Chapter 49 Published
Everything that happened afterwards was extremely chaotic, as thrilling as a hurricane rescue.
Ji Ruan was in such a miserable state when he was rescued. From a distance, the stretcher was covered in blood, and Cheng Zizhang, who was crying so hard that he was about to faint, made the air feel so depressurized to the freezing point.
Song Ling and Gu Xiuyi got on the ambulance together. It was said that the driver was the most skilled one in the First Municipal Hospital. Song Ling felt like he was speeding while sitting in it, and there was even a police car leading the way in front.
This was indeed the fastest speed that could be achieved at the moment, but compared to the speed at which Ji Ruan was bleeding, it still seemed extremely long.
Ji Ruan’s bleeding couldn’t be stopped at all.
It's not like instant heavy bleeding like when the aorta is injured, but more like a small stream. It doesn't seem to flow much, but it can't be stopped. It flows slowly down from the calf and drains the person to death.
That leg was also... horrible to look at. I had no idea what kind of stone could have left a cut like that. The flesh was turned inside out, and the calf was blood red and there was no way you could tell its original color.
Song Ling remembered that Ji Ruan had always had very fair skin.
And the shirt that was originally wrapped around my leg was also no longer wearable. When I took it off, it was soaked through with blood, like a towel that had been soaked in a basin of water for an hour or so. The blood fell out as soon as I wrung it out, as if it was free.
But can Ji Ruan’s blood be free?
National treasure, national treasure, isn’t that a rare item that cannot be bought no matter how much money you have?
Song Ling was not afraid of blood at first, but he couldn't bear to watch it in the ambulance, so he turned his head and silently chanted "Amitabha".
As for Gu Xiuyi, Song Ling didn't know how to describe it. The man kept hugging Ji Ruan, and later the doctor had to forcibly pull him out of his arms, put on an oxygen mask, and put on a heart monitor.
He didn't say a word and looked extremely stable, but no doctor present thought he was stable and simply gave up talking to him.
Song Ling reported all of Ji Ruan's physical condition, medical history, and allergens to the doctor.
After being sent to the hospital, there was another round of chaos. Before being pushed into the emergency room, Ji Ruan's bleeding rate had obviously slowed down, his blood turned light red, and his breathing was weak, all of which were signs of severe blood loss.
But the director who received the patient was a big shot and the backbone of the department. He always had a calm expression and performed necessary examinations very efficiently, contacted the operating room, and notified the patients to prepare blood for emergency blood transfusion. Gu Xiuyi was probably able to maintain his sanity because of this kind of doctor.
But there were some ignorant people who were trying their best to run into the muzzle of the gun. A young nurse, who was not sure if she was new, looked at Ji Ruan's legs and said "Huh", sighing with pity on her face: "The color has faded, and the blood has dried up. This is..."
Song Ling didn't even have time to cover her mouth. She watched Gu Xiuyi look at her, her legs trembling, and she burst into tears out of fear.
Later it was said that the young nurse did not dare to see the patient's family for a whole month, and was transferred to the obstetrics department to absorb the joy and laughter brought by new life. It took her a full six months to heal the shadow left by Gu Xiuyi's glance.
Ji Ruan stayed in the emergency room for a long time. He had a special blood type and the blood reserves at the First Hospital of the City were insufficient, so they urgently contacted the blood center for support.
Gu Xiuyi had anticipated this situation and had contacted his own hospital in City A earlier to send blood over. The blood was directly transported by private jet and landed on the helipad of the First Hospital in the city after getting the green light.
But no matter how everyone tries to fight for time from the King of Hell, this is not the age of instant teleportation after all. When Song Ling was waiting with Gu Xiuyi outside the emergency room, he saw Gu Xiuyi get up and sign three critical illness notices, with the intervals between each one shorter than the last.
Not until the blood was finally delivered did groups of doctors and nurses rush to the emergency room carrying blood bags and boxes, and the situation there seemed to gradually stabilize.
At least Gu Xiuyi was not called up to sign the fourth critical illness certificate.
Song Ling didn't know how long he had been waiting outside. Anyway, the cold stainless steel stool at the door was so hot from sitting on it that he couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to stretch his legs.
Gu Xiuyi was like an unconscious sculpture, sitting upright with his back straight, his index fingers clasped on his legs, without a single expression on his face.
It's just... covered in blood.
Song Ling tentatively handed him a pack of wet tissues: "Wipe it..."
Gu Xiuyi raised his eyes and his gaze stayed on his face for a second. Song Ling was instantly horrified, but he quickly looked away and took it without saying a word.
The wet wipes Song Ling gave were the most common ones on the market, ten pieces in a pack. Gu Xiuyi used them all up because he got too much blood on them when he was holding Ji Ruan.
He slowly wiped the blood off his face, neck and hands. Some parts of his fingers had dried and turned dark, and could not be wiped off in one or two wipes. Gu Xiuyi was not in a hurry and wiped each finger carefully.
As the water cleared, the bloody smell that had just filled the ambulance came out again, strong and pungent, and Gu Xiuyi had no reaction.
The light outside the operating room was as cold and pale as the walls. He lowered his eyes, and deep shadows were cast in his eye sockets, making his expression dim and unclear. The movement of him wiping the blood was so slow that it could be called elegant, so elegant that it made people's scalps tingle.
"Go back to City A early tomorrow and set up a ward in the hospital back home." Gu Xiuyi suddenly said.
This was one of the few times he spoke since arriving at the hospital. Song Ling immediately pricked up his ears: "What's up?"
"The conditions in the ward here are average. Ji Ruan can't stay here to recover. I'll take him back when his condition stabilizes."
Song Ling slowly fell silent.
Gu Xiuyi ignored Song Ling's expression, staring into space as if thinking seriously, and said to himself, "Just choose the one with the best lighting on the top floor. Starting the day after tomorrow, that floor will not be open to the public."
"Choose a softer mattress, otherwise Ji Ruan will make a scene. All furniture must have no sharp corners, the carpet must be thicker, and the bathroom must be non-slip. The bed sheets and quilt covers must not be white, use blue instead."
"Put a bunch of fresh flowers in front of the window every day. They should be lovely and fresh, preferably with dew on them."
"Oh, by the way," he leaned back slightly, "bring the lucky cat in Ji Ruan's room here too. He wants to use that to eat cherries."
After he finished speaking, he still didn't get a response. Gu Xiuyi looked at Song Ling again and asked, "Any questions?"
Song Ling's expression now is as if he has seen a ghost.
He froze in place, using his years of professionalism to stay calm, and mechanically responded, "No, no problem..."
The way Gu Xiuyi said these words was so scary.
All his words were based on the premise that Ji Ruan was safe and sound. However, when Ji Ruan was sent for emergency treatment just now, his heart rate and blood pressure almost dropped to zero, and even the doctor didn't dare to guarantee it.
But what about Gu Xiuyi?
He seemed to have no intention of imagining any other outcome than this, intoxicated in his own beautiful fantasy with a cold and determined expression.
It was as if... as if it was an absurd order, and just like the unquestionable tone when he ordered the ward to be tidied up, he would never allow any accidents to happen.
If Song Ling's previous description of Gu Xiuyi as terrifying and creepy was an exaggeration, then now he really felt horrified.
Gu Xiuyi seems to be a real madman.
Who can predict fate? But he persisted stubbornly and indifferently, as if he wanted fate to succumb to his pressure, showing another kind of neuroticism with extreme calmness.
Song Ling's hair stood up and the cold sweat on his back wet his shirt again and again.
Gu Xiuyi turned his head slightly again and looked at Song Ling, with the corners of his mouth turned down, as if he was not very satisfied with his previous answer.
Song Ling swallowed and tried to stand up straight: "Lucky cat? Is it the one with a broken claw?"
Hearing this, a relatively gentle look suddenly appeared between Gu Xiuyi's brows. Whenever he thought of Ji Ruan, he would become more gentle.
"It's not broken," he corrected, "Ji Ruan made it on purpose so that he could be fed cherries. Haven't you seen it?"
Isn’t it just that the kid was too lazy to do it? Didn’t you also feel disgusted when you first saw him?
Song Ling was a little speechless, but he didn't dare to say anything bad about Ji Ruan now, so he immediately responded: "Okay, I will definitely get it done when I get back."
Only then did Gu Xiuyi nod, revealing a slightly satisfied expression.
Bang--
The door of the emergency room was pushed open, Gu Xiuyi's expression changed and he immediately stood up and walked forward.
The director, who was usually as calm as a stabilizing force, had unsteady steps and the collar and back of his surgical gown were soaked with sweat.
He took off his mask, looked at Gu Xiuyi's frown, and smiled as if relieved:
"Rescued..."
Gu Xiuyi was stunned for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether the current situation was an illusion.
Then his eyebrows moved, and his clenched fists loosened unconsciously. He lowered his head and let out a long breath.
Until this moment, his back, which had been tense for hours, finally showed a little relaxation.
But even if it was just a little bit, Song Ling knew it was over.
This long, dark night that almost crushed people is finally over.
What followed were tedious procedures and routine observations. Ji Ruan had a special physique, and to fear subsequent infection and inflammation, he was transferred directly to the ICU. Visitors were not allowed there, so Song Ling was sent back.
Gu Xiuyi stood outside the door for a long time behind the glass. Ji Ruan's face was blocked by various machines and could not be seen clearly, so he kept staring at the heartbeat on the monitor.
Only after he had engraved the words "vital signs are normal" into his mind did he leave after being persuaded by the nurse.
He went straight back to the hotel instead of going to the B&B. The original B&B was only special because of Ji Ruan.
On the way, Gu Xiuyi bought a pack of cigarettes. He was not a smoker and had never been addicted to smoking, but he really needed one tonight.
After returning to the hotel, Gu Xiuyi only took out one cigarette and threw the rest into the trash can. He took the lighter and went into the bathroom, but his legs went weak and he squatted down against the door.
Mr. Gu, who had been stern and calm throughout the whole day, only let his crazy heartbeat sweep through his nerves at this moment.
After a long time, he slowly stood up, sat down beside the bathtub, and lit a cigarette with trembling hands.
When I close my eyes, all I see is Ji Ruan.
Gu Xiuyi prides himself on being a man with a strong ability to withstand stress. Even an accident like tonight's can be handled with absolute calmness.
The only thing that made him extremely painful was when Ji Ruan cried.
In the ambulance, he kept holding Ji Ruan. Although Ji Ruan didn't have the strength to open his eyes, he knew that he was conscious and the child obviously wanted to be held by him.
But he needed treatment and the doctor needed to obtain his vital signs, so they forcibly pulled Ji Ruan out of his arms, pressed him onto the cold folding bed, and attached various instruments to him.
At that moment Ji Ruan's tears came down.
Even though she couldn't open her eyes, she was still crying. Those tears were like countless knives, hollowing out Gu Xiuyi's heart bit by bit.
There was no light on in the bathroom. Gu Xiuyi remained motionless, not even taking a puff of his cigarette, until the ash burned out and burned his fingers.
He lowered his head deeply. The dim bathroom was silent. He pressed his eyes and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly.
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Fortunately, according to the doctor, Ji Ruan is a child with extremely strong vitality.
Despite his poor health, he worked so hard and did not let himself make any more mistakes. He was discharged from the ICU at sunset the next afternoon and was pushed into the intensive care unit.
Gu Xiuyi finally qualified for 24-hour care.
His vital signs were stable, but he hadn't woken up. The doctor said he had lost too much blood and was using sleep to repair himself, and he would wake up slowly.
Ji Ruan lay quietly on the hospital bed, sleeping obediently with an oxygen mask on. Gu Xiuyi stayed by his side but couldn't help touching him.
Sometimes she touched his cold fingertips, and sometimes she carefully held her hand and circled his wrist.
The biggest disadvantage of being in a state of continuous sleep is that one can only rely on intravenous nutrient solution to maintain life. In just three days, Ji Ruan became extremely thin, like a thin leaf, and when Gu Xiuyi held his wrist, there would be a large gap left.
If I don't eat anymore, I'm really going to lose weight.
In order to wake the child up quickly, Gu Xiuyi would read out the names of dishes to Ji Ruan every day while worrying about it, and he would recite all of Aunt Zhao's specialties as a rule.
Later, he suddenly remembered that on the day of the accident, he had planned to take Ji Ruan to eat sea bass, and Ji Ruan seemed to be looking forward to it.
Gu Xiuyi thought for a few seconds, and asked Aunt Zhao to send him the recipe for steamed sea bass, and read it to Ji Ruan every hour.
By the day Ji Ruan was discharged from the hospital, he was already able to make a plate of authentic steamed sea bass by himself.
This is the most nonsensical thing Gu Xiuyi has ever done in his life, but he never gets tired of doing it.
Ji Ruan always cried when she was asleep. She shed tears of grievance from time to time while wearing the oxygen mask, but she was unwilling to wake up and tell others why.
The same thing happened at noon on the third day.
The nurse just came over to change the bag of nutrient solution. Gu Xiuyi didn't look at him for half a minute, and he started crying again. Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes along his forehead, rolled into his hair and wet the pillow.
Gu Xiuyi had no other options but to wipe it with a tissue. His initial heartache turned into helplessness:
"What are you crying for, kid?" He rubbed the corners of Ji Ruan's eyes: "Don't cry, your eyes are swollen like walnuts, otherwise you will blame me when you wake up."
"... Really stop crying, kid, get up and eat. Haven't you noticed that you're going to be so thin that you'll disappear?"
Gu Xiuyi continued talking to himself. After a while, Ji Ruan stopped crying, but there was no sign of waking up.
He sighed, opened the memo on his phone, and prepared to continue reading the steamed sea bass recipe for today.
Just after reading a line, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ji Ruan's fingers seemed to move.
Gu Xiuyi immediately put down his phone and looked carefully at Ji Ruan's hand, then at his face, and then turned to his hand, with an expression of indescribable concentration.
Two seconds later, Ji Ruan moved his fingers again.
This time it was clearly visible and there was absolutely no way it could be an illusion.
Gu Xiuyi's heart began to beat wildly, and the next second he raised his hand to press the bell to call the doctor.
While waiting for the doctor, Gu Xiuyi felt dizzy due to the huge surge of joy in his heart.
In a trance, his reason lost control, he leaned down and wanted to kiss Ji Ruan hard, but he stopped at the last moment. Finally, all his joy turned into an extremely gentle kiss, falling on Ji Ruan's red and swollen eyelids.
A few minutes later, Ji Ruan woke up slowly. After checking him, the doctor confirmed that he was in good condition and even removed the oxygen mask he had been wearing for three days.
The poor child has been in a coma for three days and is still lying in bed dazed, with marks from the oxygen mask on his cheeks.
As long as I can wake up, nothing will matter.
The doctor said that he needed to eat light liquid food first, and then slowly supplement with high-nutrition and high-protein food, and finally return to a normal diet. After that, he just needed to slowly recuperate. Ji Ruan's physical depletion was too great and it would not be restored overnight.
Gu Xiuyi listened carefully, and after the doctor left, he sent a message to Aunt Zhao, asking her to cook some porridge and soup.
Aunt Zhao rushed over from City A the day after Ji Ruan's accident, waiting to cook something for Ji Ruan, and she paced around the hotel anxiously every day.
As soon as he saw Gu Xiuyi's message, he responded immediately.
After Gu Xiuyi explained everything, he sat down beside the bed. Ji Ruan still looked confused. He touched the mark on Ji Ruan's face and said with a smile, "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"
Ji Ruan tilted his head slightly, looking confused.
Gu Xiuyi paused. He was so happy that he remembered that Ji Ruan’s external machine was lost and he was now in a state of a little deaf person.
"It's okay." He rubbed Ji Ruan's cheek to comfort him, then sat down next to Ji Ruan, put his hands through his back and slowly lifted him up, half-sitting on him.
For fear of pulling the wound on his leg, Gu Xiuyi was extremely cautious in his actions.
Ji Ruan was so thin that Gu Xiuyi could only feel bones. However, because he had no strength, he could only lean softly on Gu Xiuyi. His cheeks and lips were pale as he looked at Gu Xiuyi with his big eyes.
Gu Xiuyi felt sad, and he pulled Ji Ruan closer to him, put his lips to his left ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid, we'll go home after two more days of rest, and then we'll be able to hear it again after we get an outdoor radio, okay?"
Ji Ruan was in a coma for several days before he woke up. He felt strangely detached from the outside world. It seemed that it took him a long time to understand every word of Gu Xiuyi.
He was lost in thought for a moment, then he subconsciously shrank into Gu Xiuyi's arms to absorb the warmth, and nodded slightly.
Gu Xiuyi knew that Ji Ruan might not be able to adapt yet, so he just hugged him carefully and gave him time to adjust.
After a while, Ji Ruan tugged at his sleeve and whispered something, but his throat was dry and he frowned after saying just a few words. Gu Xiuyi immediately pressed his chest to stop him and took the warm water from the bedside.
"Okay, stop talking. I understand. Come and have a drink of water."
Ji Ruan now looked like he was completely at the mercy of others. He did everything quietly and did whatever Gu Xiuyi asked him to do. When he was asked to drink water, he would stick his head out and take small sips from Gu Xiuyi's hand. When he had drunk enough, he would lean back into Gu Xiuyi's arms.
Gu Xiuyi took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Cheng Zizhan and her daughter to report that they were safe as Ji Ruan had instructed. When he turned off the screen and was about to put it back, his hand was suddenly grabbed.
Ji Ruan didn't know what he saw, his expression became serious, and he supported himself on Gu Xiuyi's arm to sit up straighter.
But he was pale and had no strength in his body, so no matter how serious he looked, he just looked cute.
Gu Xiuyi pinched his cheek and coaxed him like a child: "What's wrong?"
Ji Ruan used the phone screen as a mirror for a moment before looking up at Gu Xiuyi: "My eyes are swollen..."
There was clearly a bit of a complaining tone in his voice, but Ji Ruan was too weak, and his tone was floating and he seemed to be lacking in breath, sounding pitiful.
"Yeah." Gu Xiuyi gently stroked the hair on the back of his head with his fingers, wanting to take the opportunity to ask him why he cried when he fell asleep.
Ji Ruan suddenly puffed up his cheeks: "It's all your fault."
Gu Xiuyi: “…”
It's really all his fault.
Although he had expected Ji Ruan to blame him, Gu Xiuyi still felt a little amused and tried to reason with the child who had not yet recovered from his serious illness: "Why blame me?"
Ji Ruan frowned and looked at Gu Xiuyi with a strange look:
"Didn't you kiss it and make it swollen?"
“……???”
The smile on Gu Xiuyi’s face froze.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Ji Ruan had to take several breaths to say a word, but looking at Gu Xiuyi's expression, he felt that this man didn't seem to be willing to admit it, so he forced himself to say:
"You... when I woke up just now, didn't you kiss my eyes?... Don't think I don't know... huh..."
After saying that, she leaned on Gu Xiuyi and closed her eyes.
So tired.
Gu Xiuyi had no way to defend himself.
God knows he really only kissed her that one time, and it was an act he couldn't help but do despite his extreme restraint.
But how come in Ji Ruan's eyes he became the kind of lecher who would kiss someone casually?
"Ji Ruan I..."
He pinched Ji Ruan's cold fingertips, his brain working rapidly, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his actions and restore his image in Ji Ruan's heart.
But as soon as he lowered his head, Ji Ruan gathered up enough strength to look at him with her big eyes again, with such an innocent and pure look that Gu Xiuyi choked in his throat and became speechless.
After a while, he looked away, thousands of words stuck in his heart, but he couldn't say them out, and finally turned them into one sentence:
"I'm not that kind of person."
"So what kind of person are you?"
“…”
Gu Xiuyi looked at Ji Ruan and began to think that this kid was deliberately making fun of him.
The two looked at each other quietly for a moment. Ji Ruan's bright eyes were moist and seemed to be flashing with waves. Then she smiled gently and a dimple appeared on her cheek.
Gu Xiuyi's mind was shaken and he completely forgot to think about Ji Ruan's intention. The only thing left in his mind was the dimple.
After three whole days, he finally saw Ji Ruan's dimples again.
Ji Ruan teased Gu Xiuyi for a while, then felt a little tired and his breathing became unstable.
He completely relaxed, and slowly rested his forehead on Gu Xiuyi's shoulder, rubbing it like a small piece of cake.
Gu Xiuyi heard that Ji Ruan's breath was much weaker, but his tone was extremely serious, mixed with a little grievance:
"Hold me."
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