing this and looked at Qu Xing.
"How long?"
Qu Xing was silent for a while, then said slowly, "I can't remember, it's been almost a year... but it got much better recently."
"Ouch," the doctor couldn't help but sigh. "That's definitely not going to work. Rest first. Keep your composure during this time. Don't get any more irritation or shock. You're still quite fragile. Also, maintain a regular sleep schedule and cut down on smoking and drinking. While this minor defect isn't a big deal in itself, long-term depression and irritation like you are is definitely not going to work. It could even lead to decreased heart function. If it gets more serious, fainting wouldn't be a big deal; there's even the risk of sudden death."
Seeing the handsome guy getting nervous again, he added, "...but it's usually not that serious."
The doctor assured him, "Family members should take good care of him and try not to overexpose him. This is definitely not just a heart problem. Take him to a psychiatrist."
Qu Xing's eyes widened: "Huh?"
"What?" The doctor couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. "It's okay. Mental problems are just like any other physical illness. You have to treat it before it gets worse, okay?"
Qu Xing: "Oh." But he felt that he was mentally healthy...
"Alright." The doctor walked out. "Rest for a while. Once you're stable, we can remove the ECG monitor."
"Oh..." Qu Xing realized belatedly that Ling Yin had been holding his hand.
After the doctor left, Ling Yin naturally lifted the quilt and stuffed Qu Xing's hand in. The moment the touch on his hand disappeared, Qu Xing moved his fingertips, forcibly suppressing the urge to grab it back. Disappointed, he thought: Why don't you hold hands anymore?
When we were released from the hospital, it was already dark outside.
Qu Xing was unwilling to see a psychiatrist, but Zhou Si was worried, so he contacted his own psychologist while walking.
Ling Yin had been nervous for a week, and now that he knew Qu Xing wouldn't die for a while, he felt a little powerless. He even abandoned his elegant image and walked out with half his body weight pressing Qu Xing down.
"Cheer up, Brother Ling." Qu Xing was so pressed down by him that he staggered with every step. "Why can't you walk anymore? Do you want me to carry you?"
Ling Yin heard this, put his arm around Qu Xing's shoulders from behind and took a half-step forward. Suddenly thinking of this person's heart, he felt like he was holding down a fragile porcelain doll. He hurried away, startled, but perhaps to comfort Qu Xing's heart, he reached out with his left hand to cover him.
Two people eat at the same time.
Qu Xing grabbed that hand, expressionless: "Why are you still acting like a hooligan?"
Ling Yin: “…”
He chuckled and lowered his head: "I'm sorry."
Zhou Si frowned and put away his phone. He glanced back at the two of them and continued walking forward calmly: "If you two continue to be affectionate with each other back at the base, it will be embarrassing to do that in public. If someone takes a picture of you, the news will spread all over the place, saying that you two are dating..." He paused, remembering that the code name for these two in the outside world was "the young couple", and there was nothing clear about them to begin with.
Zhou Si: "...Anyway, be mindful of the impact."
After this incident, the fear he'd felt, born of his lingering affection, faded away silently. Originally, this fear had been because his affection had cast a distant, alluring image over Ling Yin. But during this time, Ling Yin had drawn unchecked to him, so close that Qu Xing felt as if they were born to be connected. Qu Xing couldn't understand himself seven days ago—how could he have wanted to distance himself from the Wind God?
On the second day after returning to the base, Qu Xing was pulled by Zhou Si to a place on the third floor of the base.
"What?" Qu Xing looked at the sign at the door of the psychological counseling room: "I'm not sick."
"I didn't say you were sick," Zhou Si advised gently, "Go talk to her. If you have any worries, let Sister Wen help you relieve them."
Zhou Si said as he pushed Qu Xing in, "Don't be afraid, you will see each other often in future competitions."
Before Qu Xing could resist, he turned around and met the person sitting on the side of the sofa.
Wen Zi crossed her legs gracefully, her face gentle: "Hello, Dazzling."
Now that you've come in, it would be impolite to turn around and leave.
Qu Xing smiled and said, "Hello, Sister Wen."
"Please sit down first." Wen Zi pointed to another sofa.
"oh."
"The Fourth Master told me that you had been suppressing your emotions for a long time and were reluctant to tell them." Wen Zi smiled gently.
Qu Xing thought she was going to say, "Would you like to tell me about it?"
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, it was just that he didn't want to tell stories to others. Besides, the Fourth Master hadn't asked him.
Wen Zi: "Then should we talk about something else?"
"Huh?" Qu Xing was confused and nodded: "Sure."
Wen Zi's heart was filled with the adorableness of this creature, but she wore a warm and steady smile. "You've been at the base for a month, right? Who are you closest to at the base?"
"Wind God." Qu Xing said without hesitation, then changed the subject: "Speaking of the Wind God..."
He looked at the closed door of the consultation room, moved closer to the sofa, and said, "You will keep this a secret for me, sister."
Wen Zi: "Of course."
Qu Xing said: "I'm really suffocating. I feel like I'm falling in love with the Wind God."
Wen Zining's smile froze, then gradually began to widen. To maintain her image, she struggled to hold back her words, "What do you mean?"
"I feel like he's at least 10% responsible for my heart condition." Qu Xing said this mysteriously, then suddenly didn't want to continue and collapsed backwards: "Alas..."
Wen Zi felt that he was like a cat who was not afraid of strangers. No human could be so relaxed in front of strangers. Only cats who were close to their family and immersed in their own little world could be like this.
Of course, no one would put on airs in front of a cat.
While being so cute that he cried out, Wen Zi unconsciously relaxed and leaned back: "Ah——"
She looked at the paintings on the wall of the consultation room for a while and said, "So this isn't just ordinary love? It's affecting your heart."
"Yes." Qu Xing responded.
"Then let me tell you about my experience so you can use it as a reference." Wen Zi said.
Qu Xing sat up and looked at her, saying seriously, "Okay."
"A few years ago, I also accidentally fell in love with someone."
"Really, liking someone is something you do accidentally. One moment you're just friends... or something. Then, at some mysterious moment, when you're not paying attention, your heart suddenly starts beating faster. It's like your body has chosen a lover for you, and you think about them all day long. Seeing them makes you uncomfortable, and not being able to see them makes you even more uncomfortable... That's called physiological liking."
Qu Xing thought, isn't this exactly how he feels?!
Qu Xing: "Have you confessed your feelings to that person?"
"At first, I didn't dare." Wen Zi smiled. "Let alone confessing my feelings, even being close to him felt—how should I put it? It felt like being close to him was a luxury. Although I really, really wanted to be close, I just didn't dare for some reason. I'll call it a tremor of happiness. Because of this tremor of happiness, I must have looked quite aloof. Anyway, our relationship didn't become so good after all."
Qu Xing: "And then?"
"Then he fell in love." Wen Zi smiled, unable to tell whether it was nostalgia or bitterness.
Qu Xing froze: "...Ah."
"Physiological love is the most difficult kind of love to shake off. Even though I knew he was in a relationship, he was still the one I could see every day. I wanted him madly but had to control myself. It was so painful. Every day we would chat on WeChat about work, and I would just look at the few... emotionless texts he sent me - I can't describe the feeling. It seemed like I felt very happy, but also very painful. Anyway, I would cry."
Wen Zi suddenly came to her senses when she said this. Considering her experiences with men since she was a child, if she talked about this, they would probably say, "You're crying over this?"
Wen Zi couldn't help but look at Qu Xing.
Qu Xing couldn't help but ask, "Then what are you going to do?"
"Pfft." Wen Zi laughed out loud, like a gentle older sister. "Nothing much can be done. I can only endure it and let time dilute this love."
"How long did it take?"
"It was over two years, and I was already a bit depressed. For my mental health, I just quit my job and cut off contact with him, and only then did I slowly recover."
"Oh my god." Qu Xing fell back: "Then I'm done."
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