◇ Chapter 26: Bedside
The moment Shen Ci opened the door, he froze in place, his brows furrowed uncontrollably.
When he left the room, Xie Yu was still lying on the bed, breathing evenly and sleeping peacefully. But he was only gone for half an hour, how come he became like this?
Xie Yu half-knelt on the ground, one hand pressed tightly against his forehead, the other hand plucked the carpet hard, as if he was trying to pull the fluff off it. His back was bent into an arch, his face was pale, his lips were also pale, his pajamas were wet and stuck to his body, and if you looked closely, his neck seemed to be spasming, and his body was shaking slightly.
Shen Ci's eyes fell on his fingers, and his expression became even uglier.
Xie Yu's hands were very beautiful, with well-proportioned and slender bones. They were the kind of hands that could be used as a hand model on TV, but that finger bone was now hanging limply. It was not a normal injury, but was forcibly broken off by someone - and its owner did not care about the pain at all, and even tried to break off a second one.
Shen Ci shouted sternly: “Thank you!”
His throat felt dry and bitter, and the ending of his voice trembled.
Xie Yu: “……?”
He was startled and looked up blankly, then he saw Shen Ci standing in front of the door, his face was extremely ugly, his beautiful eyebrows were depressed, and his eyes contained emotions that he could not understand.
Xie Yu was slightly surprised, and suppressed the pain. He asked the system intermittently in his mind: "Chen Ci... why is he here... yesterday, he brought me back yesterday?"
He drank too much and lost his memory. He really forgot everything that happened before. The system said, "It's like this, host. You were in the cemetery yesterday. When you came down, Shen Ci was standing at the door..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps. Xie Yu raised his head hastily and saw Shen Ci walking straight towards him. He stopped half an inch in front of him, then leaned down and half-knelt down.
Xie Yu's painful forehead sobered up for a moment, and he stared at the face so close to him, thinking, "Are we finally back on track?"
That plot is finally here?
He sighed in his heart: "It's a pity that I came at the wrong time."
Xie Yu had a splitting headache and his whole body was sore. He didn't know if it was because he drank too much or got caught in the rain. Even the joints between his bones ached and he felt cold all over. He was in no mood to act or recite lines. He just wanted to lie on the soft bed and have a good sleep.
But since he was already here, Xie Yu forced himself to stay alert: "System, call up the original lines, I..."
But the next second, he was hugged by someone.
Shen Ci had just returned from work, wearing a suit and tie, looking gentle and abstinent, but now he was half-kneeling on the ground, not caring at all about the wrinkles on his clothes. He wrapped his arms around Xie Yu and tightened them with great force, it was more like a confinement than a hug.
Xie Yu raised his hand hesitantly and touched his back, feeling a little helpless.
He felt Shen Ci was trembling, or to be more precise, they were both trembling together, Xie Yu was trembling because of a headache, but Shen Ci didn't know why, he just held him stubbornly, his palm against Xie Yu's back, his fingertips tightened, as if this was the last hug of his life.
Xie Yu realized belatedly that something was wrong with Chen Ci's mood. As the cold and aloof protagonist of a sadistic novel, Chen Ci rarely showed his emotions, let alone trembling while hugging someone like he did now. Xie Yu was unsure of what he had experienced, so he patted him gently and wanted to ask, "What's wrong? Did someone embarrass you?"
This is the late stage of the novel, this shouldn’t happen.
But Xie Yu's throat was so hoarse that his voice was stuck in his throat, and he didn't get the question out in the end.
Shen Ci calmed down first. He lifted Xie Yu's arm and tried to pull him up from the ground, but failed.
Xie Yu was an adult man, and taller than him, so it was not easy to pull him up, so Shen Ci pulled him hard: “Go to the bed.”
Xie Yu was slightly stunned, but still cooperated and moved his body. He was pressed down by Shen Ci and lay on his back on the bed.
The soft quilt covered him completely. Xie Yu was confused, but he saw Shen Ci sitting down on the bed, putting his hands on his shoulder blades and controlling his hands with his weight.
Xie Yu: “…”
This was a position similar to imprisoning a prisoner. He could not move and could only ask: "System, what's going on?"
The system was even more confused than he was: "I don't know? Is there such a plot?"
Xie Yu: "...What use do I have for you?"
He and the system were speechless, and he could only turn his gaze back to Shen Ci. The elegant and beautiful beauty was also sweating, and her dark brown eyes looked at him solemnly, as if she was sad. Xie Yu moved his arm with difficulty, and found that he was pressed tightly by him. He looked at Shen Ci hesitantly, discussing: "Can you... let me go?"
His finger is still broken.
Shen Ci’s voice trembled: “Wait a moment, I’ll call the hospital.”
After that, he maintained the posture of suppressing Xie Yu, frantically fumbling for his phone, and it took him several attempts before he was able to hold the phone steadily. He also made several wrong presses on the keyboard. The calm and composed Mr. Shen, Executive Shen, and Assistant Teacher Shen were all gone, replaced by a pair of slightly trembling hands.
Xie Yu paused, and paused again.
...Is this a plot?
Calling the hospital seemed to be in line with the situation, but looking at Shen Ci's appearance, it was not the case at all.
Shen Ci sat in front of his bed, his lips tightly pursed and his brows furrowed, his crow-like eyelashes trembling slightly. He didn't look like he was happy to have his revenge, but...
Worry.
For some reason, Xie Yu suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to go to the hospital now."
His head hurts so much that he doesn't want to go out in the wind.
Hearing this, Shen Ci paused, put away the phone, and lowered his voice: “Then what do you want to do?”
Xie Yu probed: "Sleep?"
"Okay." Shen Ci forced a smile, a certain bitterness lingering in his heart, "Then you go to sleep."
After saying that, he really pulled the quilt for Xie Yu, closed the curtains, dimmed the lights, and made the room perfectly suitable for sleeping.
Xie Yu moved slightly. The quilt was wrapped like a zongzi. Shen Ci pressed his arm again, and it was difficult to turn over: “Do you want to sit here all the time?”
Shen Ci: “I’ve been sitting here.”
His tone was firm, as if this was the only point and there was no room for negotiation.
Xie Yu then closed his eyes.
It felt very strange. He lay in bed with his eyes closed, and someone was staring at him quietly beside the bed, just like when he was sick as a child and his family was by his side.
Xie Yu did not have this experience. His mother died early and his father was a gambler with a bad temper. But when he was in school, he heard from his classmates that when they were sick, there was always someone to accompany them like this.
Although he was sleepy, his head was still throbbing with pain. Xie Yu turned over and looked at Shen Ci again: "I want to drink some water."
Shen Ci then stood up, brought him a cup of hot water, and placed it beside him: “Drink it.”
Xie Yu took two sips, and Shen Ci asked him, “Do you want some porridge?”
Xie Yu turned around and buried himself in the quilt: "No."
Shen Ci smiled, said nothing, and let him go.
He slept uneasily, and in his confusion he felt the heat on his forehead, as if someone had taken a hot towel and was wiping his sweat.
After this nap, it was already noon.
The sharp pain finally dissipated. Xie Yu climbed up with his hair like a chicken coop and heard the system's cold mockery: "Master, did you sleep well?"
Xie Yu raised his hand. The dislocated phalanx had been reconnected and wrapped with a dark blue fixation tape. He moved the phalanx and the movements were smooth without any discomfort.
Xie Yu: "System, did you connect it? Why is there a fixed belt?"
He thought it would be a painless recovery, but it turns out the medical skills of the Book Transmigration Administration are so poor?
The system was speechless: "Brother, do you think I can take that situation? Is it appropriate?"
Chen Ci was right next to him, almost never leaving his side. At this time, Xie Yu's broken finger snapped back together by itself without any external force. Wasn't this a haunting?
Xie Yu said: "That's right."
He tried to get out of bed, but felt limp and weak, even worse than before.
System: "Stop making a fuss. Xu Qingshan just came and gave you an injection of sedatives and some anti-manic drugs."
Xie Yu: “……?”
He half sat up: "I'm not a patient, can I take random medicine?"
Psychotropic drugs have strong side effects, and normal people can easily get into problems if they take them indiscriminately.
System: "It's okay. I've filtered it for you. It won't affect your body."
After answering the question, it continued: "They are now in the living room of the suite. Xu Qingshan also brought a stretcher and restraints, as well as a lot of sedatives. If I am right, he will carry you to the mental hospital later."
Xie Yu: “.”
The suite was divided into a bedroom and a living room. The door was ajar at this moment, and one could vaguely see that the lights were on in the living room, and some people were talking in low voices, seemingly discussing his condition.
Xie Yu: "System, listen to what you are saying."
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In the living room, Xu Qingshan was sitting on a leather sofa, still wearing his hospital uniform. His clothes were all wrinkled, and he didn't even have time to straighten them out. It was obvious that he had rushed here.
His face was grim, he pulled out a pen with one hand, and flipped open Xie Yu’s past medical records: “Mr. Shen, please describe the situation in detail.”
Shen Ci held his forehead, his face as ugly as Xu Qingshan's: "At that time, it was raining in the cemetery, and I took Xie Yu back. He drank and must have been drunk..."
Shen Ci omitted useless details and did not mention why he went to pick up Xie Yu, but he described every detail of Xie Yu's headache one by one.
The system was listening in on the side and conveying the message, which included words like "face as pale as gold paper", "trembling all over", and "cold sweat dripping down", which left Xie Yu dumbfounded.
"I just drank too much and have a headache. Why do you describe me as if I'm going to die?"
System: "They really seem to think you are going to die."
Xu Qingshan's expression was more serious than ever before: "In other words, he has serious self-harming behavior? And he has a headache, faints... Is he confused?"
Shen Ci: “Yes.”
Xie Yu in the house was shocked: "Really?"
Shen Ci lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I don't know who he thinks I am. He wants me to send him to a mental hospital."
Xie Yu in the room: "."
Xu Qingshan sighed and shook his head while writing the medical record. In a moment, he had already written a thick page. He looked at the page for a long time and said thoughtfully: "The symptoms are a bit serious. It is recommended that you go to the hospital for observation."
Shen Ci pinched his palm: "Must I go?"
The accommodation conditions in a mental hospital are certainly not comparable to those in a five-star hotel, and it is very inconvenient to provide care.
Xu Qingshan paused and said, "Mr. Shen, forgive me for being frank, but I raised Xiaoyu, and I know what he looks like when he's sick. If you stay here, both you and him will be in danger."
This is the truth. Once bipolar disorder strikes, behavior becomes uncontrollable, which not only hurts others but also oneself.
Shen Ci sighed lightly, and although he didn't refute, his expression clearly showed his disagreement.
He didn't think Xie Yu would hurt him.
In the past six months and now these few months, even when he was drunk or sick, Xie Yu never touched him at all.
Xu Qingshan's eyes scanned Shen Ci's face, as if he was guessing what the relationship was between this young man and his nephew. After a moment, he looked away, pushed his glasses, and said nothing.
Shen Ci looked at the medical records in his hand. He saw it when Xu Qingshan was flipping through it just now. It was a thick stack, full of dense handwriting: "Can you show it to me?"
Xu Qingshan naturally shook his head: "No, it involves privacy, but I can tell you a general note."
The original owner had a very typical bipolar disorder, which was much more serious than Xie Yu himself. The symptoms appeared during adolescence at varying intervals and were mostly accompanied by violent behavior. After the violent behavior, he would be able to calm down for a while.
This unconscious violent behavior was the original owner's way of relieving stress.
Xu Qingshan: "Perhaps for some reason, Xiaoyu is no longer willing to hurt others"
Speaking of “others”, he looked at Shen Ci meaningfully before continuing: “So as compensation, choosing to hurt yourself is also a possibility.”
Shen Ci had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Xu Qingshan felt a little emotional and relieved: "In short, he seems to have grown up. His mother and I didn't want to see him like that before."
Shen Ci frowned and was listening quietly, but suddenly he laughed and asked, "What about now?"
Now that it's like this, do you want to see it?
Xu Qingshan was stunned, and just as he was about to answer, Shen Ci waved his hand slightly: “Let’s go to the hospital while he is asleep.”
They quietly pushed open the door, and Xie Yu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After Xu Qingshan confirmed that the sedative had taken effect, he directed the medical staff to come up and carry him to the ambulance.
It was a forty-minute drive. Xie Yu had slept for a day and a half and was already well rested. His mind was extremely clear, but he had to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep. These forty minutes were a bit unbearable.
He summoned the system and asked it to play the short film on the electronic screen. The system called up the movie library. After everyone selected one by one, they decided to watch "Fast and Furious". The tattooed bosses were driving at high speed in the movie, and the ambulance under Xie Yu was driving steadily at a speed of 30 miles per hour, accompanied by the whistling sirens, which was quite charming.
But as he watched, his attention was no longer on the screen.
Shen Ci sat next to him and took his hand.
His movements were very gentle, as if he was holding up something expensive. He rubbed the dislocated joint with his fingertips, kneading the swollen flesh and relaxing the stagnant blood vessels. He felt a little numb and itchy.
Xie Yu's eyelashes trembled and he almost couldn't hold it together.
The ambulance took him all the way to Qingshan Hospital and checked him into the top-floor VIP suite. After a simple scan, Xu Qingshan prescribed some medicine and gave him some sedatives to prevent Xie Yu from hurting himself. Xie Yu only felt a pain in his arm - the system was considerate enough to help him block this slight pain. After finishing all this, Xu Qingshan left.
The ward was quiet, with only Xie Yu and Chen Ci left.
The system screen was still playing Fast and Furious, and it was showing the part where Diesel was driving over the Dubai Tower. The roar of the sports car and the scattering of glass fragments were deafening. The top industrial movie brought a sensory stimulation like a bombardment. The system was already addicted to it and couldn't extricate itself. However, all of this could not draw Xie Yu's attention back.
Shen Ci still held his hand.
The place where the skin touches each other is hot and itchy.
The ward was quiet except for the white noise of the central air conditioner. The lights were not on and it was dim. Shen Ci just sat in the darkness like a child who was about to lose something precious. He held Xie Yu's wrist tightly in his hand. He clearly said nothing and did nothing. Xie Yu couldn't even see his expression, but he knew clearly that Shen Ci was sad.
Sad because he broke his finger.
In the thick darkness, something heavy pressed on Xie Yu's chest, making him feel dull and suffocated. He wanted to ask Shen Ci: "Why are you sad? This is just part of the plot." He wanted to say: "There's nothing to be sad about. I don't feel any pain at all." He even wanted to raise his finger and break it directly to show Shen Ci: "Look, it's easy. It's not a big deal."
Time passed by minute by minute, and the movie was playing to the end. The system was immersed in it and couldn't extricate itself. Xie Yu glanced at the progress bar and found that more than half an hour had passed.
Shen Ci, the CEO of Roche, had millions of contracts flowing through his hands, but he just sat here, sitting with Xie Yu for more than half an hour.
In the silence, Xie Yu clearly felt the passage of time. The hand holding his wrist tightened and loosened, and then let go completely. He was hesitating whether to turn his head to look, but suddenly something rubbed the back of his hand.
That fluffy thing is hair.
Shen Ci fell asleep beside the bed.
Xie Yu was very restless last night, hugging him all night and not letting go. He finally woke up with a headache and cracked his fingers. He had a big fight. Shen Ci was nervous the whole time and was very tired. Now he relaxed a little and fell asleep.
For some unknown reason, Xie Yu ignored the noisy screen. He quietly reached out and turned on the night light beside the bed.
As expected, Shen Ci was sleeping on the side of the bed. Although he was not as tall as Xie Yu, he was also tall and slender. Sleeping curled up like this, his two long and straight legs had nowhere to rest, which made him extremely uncomfortable. His pair of gentle and beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and I don’t know what he was dreaming about.
Xie Yu couldn't help but gently rubbed the top of his head, and the feeling was the same as five years ago.
Since returning to China, Xie Yu has not taken a good look at Shen Ci. He looked at her carefully, watching how the little beauty turned into a big beauty. His fingertips traced her eyebrows and eyes, and finally stopped at the end of her eyes, completely pausing.
There was a faint red tinge there.
It's a very light and beautiful red color, hanging lightly at the corners of the eyes, like a smear of cherry-colored rouge, which, when applied with fingertips, is covered with a light layer of moisture.
He has cried.
Although he never showed it in front of others and Xie Yu had never seen him cry, the traces at the corners of his eyes clearly showed that he had really cried.
Thank you for a slight pause.
In the original text, Chen Ci was a cold, aloof, wooden beauty. No matter how much the original owner tortured and humiliated her, she refused to beg for mercy, let alone shed tears. But now he was sleeping beside Xie Yu's bed, and it was obvious that he had cried.
Why? Because Xie Yu broke his finger bones?
This sounds a bit funny. The cold and aloof protagonist of a sad novel cries because an NPC breaks his bones. But this is the fact and Xie Yu can't help but believe it.
Xie Yu stared at the person beside him in a daze, with mixed emotions. After a moment, he smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he was asking Shen Ci or himself: "I say, Assistant Teacher Shen, are you a little too good to me?"
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